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@⁰² yuna c. "Don't worry about it," Yibo groaned, shaking his head a little. "I don't care," he let the other know, he really didn't on normal occasion. And how else to persuade himself that he was okay, normal, not hungover? Well, pretending that he was all that. His eyebrows raised in amusement as they mentioned his lack of potential to be an alcoholic. For sure, he wouldn't succumb to the disgusting liquor, but as it was a habit, university and dorm life got him doing things he wouldn't normally indulge himself in. "I blame the house parties," Yibo let out a rough chuckle.

"Glad my morning after makes me one of the crowd," Yibo said sarcastically, not fond of being tossed in with the others. But for the lack of energy and the still throbbing pain in his head, he couldn't care too much. With yet another bacon in his mouth, he looked at the two fingers pointed in his face. He could only imagine in how much pain they were in, although it couldn't be much different from having a busted toenail. That happened a lot to him, from both dancing and skating (and his clumsy tendencies he would not admit). "I know. I'm sweet," Yibo smirked, his sober and healthy ways slowly returning. "Classes are fine. Can't complain much," he shrugged before the name was mentioned. "Chatroom drunk?!" he almost gasped if he hadn't have to swallow the pieces of bacon. "Why would you- what? It's Yibo. And you are?" he wouldn't admit that he saved their number as 'chatroom boba' just because he couldn't be bothered with names most of the time. Even this time, he would most likely forget the name by the time he'd got home. But then again, this person seemed to be worth Yibo's attention so he might put effort into remembering.

@⁰¹ yibo w. upon seeing his reaction, yuna immediately flails her hand to make the smoke's direction away from yibo "sorry about that man" yuna inhaled again and exhaled away from yibo, successfully having the smoke away from him "i can put it out if you want" taking the cigarettes between their fingers as they turn off their switch and put it inside the backpack. yuna chuckled "guess i'll have to see it for myself then" implying that maybe one day they'll go out drinking together. they raised their hand as if saying that it's no problem then nodded approvingly at their minimal alcoholic tendencies "good, it means you have potential to not turn into an alcoholic"

yuna puts a hand over their heart and smiled a bit sarcastically as if touched at the compliment "you remind me of my friends in the morning after" they reminiscence of the days where yuna would make them breakfast or fetch them some medicine, with their friends complimenting the parent of the group. truly yuna does miss those times. yuna held up their left hand and showed the pointer and ring finger, both of them absent of their nails "well i got the bleeding to stop days ago and it only got a little painful if i put pressure on it" they shrugged "should be okay". they tilted their head before aww-ing "that's so sweet of you freshie" cooed them as they took the band-aids and put it in their hoodie's pocket. the day has been filled with chuckles for them as he amuses them "now now don't eat too fast or you'll choke on it, the boba can wait" they leaned back to the bench, crossing their legs "how's classes freshie? oh and i never got your name, i'm starting to feel guilty saving your name as 'chatroom drunk'"

@⁰² yuna c. The smell of smoke filled Yibo's lungs and his nose crinkled. He didn't really care, not that he was used to it, but he couldn't care. However, this time, he was all kinds of ed up and so were his senses. "Give me a break," he croaked and sat up a little more upright, reaching for the tupperware. "If you knew my alcohol tolerance, you'd get it," Yibo gave them a look, one eyebrow raised in a way that could pass as arrogant. It wasn't, not this time. "Thanks," he opened the dish, stuffing his mouth with the first piece of bacon. "This was my," Yibo tried to recount all the times he was drunk and the times he drank alcohol, "third time being drunk, fourth time drinking alcohol."

Chewing on the crunchy bacon, the taste mixing with his toothpaste and finally making him feel better at the stomach. "You're a lifesaver," Yibo muttered, slouching even more in his seat. "Nails in tact?" Yibo asked, remembering their previous conversation online in the chatroom. Without a word, he pulled out a pack of band-aids from the back pocket of his cargo pants. "For you," he handed the pack to them, returning back to down another piece of bacon. "I'll buy you boba later," he grunted, emphasizing that he was incapable of walking too far in this state.

@⁰¹ yibo w. yuna can find themselves chuckling when they got the message as they're putting the hoodie on, finishing cheerleading practice and fresh off the shower. it somehow made them feel better when he came to them for the solution for hangovers, reminds yuna of their friends and how they used to take care of them in the morning after a party. now that they are all on spring break, yuna's parental instinct has been left unused for a while. well at least until the guy from the chatroom came along.

they bid their farewells to the members of the club as they plopped themselves down at the bench, lighting a cigarette and then taking out their switch. it was only about 10 minutes later that they hear a voice croaked a weak greeting that yuna looked up from their game. they scoffed in disbelief at their state "you showered? how the hell do you still look like a wreck?" yuna half-, putting the console down and taking the tupperware from their backpack complete with utensils. "yikes, sounds like something someone who will drink again would say" they joked, handing the food to him. yuna leaned back to the bench as they take a long drag, sighing out the smoke "you really need to control your alcohol intake man"

@⁰² yuna c. In a sluggish gait, Yibo grumbled his whole way from the dormitories to the stadium. He opted not to take his skateboard, for safety reasons. Here and there, he would rub his temples to ease the throbbing pain in his head, wondering if his sight wouldn't betray him in search for his remedy and the bearer of it.

All black. Oh, right. As soon as his eyes laid on that figure, his feet lazily carried him over. The first thing he could think of: sit down. He plopped himself down on the very first bench he could find, head in hands. "Hi," he grumbled in his morning voice, underused and rough. "Please," he held out his hand without a warning, begging for any relief from the pain and discomfort. "I'm never drinking again," he promised to no one in particular.