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@ᵒ lee felix. A frustrated groan escaped Minsik's lips as he stared at the ceiling of his apartment. Why was he groaning? Fomo. There was nothing to do and every time he tried to do something at home he was instantly bored. Resorting back to his original form, which was slouching on the couch, doom scrolling. However, it was as if the gods heard his groans. The sound of a text ping rung through the apartment.

Instantly checking the text, Minsik hopped up from his slouching position with excitement. One of his friends just had texted him about going out and the alpha was all too ready to go. Running towards to his closet, he dressed himself to the nines. Black chrome hearts t-shirt, black leather jacket, baggy jeans, his signature chains and matching chrome heart rings. Grabbing his things and his shoes which were one of his favorite Jordans, the excitement exuded out of the man with each step.

Arriving at the bar, greeting the friends who invited him out; he was already handed a glass of liquor. From there it was like a thread snapped. He tossing drinks back and smoking as the time passed. Minsik was leaned against the section couch in a giddy daze. Finally enjoying his night that was shrouded in boredom.

As the night went on, more of his friends dropped like flies. He glanced around in his drunken state giggling at how two of his friend were cuddling on the couch. Then it hit him, the sudden urge to go to the bathroom. The pressure finally hitting him like a ton of bricks. Getting up from the couch in a stagger, he made his way towards the neon lit hallway.

[] sorry about the shortness and if it was bad. it will get better ; u ;

@ᵒ arakaki sena. ( ;u; thank you dearie)

Jiyong's figure straightened up in his seat, ready to pounce, with his hand overlapping his purse and his dark, cold beads fixated on the back of the drunken man who had entrapped the other in his strength. With the struggle of movement or any movement that sparked between the two, Jiyong felt his muscles tense and flex, like a predator waiting for the right moment to leap out from the shadows, to seep his 2 inch bite somewhere that would distract the drunk man with pain.

The sound of the shattering of the glass echoed in the omega's ears, the hair on his nape standing up as he pushed himself off his stool, it was the perfect cue to step in the mess, now seeing that no one else gave a but watched for their pure entertainment.

Perhaps if the older man were faster to interfere, the stool attack would have been avoided, but now wasn't the time to linger back on regrets; he still had time to stop this from escalating. Jiyong threw his weight at the drunken man, though there wasn't much impact thrown with how slender and petite the omega was. Still, the purpose of the maneuver was to bury his knife into the man's ribs, hearing the faint groan and the gushing of intrusion.

He gave the handle a good twist before yanking the knife back and quickly took hold of Sena's wrist, ", we gotta leave!" He exclaimed without giving the other time to react; if he even wanted to come with him, surely it would be better than here with a drunk man who might be pissed with the wound in his side.

Jiyong led them out to the exit door, kicking it open during his adrenaline rush; the consequence of the reckless act would be a later problem. He tugged on Sena'a wrist as they ran through the alleys, getting far away from the bar before pausing. Panting with his back pressed to a brick wall to catch his breath, the frigid air attacking his lungs, creating an uproar of thick molasses to bundle up in his throat, "Sorry for that asswipe...Do...you need any first aid?" He asked whilst his eyes were a step ahead, searching the other for wounds, anything visible at least.

@ᵒ kwon jiyong. () its not short at all-----


Sena's shocked silence was met with fat caterpillar fingers sliding onto his - mostly - well-manicured hand. The Japanese yanked his hand away. Well, that's what was supposed to happen but the arrogant guy had grasped his wrist so tightly it hurt. Now, Sena wasn't weak but there was a certain difference in weight class between him and this guy... The man leaned forward to inspect his hand. " This is what you were staring at? Your nails look fine... You shouldn't be so obsessed with looks anyway, I'm sure you look much better without all of that make-up."

He said all that as casually as if he were remarking on how the prices in the bar had gone up.

Sena yanked at his hand again, expression contorting from wide-eyed disbelief to pure hatred. He's spent more than 10 years dealing with obnoxious, patronising dickheads. Ten ing years. He'd skirted around wandering hands, lewd gazes and late-night invitations to hotels promising to give 'guidance'. He'd put up with comments and then set their car on fire. This absolute ing stain on society was not where he was going to draw the line.

