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@ᵇ kim jaeyoung. as he noticed the mug being slid over, jihoon reached forward to gently hold it in his hands, enjoying the warmth that the cup provided against his skin. a shiver was visible on his arms when jaeyoung brushed his fingers against his shoulder, the omega lifting his head to peek at the beta with a surprised expression. his lips parted as jihoon watched the other male’s actions, slowly nodding at the other hybrid’s words. “black coffee or black tea is great. no need for sweeteners. those people that only drink those starbucks coffees aren’t necessarily fans of coffee, but fans of sugar.” he said with a chuckle.

@ᵒ lee jihoon. "i always am."
jaeyoung said, sliding the mug towards jihoon. the cocky grin never leaving his fleshly mouth. he walked around the corner, intentional fingers running along the length of the male's entire shoulder. "perfect choice." the beta would mutter, when his lowered head falls next to jihoon's left ear. he straightened up again, pulling out a seat for himself to sit down, heels propped on the metal footrest beneath.
"i like my black coffee unsweetened too. some people seem to find it distasteful though. unimaginable, really."

@ᵇ kim jaeyoung. jihoon’s lips also were curled in a smile as he listened to jaeyong’s words, a light chuckle soon leaving his lips at his explanation. “mm, i suppose you are right~” he commented. the omega tilts his head as he hears him and shakes his head. “mm, no. just plain black is good~”

@ᵒ lee jihoon. listless fingers circling around the brim of 'his' mug, waiting for the water to boil. jaeyoung glanced at the kettle, then back at jihoon.
"that's okay. milk never expires when its taken straight from the source." he reasoned with a lazy smile.
finally, jaeyoung switches off the kettle and waits for the boiling water to simmer down before adding it to the cups, "no sugar, either?"

@ᵇ yamazaki kento. jaeyoung brows concentrated into a frown while he types one alphabet at a time at the search bar, patience thankfully remained until an array of horror movies was presented on the screen.

"what about herec-ack!" he choked on his words when a viceful grip constricted this throat. once which he could easily escape from, of course, not without hurting his 'friend'.

!

jaeyoung thought, trying to break away from kento's arm, a ragged intake of breath while he forced his fingers between the angled gap within your bended elbow, using his strength of push it was. once liberated, the raven lurched forward hacking up.


"you i.....hmm..hack.." there is unspoken albeit loud fury burning in his obsidian-like orbs when he turned to look at kento, hand resting around his neck trying to nurse the pain from the killing grip.

now.
it took a lot to anger jaeyoung and he rarely lost his cool but he wasn't smiling anymore, the red was saturating his complexion( from annoyance or re-supply of oxygen, one couldn't tell) but the vein around his jaw flexed from clenching too hard, struggling to withhold the venom bubbling up his throat.

he sighed, rationalising the male's reaction might have some valid reason influenced by alcohol.

"snap out of it and look around, kento. this isn't your apartment. and i am not some intruder. look at me."

@ᵇ kim jaeyoung. jihoon could tell that the other was teasing him and he rose a brow as he followed him, but kept a distance so that he wasn’t in his bubble or too clingy. “mm, maybe it’ll be expired by then~” he playfully flirted and attempted to wink at the beta. as the hybrid noticed the mugs, he chuckled and slowly nodded his head at jaeyoung’s words. “sure, sure~” he let out in a sing-a-like voice. jihoon soon pulled a chair and sat down as requested by the beta, crossing his legs and resting his hands on his lap.

@ᵒ lee jihoon. his lips twitched, subduing laughter by pressing the pair into a thin line. he does glance over his shoulder at jihoon.
"i prefer black coffee. but i am always curious about the taste of your milk. maybe some other time."
jaeyoung placed the half-filled electric kettle onto the base and turned the switch on. next came the mugs from the upper cabinet and just two sachets of instant coffee from the box. using his teeth to tear it open, one at a time and pour the contents inside their respective brightly colored mugs printed with his face and a message(obviously a present from a fan).
"sit down comfortably, you're a guest. by the way, those mugs was a gift. i am not that self-absorbed. "

@ᵇ kim jaeyoung. “is that why you invited me over here? for my milk?” he asked, amused as his cheeks remained a reddish shade, but upon hearing the comment, the omega braved one step closer to the beta. he closed the distance, but didn’t touch the other, his petite physique being towered by jaeyoung’s tall one. jihoon then soon followed behind the raven hybrid, his hands going to his pockets. “is there anything i can help with?”

