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And that was when Jeongin indulged to the situation. They did things like this multiple times.
Good friends are supposed to care for each other and they are also allowed to touch you, right?
That's what Jeongin thought, that's what Hyunji...
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lil timeskip to the evening.
The boys had eaten together and were now all sitting together in the living room talking. Jeongin sat down on the couch between Lee know and Chan, Seungmin sat on an armchair and seemed to fall asleep any moment.
,,Minnie's tired.", Felix said, causing the others to giggle.
Except Jeongin.
,,Cute.", Hyunjin said, in the same tone as he had said to the youngest yesterday.
The black-haired groaned in annoyance, how could you be so shitty, so blunt, so ignorant and-...
UGH!
Changbin had put light music on, mixing drinks on his parents bar. It was a nice, quiet, cozy atmosphere and actually a perfect day out with friends.
Emphasis on actually.
,,Okay, I'm done guys, come here."
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The alcohol was starting to get noticeable as the reasons for laughing became more random, the conversations more open, and the distances between them less and less.
Jeongin noticed that Hyunjin was gone as the others burst into laughter. It was weird, until now he hadn't even realized he was gone. But when he thought about it, he remembered that all the awkward conversations had taken place without the blonde boy.
Was he really gone that long? And where was he at all?
The youngest freed himself from Lee Know, who had an arm around his shoulders, hugging him every now and then when he started laughing.
As the black-haired stood up, he had to take a few seconds to deal with the shaky feeling. He dodged out of the room, past the living room table, past his friends, who were curling up on the floor with laughter. Past the bar, the empty glass bottles and the spilled, already melting ice cubes.
In the hallway he was looking for support on the wall, the woodchip wallpaper left a tingle on his fingertips.
He walked down the dark hallway to the stairs, which were lit only by a ray of light from a streetlight from outside.
A whimper left his lips. Why was he drinking anyway? He had known exactly how shitty he would feel afterwards. And yet he regretted not having drunk more, not having completely numbed his senses and feelings.
Because that was what he wanted.
When -after a few minutes of sheer desperation and several mental breakdowns- he finally reached the end of the stairs and found the door to the garden, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He opened the door, stepped outside and finally took a deep breath of fresh ai-
Jeongin coughed as he inhaled the smoke from a cigarette and couldn't believe his eyes when he realized that nobody certain than Hyunjin was the reason for this horrible reek.
,,What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be inside?", the taller asked calmly, causing the younger to learn onto the wall, shocked. Intoxicated by the alcohol.
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