This time, the man released his grip with a 'kind' smile. He was already reaching out to squeeze Sena's thigh. His lips were parting to say something patronising, but Sena was faster. He had his glass in his fist and slammed it against the man's temple. The guy stumbled on his seat, dazed, shards cut into his skin and in Sena's hand. Big hairy arms swiped the air where Sena sat, but the Japanese had slipped off the barstool and stepped to the side. Now he looked angry, and Sena looked like he was just getting started.

Those closest to the two rose from their seats and backed away, the bartender was still just staring and unsure what to do. The man was up on his feet and coming at Sena, who had picked up a chair and slammed it against the guys temple.

@ᵒ arakaki sena. () ugh sorry its short orz also oof love the writing dearie

Why was Jiyong even at the bar if he had temporarily stopped drinking for two years? Maybe he enjoyed torturing himself by staring at the collection of bottles behind the bartender, waiting to be chugged on. Or perhaps it was the atmosphere he missed, the liveliness, and how, at times, it would overload his senses, making him grateful to have a quiet home with a nice bed that he could crawl into after the night concluded.

Here he was, sitting alone at the bar with his sad mocktail, a way to convince himself it wasn't too bad to be sober at a bar. His fingertip circled the rim of the glass, eavesdropping on conversations around him, mainly about someone asking for superglue. The man chuckled to himself, what an odd thing to ask of someone, especially the bartender who gave a look that explained the oddness of such a request. The older man leaned back in his stool, hooking a finger between the knot of his black headscarf and chin, adjusting the positioning and using this time to observe the man asking for glue.

Jiyong noticed the drunk man hovering and being a nuisance to Sena; it was clear as day that he wasn't interested, but to a drunk, sometimes a bit of violence was the only way to push them away....sometimes. The rapper kept a low watch on the two, his hand overlapping his miniature Chanel purse strapped around his chest, getting himself ready to defend the stranger from the drunk head if things got worse.

The contents of his purse, being that it was extremely tiny, would be complex to envision anything fitting in it. Maybe an ant-size wallet or a two-inch switchblade that would only cause pain and slow someone down. Despite its size, it could still kill someone when used correctly, which was far from Jiyong's intentions.

@ᵒ kwon jiyong. Sena was sitting in the corner of the bar, at the counter in a black hoodie, baggy black pants and his hair drawn half-up. He was at present cursing under his breath as he pressed a loose crystal back onto his nail. He'd gotten it caught on his hair earlier and in the process of getting it out it had come quite loose. Even though he had only just gotten them done today... This country really at nail art. Of course, it was wishful thinking that just pressing the damn thing down would make any difference, so Sena looked up. "Hey.", he said and the bartender to face him with a questioning smile. "Have any superglue?" The man looked at him blankly. "Superglue?" Sena could see the gears turning in his head. "Not some weird cocktail, the actual glue." A look of realisation dawned on the man's face and Sena snorted.

"I don't think we do, sorry."

ing hell. Sena's expression soured, ice blue eyes filling with frustration and he looked back down at his nails. They looked nice enough... it was just that one... ing... crystal. It was driving him nuts that it was so loose. He could swear it also looked kind of crooked?

"I'll take another Jack and Coke." - "Sure, coming right up."

About half way through that Jack and Coke and Sena was still obsessing over his one faulty nail, when some guy slid onto the bar stool next to him. Sena, immediately regretting choosing the corner seat, made a point of not looking up. He could smell the guy and he reeked of alcohol and arrogance.

"Hey what you looking at so intently?", came the attempt at striking up a conversation. Sena turned his head to the side and gave him the rudest side-eye he could muster. He made sure to mix some disgust, just to drive the message home. Somehow, it didn't land. "I won't bite~", the guy grinned and leaned onto the counter, devoting all of his attention to the Japanese. Now that really pissed him off. He won't bite? What? He was insinuating that Sena was *scared*. Sena turned his head and looked the guy dead in the eyes. " off, dude.", he snarled. Normally, people would get angry right about now. They would feel insulted and either yell or storm off while yelling.

