victor tan oneshots

bottle [ ❦ ]

"Rough night?" Tan asks as he shuts the front door behind him, casting a wary look at you as you pad across the room after having let him in. He watches as you traipse back into the kitchen, snagging a large bottle off the countertop and bringing it to your lips.

"Something like that." You say dryly. You tip it back your throat, suppressing a wince at the burn it elicits. By the time you've set it down again, Tan has crossed the room and stands in front of you with a concerned expression.

Before you have time to protest, Tan coaxes the bottle out of your hands and places it on the counter behind you. He takes your hands into his, soothing away the cold droplets left by the bottle as you grow irate.

"Tan, come on. I nee- "

"Liquor is the last thing you need right now." He says flatly. His hands make quick work of warming up your cold ones, and he soothes his thumbs over your knuckles as he speaks. "What you need is a distraction. Am I right?"

It takes you a second to respond, almost entirely out of stubbornness, but you concede with a slow nod. Tan squeezes your hands comfortingly, a smile growing on his face as he steps closer and closes the gap between you. "I can't guarantee I'll be as entertaining as Don Julio, but I can try."

"I know you will." You say, voice just above a whisper as you lean in and rest your forehead against his. "Thank you."

"There's no need to thank me." He says softly. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him. "None at all."