♕ Wine Cellar

@[W] Byun Baekhyun If it was any consolidation, Sehun had not planned for his night to end like this. Closing the bar early for the night and bidding his fellow workmates a politely deceiving ‘see you tomorrow’, Sehun began his long and uneventful walk home with all intentions of taking a blistering hot shower before investing in a great nights sleep. The day had been long and almost every muscle in his body screamed at him to be put to rest. Sehun’s head pounded with some sort of headache that felt like someone was digging their fingers into his skull in an effort to scoop out his brain. Home. Home sweet f-cking home. Home, however, was not an option or the case for Oh Sehun because once the ‘devil’ showed up with a _____-eating grin on his face; foreign keys jangling in his pocket, Sehun knew he was f-cked. Completely and utterly f-cked. Of course, there was no other reason for Baekhyun to drag his down through creepy looking hallways just to steal a bottle of the palace’s finest wine. And knowing Baekhyun, simply vandalising the place was not enough — he had to turn the whole place inside out to actually feel satisfied. In short Baekhyun was a life ruiner but Sehun stuck up with his bullsh-t anyways.

“If we’re caught, we’re well and truly f-cked,” groaned Sehun begrudgingly as he tried to avoid running into any cobwebs. His headache continued to pound painfully and this was not making it any better. “And I’m going to blame your _____ for it.” Sehun tried not to make his (rather obvious) distaste and fear for the situation too conspicuous as his eyes glanced swiftly at the great oak door to the cellar. This sort of thing had been done before, no doubt about it, but Sehun was never the perpetrator. Instead, he had just heard stories from his collegues about another f-ckwit breaking into the cellar. Gossip spread fast in this small part of the town and Sehun realised that soon, the news of /him/ getting wasted in the cellar would infiltrate even the tiniest of cracks and fall out of the biggest of mouths.

Sehun had been down here before, legally and supervised, to stock up the small cellar back at the bar so the scene behind the door was not a new sight to see. The old antique bottles tessellated eerily in the the dimly lit room, the only source of light coming from the two hanging light bulbs which flickered weakly. “Well, sh-t.” His first instinct was to run out like a _____ and ditch Baekhyun for his bed because /he should not be here/ but his second instinct took over like the plague and Sehun’s own feet betrayed him and led him into the room. His eyes washed hazily over all the bottles and his mind tried to pick up the pieces from his last visit (“where is the bottle of 1983 Cabernet Sauvignon?”). Striding to the very end of the room, Sehun crouched down beside a cabinet to his right and reached down. Pulling out the very bottle he was looking for, he then proceeded to hold it above his head like he was a champion with a trophy. It was ridiculous. He did not know why he conformed to Baekhyun’s actions but Sehun did so anyway — one day he was going to die from his exploits and a small voice in the back of his head will squeak “I f-cking told you so.”

(was this sehun's original plan on getting drunk like out of all people to do it with it had to be kyungsoo)

With everyone either in a deep slumber or preparing last minute preps for the next show to go on, keys quietly jingle in Baekhyun's pocket as he whistles innocently, feigning ignorance as he walks the hallways of the prestige palace. London was such a eye-catcher, probably one of the best sights he's ever seen other than seeing one of his fellow co-workers in a pair of hot pants, it was truly a beauty to take in. But it was only breathtaking for a nanosecond before he discovers the secrets amongst quiet mumbles that a wine cellar was present. He couldn't pass up the opportunity.

Baekhyun had awfully swift and sticky (don't forget pretty) fingers; everybody knew it. No doubt he'd swiped it from one of the bartenders when they weren't looking, just like every other key he’d ever managed to get a hold of from any other worker. To the headmaster's headquarters when they were too busy entertaining to the wardrobes where some of the most illegal-looking undergarments some of the performers had to wear, he almost explored every crook of the secrets the circus had to hold. The monuments and buildings in London were no different. But this time around this wouldn't have been achieved if it weren't from a little assistance. Moreover of a last minute idea than a well thought out plan, it happened to be today in which the wasted night may commence-- even if tomorrow is a work day. TGIF, isn't it.

