behind closed doors : seoksoo

005 : after party gone wrong

it was tradition for both seokmin and chan to ditch the rest of their friends after any successful mission and go out drinking, most of the time finding themselves at a specific club; which seokmin happened to own, but of course none of the customers knew this- to them, the pair just looked like a duo of drunkards, visiting the club frequently, always leaving after causing some kind of mess.

seokmin sat staring at the stacked glasses towards the back of the bar, with many things floating around in his mind. two things looping frequently; one being jisoo, the other being why was chan drinking so much.

it was clear neither of them barely had the energy to party like they usually would, and those were the only times the two would fall into an alcohol frenzy. but now, chan was ordering drink after drink, consuming each one quicker than the former.

with every drink he scooted closer to seokmin, sending him a smile, however his smile seemed to be reaching out for something more, a look in his eye which seokmin couldn't quite lay a finger upon.

upon receiving his next drink, he began to chug it down immediately. however this time his free hand drifted onto seokmin's thigh, shaking it lightly, trying to get his attention. it seemed to have worked as seokmin's head slowly turned to his left, his brows furrowing instantly after seeing how watery chan's eyes had become over the last few minutes.

he placed his own hand on top of chan's, squeezing it lightly as if to ask what the matter was. but chan only pulled his away to then place it on top of seokmin's; leading the older's hand over to his own thigh.

the exact moment seokmin's hand made contact with chan's thigh, became precisely the moment a wave of exasperation completely flooded over him, a storm brewing in the pit of his stomach as his fingers brushed against another hand, one that didn't belong to himself nor chan.

his eyes now became focused on the hand as it edged closer towards the inner area of chan's thigh, another hand being introduced and playing with the buckle of the younger's belt. disgust bubbled within his whole system as he allowed himself to look upon the man who looked to be in his fifties, a hideous simper spread across his face as he continued to grope chan.

"the fuck do you think you're doing?" seokmin spoke up in an undertone, sending the older man a glare as he swirled the ice around in his drink, all whilst sliding his hand ( that was formerly on chan's thigh )  over chan's shoulder and hovering it over his torso, pulling the younger closer to himself in a defensive manner.

"mind your own business," came the man's groggy response as he shifted his blazer to the side, revealing a beretta 92. he sent seokmin a look as though he were trying to lay out a warning, but the latter didn't feel like taking any of the shit spurting from the man's mouth nor actions.

"you're making my friend feel uncomfortable, so i think you'll find this is my business," he raised a brow whilst standing up from his stool, motioning for chan to sit there as he then sat himself down where chan formerly was, next to the man. he side eyed the older as he took a sip of his whiskey, "don't touch him again with those filthy hands of yours."

"don't tell me what to do kid," the man rolled his eyes, patting seokmin on the shoulder rather sternly before padding his way along to the seat to the other side of chan.

seokmin let out a light scoff whilst shaking his head slowly, soon growing overly annoyed as he pushed the tip of his tongue up against his canine tooth. he sent the bartender a glance before chuckling to himself, smacking his palms against the surface in front of him and using the counter-top to push himself and his stool backwards, the screeching sound causing many around them to stop and look.