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@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!]