With a quick flick of his wrist, the key opens to the door as its shrieking hinges splits through the air, giving way to the view of a wide array of black bottles lined neatly against the walls. Excitement shoots down his spine as he observes the variety of the beverages, somehow questioning why hadn't the stock run out yet but nonetheless Baekhyun couldn't have cared at the moment because /alcohol/. Unlike someone who had somehow gained access prior to Baekhyun's arrival, he's aware enough to not announce his intentions for tonight and to keep his tracks covered. Due to a certain reckless being, the area was temporarily off-limits and the said person had to be put down by a tranquilizer for the offense. Baekhyun's over-exaggerating the scenario but rather than being 'put down' it was more of 'fell down' since hangovers are a _____ and the bartender's discovery of one of the fans abusing the privilege made it justified that it was mandatory to keep it away from human hands for a few days. But it was unlocked and exclusively made for two particular people only, since the idea of a prompt reward for such hard work is completely necessarily and why not enjoy it with a bottle of wine?

"Come on, Sehun. Don't be such a prude and get your _____ over here," he reprimands, ushering the latter to come forward and select his first poison of the night.

(@eunhye + sehun
omg reposting completely because crappy formatting looks ugly)

Kyungsoo's inner hipster is at its peak tonight. He plans to discreetly creep into the wine cellar and grab all the expensive looking wine bottles then consume pints on pints of of said alcohol because when life gives you a wine cellar, you abuse this golden opportunity by taking everything in the cellar. In all seriousness though, Kyungsoo just really wants to get wasted. In fact, he aims to get so awfully wasted that the very next morning he'll wake up in some stranger's bed with a throbbing headache and a horrible case of hangover which is perfectly fine with the boy because he has learnt to truly preach the yolo. Needless to say, Kyungsoo's plan for tonight is to (a) get drunk (b) get drunk and (c) get drunk because (a) yolo (b) thrill and (c) yolo. Tonight's going to be a thrilling night--Kyungsoo can feel the excitement in his bones.

Kyungsoo strolls into the cellar, a slight casual leap in his walk as he does so. He seems to forget that the cellar isn't exactly the kind of place where pounding, booming music is appropriate because as soon as he makes his ostentatious and flamboyant entrance (wild hollering, awkward woo-ing), he's greeted with an uncomfortable silence instead. It's rather quiet. Besides him, there are like one, two other beings in the opulent room.

He idly stands there, reflecting on all the things he's done wrong. Kyungsoo sort of feels a sense of responsibility for the eerie, uncanny silence so being the emotionally invested person he is, he decides to somehow rid of the silence for the greater good.

With a loud, hopefully authoritative clearing of the throat, Kyungsoo boisterously announces to the entire room (only two people), "OKAY LISTEN UP YOU SH-T FACES, YOU ALL, well technically both but that doesn't really matter at the moment, ARE GOING TO GET FRICKING SMASHED TONIGHT BECAUSE TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT WE gET DRUNk yeAH, hASHtAGGEu yOLO, MANY KAWAII, MUCH WINE, BOKU DAISUKI WINEu, i dON'T KNOW--" Kyungsoo's little dialogue ends with all the words that come to his mind because when the poor boy has two strangers staring at him like he's just told them that he murdered their parents, the pressure is extremely intense so he tends to blurt out all the words he can think of in his limited vocabulary.

Also at the swift conclusion of his satanic-sounding dialogue, in the corner of his right eye, he can see a figure slowly exiting the cellar perhaps in an attempt to get away from Kyungsoo as soon as possible. Great, now there is only one other sentient being standing in the extravagant room with him. God, he really cannot handle one-on-one situations. Someone call nine-one-one because it's a goddamn emergency, wait no, he means nine-nine-nine.

It feels like prom again in the sense that it f-cking .

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