@ᵒ lee jihoon. "don't be so meek, jihoon. weren't you offering your milk to me not long ago?"
jaeyoung's palm flattened against the cool wooden surface, just inches away from your face. his chiseled jaw lowered to meet your gaze.
"great. seems like we have similar tastes in coffee."
the raven commented in an off-handed manner, taking a step back and turning around to start his short journey towards the kitchen.

@ᵇ kim jaeyoung. the cow hybrid lifted his head to see jaeyoung now being closer and his breath got caught in his throat for a moment as he realized he was trapped between the beta and the door. the shorter male stumbled back against the door like a small prey.
“well, i suppose i have you to thank for that then.” he mumbled. “coffee would be nice. would help to warm me up. just black is good~”

@ᵒ lee jihoon. jaeyoung's eyes narrowed, glancing down and studying your sheepish reaction. he stepped in front of you, leaning forward to close the door behind you, trapping you inbetween.
"ripe is definitely better, yes. it is, it is a compliment. care for some coffee? nothing fancy but just instant. sugar? creamer?"

@ᵇ kim jaeyoung. the omega blinked a few times as he realized how he was reacting and how red his cheeks had turned - the ones on his face of course. with a soft gasp, jihoon stepped in and rubbed the back of his neck. “i mean... ripe is better than unripe, isn’t it?” the short male glanced up and slipped off his shoes at the entrance to be polite. “and i’ll take that as a compliment... if you’re calling my head pretty that is~”

@ᵒ lee jihoon. jaeyoung's arms dropped to his sides, stepping aside from blocking the entrance. with hands in his pockets and a cheeky grin.
" you look like a ripe strawberry, jihoon.something interesting going through that pretty head of yours? come on in, its cold outside."

@ᵇ kim jaeyoung. as jihoon looks up, he meets jaeyoung’s eyes and sends him a small smile. his eyes widen though, noticing the other’s current attire - or rather, his lack of. “yes, indeed i am! is that still an open offer?” the omega questions the taller male, leaning a bit against the door frame as he tries to avoid looking at the beta’s body, cheeks a bit red.

@ᵒ lee jihoon. jaeyoung hates wearing clothes at home, since his body temperature always seemed higher compared to most people around him. even now, the beta is shirtless. but at least, he is wearing sweats to save his apartment-mates' eyes. coincidentally, being the one to answer the knock since he'd come to the kitchen for some coffee.
the door handle is twisted open, to reveal jihoon behind it.
"here for the blankets, jihoon?"

@ᵇ kim jaeyoung. a light knock is heard at the door as jihoon patiently waits outside of the beta’s apartment, covering his mouth to hide a yawn. he sways a bit on the heels of his feet, here to request the warm blankets that had been previously offered to him to keep him from being cold during this winter weather. the omega plays with the sleeves of the sweater that he is wearing as they form sweater paws on his petite body.

@ᵇ kim jaeyoung. To Kento's drunken dismay, he lost both the guy's arm and the remote. 2-0.

Yeonjun? shifted and sat down, and Kento went for the remote again. One hand on the other's bare shoulder to support himself he leaned forward over the guy's other shoulder and reached for it. He was so close the guy's hair brushed his cheek. In that position, Kento turned his head to look at Yeonjun and once again noticed that Yeonjun did not look like Yeonjun.

An unsettling feeling spread in the pit of his abdomen.

Who the hell was this guy? An intruder?

With a soft grunt he pushed himself back on the couch and sat down cross-legged. "Something scary.", he responded with delay as he picked at some dead skin on his lip, his eyes trained on the mystery intruder.

This wasn't safe. What if the real Yeonjun or Hyunjin came back? They might be in danger. What were they again? Oh, right, betas. Of course. Kento sniffed the air. This guy smelled like a beta too. So.. was he Yeonjun after all? No he definitely looked different. The hair did too.

