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Kyungsoo bows his head and smiles politely. Everyone around him was congratulating him for sealing the deal with a big time client after weeks of being under pressure. Someone taps his back and pushes a drink into his hands. Kyungsoo looks at the glass curiously before looking up only to meet hazel brown eyes and a warm smile. It was Junmyeon.



"Drink, Kyungsoo. The last time you got wasted was probably when we were still in college." He smiles again and Kyungsoo couldn't help but return it.



"We were young and making poor choices back then. I'm not making another mistake by drinking this."



Junmyeon frowns and nudges his ribs playfully. "Just try."



Kyungsoo stares at him and shrugs. Junmyeon is a close friend ever since college and they helped each other up to the present. He raises the glass up to his lips and tips the glass, the cold liquid was hot against his chest. He finishes the glass in one go and smiles at Junmyeon who looked amused. He claps his hands slowly. "Wow."



Yixing suddenly appears beside Junmyeon. He smiles at Kyungsoo before snaking his arm around Junmyeon's waist. Kyungsoo rolls his eyes and takes Yixing's drink, earning a protest from the taller male. He just smiles coyly before drinking it. It burns his throat but he continues. Kyungsoo shuts his eyes close until someone yanked the glass away from him. He yelps and looks at the person responsible for it.



"You don't drink." Jongin deadpans. He slams the drink on top of the counter, splashing liquid everywhere. Kyungsoo's eyes widen. What was Jongin even doing here?



Junmyeon steps forward, sensing the tension. "I talked him into drinking it."



But Jongin keeps his gaze on Kyungsoo. He clears his throat. "What are you doing here?"



"I'm here to pick you up. We're going home, baby. I'll be waiting in the car." Jongin says. Then, he turns around to walk away. Yixing snickers.



"Your husband is moody as fuck." He laughs. Kyungsoo smiles and bids them goodbye. He follows Jongin outside of the building. His car was parked right across the entrance but Kyungsoo walks straight to his car. Jongin honks two times before driving away and Kyungsoo follows.



They don't ride in the same car unless there are others.



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Jongin slams the door once they arrived at their house. Their house wasn't really that big, just enough for the both of them. Kyungsoo sighs and follows his husband to the living room. Jongin was already sitting at the recliner chair, watching football.



"Are you going to stay for dinner?" Kyungsoo asks. He knew that Jongin wasn't going to answer nor eat dinner with him. But he asks him anyway. Kyungsoo went to the kitchen to heat up some food. He was feeling dizzy from the alcohol.



"You're drunk."



Kyungsoo whirls around to see Jongin leaning against the kitchen counter. This is new, he thinks to himself. Normally, Jongin would lock himself in his study, completely shutting off Kyungsoo from his world. "Yeah."



"How many did you drink?"



"Why?"



Jongin rolls his eyes. "Just tell me, damn it."



"Why do you want to know so badly? I have low tolerance, okay?" Kyungsoo answers as he stumbles to the counter top. He blinks several times in hope to stay awake, when he gets a sudden wave of nausea. He immediately runs towards the sink and breathes heavily, nose cringing when he tastes the bitter liquid that is bile in his throat. Jongin stands beside him.



"I expect you to be okay tomorrow." Jongin tilts his head to look at Kyungsoo in the eye. "We're going to Kris' house for a little party."



Kyungsoo was holding his stomach when he turns to him, face already white as a blank sheet of paper and ears red. "I—I have to attend a meeting."



Jongin's stares were always something that scared Kyungsoo. He feels unease whenever he looks at him. Not that Jongin's presence was scaring him (because it doesn't), but the mere thought of his husband paying attention to what he does and says terrifies him. They've been minding their own business for a year now and it was odd that Jongin tries to be the husband that he's supposed to be now instead of doing it months ago. It was odd-and anything odd about Jongin's behavior terrifies him. Jongin's stares were hollow, like a black hole sucking him into oblivion. It was much like Kyungsoo's. But Jongin's stares were meant for him only.



"Cancel it." Jongin says sternly.



Kyungsoo chokes on his spit and narrows his eyes at him. "It's important. My father would disagree-"



"I don't fucking care about what he says. You're coming with me tomorrow."



"Why do you want me to go so badly?" Kyungsoo pulls a chair and sat on it, trying his best not to throw up. "You barely want me in this house. Why bother?"



Jongin gave him a cold smile. "You're my husband."



He turns his back at Kyungsoo and walks away. Kyungsoo didn't miss what he said in a hushed voice, almost as if he's saying it more to himself than to Kyungsoo when he disappeared into the hallways.



"Krystal will be there."



Kyungsoo was too busy throwing up on the sink to even worry about the small pain in his chest.

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