Clearly, this guy was built different or he was so hammered he didn't catch on how much Sena wanted him gone. Or, actually, he just didn't care. Yeah, that was definitely the one.

"Don't worry, I'm just looking for conversation. And you know... if we hit things off, ...I'm open. But we've got to vibe first, you know?", he smirked.

Sena's head was spinning and not from alcohol but from a sheer loss for words. The audacity. The A.U.D.A.C.I.T.Y. He was so floored he literally leaned away till his back pressed against the wall. He felt light-headed.

This motherer.

@ᵃ moon sangmin. Sounds good to me!
Playfully salutes you, hesitantly lets you take your hand from mine. Relieved when it only comes back to hug my waist and pull me close.
I think I get really sleepy and silly. Maybe a little talkative. It’s been a little different each time.
Coos when I hear what kind of drunk you are, loving that it seemed to be your normal self just amped up.
Mhm! Oh! This one
Points to a Royal Peach Cocktail which has the following ingredients: sprite, pineapple juice, cranberry juice, peach schnapps and crown royal peach.

@ᵇ kim yugyeom. I don't either. I bounce back and forth from beer, soju, cocktails. It really depends on my mood that day. We'll take it easy and if you do over do it I'll make sure to take care of you.
when we've sat next to each other i do notice how you didn't let go of my hand while i had been talking to the server but i let go so i can bring my arm around the back of your waist and gently pulls you closer against my side, a small grin forms on my lips.
I'm curious too, what kind of drunk are you typically? Normally I'm pretty lively and become way more talkative.
the moment you point out a drink you're interested in i look to it, nodding my head gently while my eyes begin scanning themselves.
Sangrias are always yummy and watermelon is good. Hm.. I'm not too picky right now for my cocktail, is there another drink on here that sounds yummy to you? I can get it and that way you'll be able to try both and if you happen to like one more than the other we can switch.

@ᵃ moon sangmin. I like fruity drinks, but I can do soju too. Depends on how wasted I want to be. I don’t do it often, so drinking to get a bit wasted isn’t too terrible for me.
I allow you to take me to the quieter spot of the bar, happy to be somewhere where the both of us don’t have to worry about a bunch of people invading our space. I slide into the booth first, happy you’ve decided to sit beside me. I keep my hand linked with yours, refusing to let go. I’m thankful that you speak with the waiter, feeling a bit too timid to interact.
Oh, you’re right, it is the first time. I wonder how we’ll be around one another while drunk.
I chime, my eyes glued on the drink menu. I found a few different types of alcohol I wanted to try.
This watermelon sangria looks yummy.
I point to the picture provided in the book, looking over at you to see how you felt about it.

@ᵇ kim yugyeom. Hm, solely depends on the mood I'm in. Right now I think I'd like a cocktail, just take my time drinking it while chatting with you. What do you usually drink?
after I'm done scanning the room with my eyes I locate a small booth that's perfect for small parties just like us, it's located away from the main area, begins walking towards it and i step aside to allow you to slide into one of the booth seats before I settle next to you. in the mean time one of the server notices us and has come over, giving a warm greeting before inquiring what we'd like.
We might need a little bit longer, do you have drink menu we can look at?
the server hands over a drink menu which they seem to have kept handy on them before returning, i sit next to you and open the drink menu.
Yknow I think this is the first time we've drank together

@ᵃ moon sangmin. Follows alongside you, eager to see what the bar scene looked like. Once there, I follow you inside, pleasantly surprised that there aren’t many people. Grins at you, happy to be somewhere warm where we could drink a little.
That’s great, I’d love a drink. Do you have any suggestions?
Asks, giving your hand a squeeze as I also begin to look around for a good spot to sit. I’d like it to be somewhere private, just in case we ended up making out for whatever reason. Wouldn’t want others to get a free show.

@ᵇ kim yugyeom. i take the lead after we leave the lounge, being the first to open the door and step into the bar, looking around as i see for now there isn't that much people here, a smile on my face as i turn back to look at you.
Looks like it's not too crazy. Did you want to get a drink? Just one? You don't have to of course.
as i await your answer i'm turning away so i can look around for a good seating area.