Kento leaned forward and shifted to kneeling on the couch. In a quick but clumsy, thanks to the alcohol, movement, he grabbed the intruder in a chokehold from behind. "Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment-"

@ᵇ yamazaki kento. "a shoujo manga?"

jaeyoung parroted questioningly, struggling to grasp the majority of the male's shambolic carousel of drunken thoughts. the remote, ceaselessly, swung in front of kento's face, before he was weakly imprisoned by the latter's hands.

"you dork."

the raven remarked with a chortle, perfectly aware of kento's silly predicament. sure enough, his dark mahogany irises reconnected to a pair of pleading ones. he freed himself from the grasps and took possession of the remote, once again. he turns on the tv screen and shuffles through the selection of streaming services, disney+? netflix? definitely netflix.

he sat down comfortably, on the floor with his back pressed against the couch.

"what do you want to watch?"

@ᵇ kim jaeyoung. "Hey I'm just a little bit drunk okay---"

Grumbling, he grabbed onto the other as he was lifted up and returned to the soft comfort of the couch. How nice to be helped out like this. Kento his lips and eyed the floor for his mysteriously vanished 2nd toast. Had he eaten that one too? Apparently.

A warmth pressed to his hand and he looked down to find the other's hand resting on his own. "We're in a shoujo manga.", he blurted out with a drunken grin. 'How romantic.', he thought. Now we look into each other's eyes and instantly fall in love. Kento tilted his head to gaze at the other, only to see not sparkling shoujo eyes but a remote swishing to and fro in front of his face. Instantly, he felt dizzy.

He reached for the remote, missed, and then grabbed the other's wrist with both hands. His narrowed in victory at his catch, but, ah, now what? After a split second of hesitation, he opened his mouth and took the remote with his teeth. Obviously, since his hands were occupied. What else was he supposed to do? But now there was a new challenge to overcome. He had to hold this guy's arm steady, hold the remote and also turn on the TV. He was running out of appendages.

Frozen in indecision, he stared at the other who was, upon closer inspection, definitely not Yeonjun. Or maybe that was just his mind playing tricks on him. Somehow, this looked like the person he'd mistakenly tried to suffocate the other day. Kento's eyes shimmered with expression as he gazed at the other. 'Help', they said, 'I don't have enough hands.' Although perhaps that second part was harder to interpret.

Either way, he had forgotten that he didn't actually need to be holding onto the guy's arm.

@ᵇ yamazaki kento. at the accusatory aim directed towards him, both hands raised defensively. normally, most people would be a tad miffed about this interaction, not jaeyoung. he was far too amused, not even being called an 'idiot' phased him. in fact, he'd agree to the title, on frequent occasions.

head ducked, the raven's hands were diving inside the paper bag(eco-friendly and all that jazz), seemed counterproductive when he took out the thick plastic, takeaway container. jaeyoung is cracking up at the comment about his exposed s, but just listens while his companion chatters away, askinf numerous questions simultaneously.

"nah. i just woke up from a nap." he informed dryly, watching kento walk towards the common living room while he puts the used glass to the sink, closed the clumsily opened loaf of bread and snapped it close with a food clipper before returning it to its spot inside the cupboard.

"good god."

jaeyoung muttered, abandoning the instant rice on top of the microwave and jogged to the living room when he heard the commotion.

"you're a handful when drunk, huh?"

he picks up kento from the floor with a low grunt and places him back on the couch, the second toast found its way back in his own mouth, the entire thing disappeared in a couple of bites because he was pretty starved. his right hand rested upon yours, nursing the bruise.

"does it hurt a lot? let me get an ointment. and the remote is here, you boozer."

the remote may have been slightly hidden under the plush cushion, but a sober pair of eyes could easily spot it. he presents the device, wagging it infront of kento's face.

@ᵇ kim jaeyoung. [disclaimer: nothing kento is saying related to yeonjun (or hyunjin) can be taken as a fact. he is drunk off his and his brain isn't working.]

