"No, itβ" Baekhyun hissed sharply when the other insisted on pressing his fingers to the developing bruise on his forehead, and jerked away quickly. "What the heck? I said it was fine!" He knew that he hadn't said it, but he was about to. That was good enough, right?
He fell back onto his bed and rolled onto his stomach, rubbing the sore spot and wincing. Maybe it hadnβt been a good idea to go in the same direction as those thugs. There were more marks on his body, but none that he was willing to reveal to the other. He bundled the ends of his sleeves up, and pulled the fabric of his sweater closer to his body. He wanted to change the subject. Yes, that would be ideal.Β
9. Your muse putting out cookies and milk for SantaΒ
Β Β It seemed like some sort of a joke to Jongin, yet it was actually happening. As soon as he went downstairs, he caught a sight of Sehun, skipping from the kitchen to the living room, bending over beside the window, carefully setting something on the window sill.
β¦milk and cookies.
"You must be kidding meβ¦" Jongin chuckled breathlessly, leaning againt the wall with arms crossed over his chest. His words almost made Sehun jump since he was silent enough not to make any noise, carefully setting himself comfortable on the couch.
The younger sent him a half-hearted glare, shrugging a bit, explaining briefly how cute it is to actually remember about this tradition but he could only roll his eyes, reaching to squeeze Sehunβs cheeks in amusement. βAh, donβt worry, Sehun-ah. Iβll eat them in a minute and youβll get your present, is that enough?β He flashed a small smirk, a sound of protest leaving Sehunβs mouth, yet he managed to break into a smile at last.
"Youβre horrible, Jonginβ¦ ruining my fun. Le me live." Sehun scoffed, pushing the other away with eyes rolling in a playful manner. The older finally gave up, stealing only one cookie, quickly running to his room to avoid getting slapped by the younger, correcting the plate on the window sill. After all, Christmas was this time of the year, when every off habit was considered a tradition..
[ β ] Β "Have you ever had this?" She plops down besides the other, lifting up a clear bottle of what seems to be vodka (from what he's reading on the lower region of the bottle), he shakes his head quietly. Naeun knows it's not all that healthy to drink, but she needed some time to relieve her stress and she knows the other hasn't been feeling his best either. Observing it silently whilst the woman twists the cap open, pointing over towards the tiny glasses that were set aside on the coffee table.
"Get them, hold them up for me I'll let you taste one."
So he complies, pinching the glass cups with his fingers before lifting them up in front of the other woman. Tipping it the slightest bit, watching the clear liquid spill inside of the shot glasses, she sets the bottle in between her thighs to keep in place before taking one in her own grasp.
"I just want you to know that you might not want to drink it slowly be-" Naeun didn't even have a chance to finish her sentence, in fact all she ends up seeing was the male taking a small sniff of it before pressing his plump lips upon the edge of the glass; lolling his head back to drink it entirely. Yet the expression on his face was bittersweet and distasteful, his teeth grit together; not really fond of the taste. In fact, he probably found something that he actually dislikes for once.
By the time he turns his head to glance over at his friend, he wanted to whine and complain but he finds himself gazing at her with amazement that she engulfs the toxic liquid in one gulp. No emotion painted upon her visage, faint sounds of her tongue clicking against the top of her mouth whilst flashing a smile soon afterwards.
"You were going to say?"
"I don't like it."
"Just have one more, you'll get used to it." She remarked simply, pouring another shot for the both of them; clinking the edges together before drinking it with a pleasant hum falling out of her lips and for a moment he wanted to decline it-- one more couldn't be that bad, right?
An hour passes by; the empty living room was filled with lame jokes and a burst of cackles slipping out from the both of them. He finds himself reaching over for the bottle with his fingers wiggling, practically giving in and wanting to finish the rest of it for himself. Naeun lets out a loud laugh of amusement behind the palm of her hand, her hand extending out to keep it away from the other. Thankfully her alcohol tolerance wasn't too bad, she could drink plenty and it wouldn'tΒ necessarilyΒ ruin her to the point whereΒ she's tripping over nothing but her own step.
"You said one more!" He exclaimed, still attempting to take a hold of the bottle in his own grasp especially since he's more taller than the female, it's a higher advantage for him at least.
"I said that an hour ago, you know." The words slipped out into a mumble, finding her lips latching onto the tip of the bottle to finish the last droplets of alcohol that was still inside; a small giggle emits pass her lips and Sehun smiles warmly to himself, scooting closer to the other with his chin tucked upon her shoulder. Lips pursing out, ears twitching a bit when an idea pops in his head as his fingers managed to wrap around the base of the bottle to set it down on the table causing a small 'pop' to escape.
She's still laughing, over nothing; he didn't really say anything except a small complaint about how she finished it before he could even get any more which was unfair. The woman simply pets the top of his head, in an affectionate manner which he wasn't used to because even if she's kind.
And yet here they were, cheeks heavily flushed from the amount of liquor they chugged down over the last hour or two- who knows, they both lost track. Snuggling up against his side, spilling words of truth and honesty that they'll regret in the mere morning, friendly pecks upon their faces and soon enough she's quietly reminding herself - if one's going to drink the other might as well stay sober.
Kai huffs while waddling over to Sehun, whom was sitting on the comfortable looking couch. With a sigh, he falls into the the younger's lap, face planted into the couch itself. "Sehun, if you're staying over you're on the couch. I'll get you extra blankets." He picked up his head, face turning so he's able to see the television, feet flailing in the air. "Scratch that, you're staying over so I can bug you, even when your eye bags are an inch from the ground, ha ha ha."
