i’m your... father?
Into his fifth – or was it sixth – drink, Himchan could feel the tendrils of responsibility ease their grip on him, giving way for him to relax at last. It was a welcomed feeling after spending hours a week dedicated to studying. Having the weekend to wind down and lose the edge school had imposed on him was necessary to continue on with the grueling schedule, and Bambam’s parties never disappointed.
For months now, Himchan had been been attending his younger friend, Bambam’s, parties to fulfill his needs. Call him shallow, but he preferred Bambam’s parties to others because, well, the boy clearly had money, and he actually appreciated his company more to others. He just felt it was easier to be relaxed. It was an environment he was familiar with, with a person he was familiar with.
Most of his time at the party had been spent standing and conversing freely. Although he enjoyed that, he wanted to just lose himself completely. That meant he needed alone time. He forced his body onto the plush couch to sit, and, pressing the lip of the bottle of beer to his own lips, he began his next drink. Slowly, his eyes shut, appreciating the burn of the alcohol as it went down his throat. His eyes reopened lazily, and it was then that he saw a very visibly drunk man approaching him, and he lowered the bottle, an eyebrow quirking as if to ask what the intrusion was for. He had come to the couch to settle down! Himchan may have been a very social person, especially when drunk, but he felt he had his fill for the night, and he was not drunk yet, only buzzed.
“Um, hi? May I help you?” The tone may have come off as a bit rude, but he was confused as to why the drunken boy had chosen him of all people to bother. Not once had he met him, though, he thought maybe he had seen his face once or twice before. Either way, what did he want with him?
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