Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours, or vice versa
Drink Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours
Looking for some comfort among the countless shot-glasses that he served daily at his club was common for him or at least it had been for quite a few days now. He lost count actually, but maybe a week went by; maybe less. Time seemed to have acquired a different meaning and even if he was not a man to ever admit to be in pain, his friend could spot it miles away.
The shaman downed the fifth shot, head thrown back, feeling the hard liquor slide down his throat and burning it. It actually didn’t hurt anymore, no, by now he was just so numb that nothing he would do was enough to make the pain go away, but nothing was strong to make it worse either. Junsu was a masochist, that much he knew, he craved for a pain worse than the first to try and surpass it, but nothing was working so he tipped the edge of the bottle to the now empty glass and and filled it up again.
“Yah, aren’t you going overboard with it?” Key asked, moving his hand to try and stop the older, but as the shaman looked at him, still silently, he understood that nothing he could say would make him stop. Actually, he might as well down his tequila and pray that they could just crash somewhere in there because he sure as hell wasn’t taking Junsu home later on.
Fortunately – or unfortunately – the shaman had a strong endurance to alcohol, so before he could even threaten to pass out, he knew that there would be quite a few bottles getting empty.
“I know it hurts, you know? I know that.” The other started “But you have to think about the good things you have. I know it feels like you’ve lost the world, but..”
“I did lose the world, Kibum.” Junsu said, scoffing once he was done with that sentence and realizing that he’d use the man’s real name. How ironic was it that his name just happened to be the exact same one as the one person that disappeared from his life? “I really don’t like your name right now… I’ll just call you Steve, or something.”
Key scrunched up his nose in distaste then “Just call me Key, for heaven’s sake.” He said, downing yet another shot. “Are you like that because of him or the baby?”
“You can’t ask me stuff like that. It’s not like I could choose if I had to.” It was true though. He wouldn’t want to choose, but honestly, if he really had to, his baby girl would always come first. Always.
“He’s okay, isn’t he? I mean, he’s setting up his own family and stuff… Wasn’t that what you told me you wanted?”
Junsu looked at the man then, thinking that whatever comfort he was attempting at the moment, was most definitely not working. “Since when was I ever sure about what I wanted?”
“True.” Key blurted as his fingers tapped on the counter “But you’re in love with someone else too, aren’t you?” Junsu nodded then. No matter how dysfunctional his relationship was, he didn’t think he would give it up “So why are you like that? You can always go there and see the kid. I mean, you obviously have tons of money, so yeah. Unless you wanted the baby AND the ‘father’ I mean, I can totally approve of a threesome relationship, but I can tell you that it’s only good at first. That and the sex is pretty cool… but after a while, it stops working… and there’s only one party that gets left out.” He let out, tone clearly much more serious.
“I don’t know what I wanted, I don’t know why it hurts so much, but it does, okay? It hurts as if a part of me is missing, as if I can’t do the same things because I can’t function without that small piece of myself, you know? Like a broken clock of some sorts.” Yes, he knew he sounded dramatic, but that was how he felt at the time “I don’t know if I wanted him or not. Maybe not now, I don’t know Kib – I mean, Key. Our opportunity passed by us and neither one of us did a thing to grab it. I kind of wished for him to do so, actually… but he already loved her when I came along, you know? Have you ever had someone you loved crying on your shoulder because of someone else that is not you?” He asked, but he waited for no reply
“It hurts. It hurts a lot, but all you can do is comfort them and try to make sure they don’t do anything stupid. All I could do was point him the right way, towards her, and watch from afar. I was only able to comfort him, talk to him, gather his pieces together and make him whole again and stitch up his wounds so that he could go. It wasn’t supposed to be, that’s what it was… and I fell in love as well and even if it’s weird, I wouldn’t ever leave what I have now but sometimes I wonder what would have happened if the timing was a little better… sometimes, I really do wonder…”
And he did. Every single day.
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