bitter
@obshyeok: continued from here
Slender fingers were wrapped around the thin, glass stem of the merlot glass as murky eyes followed the lazy swish of the marsala substance. He’s not a fanatic when it came to alcoholic beverages, the lack of impact it had on fae (unless mixed with a dash of “red dye”) made such drinks rather banal to the model. After all, if a good couldn’t conduct its performance, then what use did it have? The years spent fermenting be damned, even if the velvety taste of wine was one that tickled his curiosity, what was the point of drinking it if he failed to become relaxed? Pressing his bottom lip against the rim of his glass, silently did Minhyeok take the smallest sip from his drink before settling it across the table, his enthusiasm was painfully less evident than what had been painted across Himchan’s features.
“It’s something.” He merely replied, his eyes narrowing as they focused upon the reflection of dim lights bouncing off the surface of his half-filled glass. Rotating his wrist, he kept his intent gaze on his drink as if to play off an image of interest as he watched the shifts of the lights’ dazzling glimmer in his drink. “But I don’t think it’s worth half the praise you give it.” Straightening himself out once more, Minhyeok allowed gaze to flicker over to Himchan briefly before his attention dropped back towards the glass, another tentative sip soon being taken from him. Had he been a crude individual, someone who could care less for the image that he gave off, then perhaps he would have downed the glass as if it had been filled with nothing but air.
“They say some man was able to make water turn into wine…” Squinting down at the glass, he allowed a scowl to dance across full lips as he continued, “But all he did was change the color, I believe… I don’t see a difference between the two, save for the taste.” He quirked an eyebrow, “Of course, this may just be because my tastes are more superior, but I don’t think this drink is worth being that excited over.”
All day long -- every ticking second, minute, hour -- Himchan had been anticipating bringing Minhyeok to a lazy wine bar located near the eastern outskirts of Jungsim-gu. It was cozy, and the quality of the wines they were supplied with were far superior than the cheap ones Himchan ordered at a regular bar or club. In all honesty, it was at this bar that he found the best, absolute, perfect wine for his tastes. With such a breakthrough, he had to invite someone, and what better person than to bring Minhyeok, who always seemed available when free food was present. Drinks might not have been necessarily food, but would Minhyeok really focus in on that technicality when Himchan was paying for everything? He had hoped not.
The rim of the wine glass was against his lips as he sipped some, giving a genuine attempt at pacing himself. He had noticed Minhyeok was not chugging the entire beverage in one go, either, so he followed suit. He wanted to guzzle down the wine, though.
Practically bouncing in his seat, Himchan waited for the male’s opinion. A few sips of the red wine had been taken, and that was surely enough to form an opinion by now. He took “it’s something” as a promising sign, a radiant smile developing across his lips. The wine was something that he enjoyed, so he was delighted to be sharing it with another.
Minhyeok’s next choice of words were a silver dagger to his gut. His love for the wine was not shared. He could have handled that, but the way in which the man phrased it made his body course with the feeling of humiliation. The soft flesh of his cheek twitched as he contained how he felt, simply humming before finishing the rest of his wine in a few gulps. It did not matter anymore if he mirrored the man before him’s pace.
“Minhyeok, I paid money for that wine, that you probably cannot even afford yourself, just so you can insult me? If you don’t like it, that’s fine, but there is no need to be a dick about it.” The frustration burning his veins hot with fire was obvious, and his attempts to defuse it were failing. It was just rude. He thought he had gone out of his way to treat Minhyeok to something fancy and delicious. “It is wine. If you got drunk after even one glass I would be worried, but all you have done is sip it. Are you just trying to cover up the fact that you’re a lightweight? Are you afraid to get drunk in front of me after only one drink? I would make sure you got home safe, you know.” There was a glint of amusement shimmering in his eyes, hiding among the blatant anger. That anger began to subside, though, as his remarks continued. Insulting the man back made him feel better. “Goodness, have you not even gotten the chance to acquire the taste for wine yet? Is that it?” Himchan reached forward to snatch the glass from across the table. “If you’re not going to drink it, I am. A good drink like this should not go to waste.”