Kento guzzled down the glass of water like a dying man, and promptly refilled it once it was empty. Behind him was a sound, a voice talking about pillows. Kento turned around and raised the hand holding the glass, pointing at the blurry figure reproachfully. "I'm looking for bread not pillows idiot- " Kento his lips as he searched for the name of the blurry person. Hmm... Hyunjin was about his own height. Yeonjun was a little taller. Was this Yeonjun? It looked like he had grown a bit, but who could tell. "Please, you don't need any more fans. With those s poking out all the time, you've got a whole army. I've seen the comments." Setting down the once again empty glass, he started rummaging through the cupboards. "Where did you hide it? Don't tell me you've eaten it--- AHA!" With a victorious grin and a slight stagger, he ripped open the plastic wrapping and unceremoniously stuffed a slice of untoasted toast in his mouth. Part of the toast still clamped between his lips, he faced Yeonjun again. "Why are you again? Taking selfies?", he joked in very unclear, mumbled speech which was followed by a drunken laugh. Without missing a beat, he grabbed another two slices of toast and walked into the living room, where he dropped down onto the couch and sprawled out onto it. "Wanna watch some TV? I'm turning it on! -Dammit where's the remote.. Ow!" Two limp slabs of toast fall to the floor, as Kento smacks his shin against a hard corner and lets himself crumble to the floor, cradling his fresh bruise. "Ow ow ow-" After some unmanly whining, he sniffs and, still lying on the ground, eats one of the slabs of toast. The bread would start working soon enough.

after shutting and locking the door to my room I shred off my clothing piece by piece to help cool my body down from the small fever that began to build up as is a usual symptom for the beginning of my rut. after the article of clothing is tossed carelessly to the floor I fall face first into the cool sheets and lets out a small groan into the pillow, the room slowly being taken up with the scent of mint and citrus orange.

@ᵇ yamazaki kento. fundamentally, jaeyoung had the soul of a sloth residing with his body. even now, he'd just roused from a long slumber, 'a nap', as he liked to name it. the beta abandoned his slovenly, albeit cosy bed and begrudgingly trudged towards the entrance— dowdy hair, shirtless with black tartan plaid pajama pants. his soft indoor slippers cushioned the heavy footfalls, resembling a drunkard.

his stomach roared, demanding to be fed like a spoilt youngling, its tantrums impossible to ignore much longer and so his only solution: food delivery.

jaeyoung had been watching the food updates, like a hawk ready to pounce and he would when he opened the door....for food? huh??

"you're welcome?"

he answered, despite the confusion of meeting an unexpected visitor. jaeyoung stood up, frozen, fingers running through his ungroomed dark mane. now, he had been far too busy to personally sit down and conversate at length with his apartment-mates, but— he does recognise every single one of them. and this man wasn't one of them. perhaps a guest?

he was still doutbful, judging from the drunken gait. jaeyoung would soon follow after, grabbing the food placed beside the door. casually, closing the door and corrected the male's shoes, one which had fallen to it's side. upon reaching the communal kitchen, food is deposited on to the countertop.

faintly amused irises studying his impromptu companion, his answer comes in form of a low reverberating chuckle. now catching a proper look, he'd definitely seen this man, before.

" first, you smother me with a pillow. now, you intrude in my apartment..."

jaeyoung's cadence of voice, raspy and unhurried. there is a deliberate before he continued, humorously.

"are you usually this audacious with everyone or have you become my fan?"

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@ᵇ kim jaeyoung. Kento could walk straight and he looked normal, more serious than usual, but normal. He looked a little cool, actually, long firm strides, lazer focused eyes. He was a man on a mission. He was wearing polished shoes and skinny slacks, with a thin belt and a nice shirt. His hair was swept up, clearly styled although it looked like someone had messed it up.

Now, where was his damn dorm? Room... 11-something. Ah! There we go.

A guy was conveniently opening the door. Kento didn't recognise him, but his vision was extremely blurry so he didn't even expect to recognise them. Instead, he gave their shoulder an appreciative squeeze, said thanks and walked into the place first. With a groan, shoes were discarded and attempted to be put neatly at the door and then he was already walking into the place. Kento sighed happily and smiled as he ran both hands through his hair, pushing it back and out of his face.

What did he need? Right, water. Water was a good move. Maybe some bread too, to lessen the hangover in the morning.

Kento pulled his top off and tossed it onto the couch, and then walked around to find the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. Where was the bread? He couldn't see it in the usual spot. Dammit who was moving stuff around again... "Hey! Where did the bread go??", he called out without turning around and tried to focus on sounds to register the response. He always had a bit of an issue processing sounds when he was wasted, it's like his brain just... ignored them unless he tried really hard to concentrate.

[if you want me to change anything because jae would have stopped or interrupted him, let me know!]