𝓐𝓝𝓨𝓦𝓐𝓨 +ᶤᵏᵉᵃᵏᵘᵐᵃ

Chapter 9

3rd person

"Where- are you taking- me" the smaller asked between his hiccups as his weary eyes tried to adjust to the bright lights in the hallway of the dormitory. He closed them again, hiding his head in the crook of Vox' neck to shut out the light which was really painful due to his eyes being used to the dimmed light of the stars on the night sky.

"To your room." The older stated and kept walking while carrying the smaller, whispering a little 'Sadly not mine'.

Ike was getting kind of heavy. Don't get him wrong, it was easy to carry the smaller and he also loved carrying him, nevertheless his arms started to hurt because of having to deal with the weight for such a long time, more specifically all the way back to the college.

"I- want to gooo to your roooom" The younger slurred again, meanwhile his arms failing to properly hold onto Vox' nape. Not only was he drunk as hell, but also tired. Existing around so many people was draining for normal humans beings. After all the social battery wasn't infinite, recharging meant getting some alone time. With exceptions to be exact, Vox was fine to keep him company.

Surprised at what Ike just said the taller briefly halted his steps, it was exactly what he had been thinking about before, then he continued to head to the smaller's room. Ike definitely wasn't in the right state of mind.

"Vox" the hobby novelist called out in a strern way, making the older hum, thus signalling him that he was all ears.

"Your room- there" that was the younger managed to say as the pointed at the wooden door which he stood in front of a few days ago to give back Vox his hoodie.

"Yeah- that's my room. But yoouu are going to youuur room." The black haired explained as he stresses the 'you' parts. He wanted to proceed walking but he was interrupted by a certain smaller who was struggling in his arms.

Not being able to hold the other anymore, Vox let the smaller down. The male in front of him still couldn't stand on his own feet, resulting in him leaning against Vox again.

The poor students who had the room close to where they were standing, they had to endure the shouting of two drunk males who just came back to the college from a party.

"Ike-" The older began, he wanted to ask the other what he was trying to do, but once he was interrupted by a soft pair of lips on his own, the taller exactly knew what was going on.

Completely dazzed, the black haired froze for a second, he didn't even return the kiss. One could said his brain gave up on processing what was happening for a brief moment.

Perhaps it was a bit better to be blissfully unaware of the now occurring things than to fully realise how passionately the male in front of him was basically devouring his lips.

Ike was drunk, this wasn't right.

Then he placed both of his hands on each of Ike's shoulder, shoving the other off of him as quickly and carefully as he could. Doing that hurt him more than everything else. Basically he just stopped what he always wanted to experience with the younger, not allowing himself to enjoy that kiss for just one second because of the other's state.