what fresh hell is this || taeyong + tabi
The entire earth was conspiring now, Seunghyun was sure of it, to ensure that his life never, ever felt right again. He could no longer be himself, or go anywhere he wanted, without some mishap occurring, or some tragedy. This was the fucking worst, and there's literally nothing he could do about it.
Except roll with the punches. He glared and gritted his teeth, his unusually dark eyes piercing through the darkness of the club he was in. Not The Lush or The Box; those places he needed to avoid now, too many unwanted faces in each. No, he was in just a random club in Seoul, and who should he see here except the absolute last person on the planet that he expected to see. Or wanted to see.
Lee Taeyong sat, obviously drunk, against the bar, his eyes watery, his appearance a mess. Seunghyun had no idea why the hell he was a wreck, and he knew he should probably just leave him alone, but he himself was already pretty buzzed and this was either a curse sent to him by the universe, or a fantastic opportunity. He needed to find out.
He headed over to the other guy and put a hand on his shoulder, forcing him to turn and look at him. "Hey asshole. Been a million years. Do you know who I am?" Recent events have given him such a chip on his shoulder, wowee.
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