milk and honey, bachira meguru ✓

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the one or other pink shot still flows down your throat, until you thankfully decline and watch yoichi and meguru as they get drunk.

well, more yoichi than meguru — he still seems pretty lucid to you.

"i'm going to go ask that black haired girl over there to dance with me, she's been staring at me the whole time." yoichi slurs to himself.

giggling, you look at him. "yeah, i'm sure it's because you drooled on your tshirt."

in return you get a small punch from him against your arm and a "shut up y/n, she's totally into me." before he disappears between the crowds.

meguru shakes his head with a grin, stands up as well. "i'm going to get a water, i think it'll do me good to clear my head a bit. want some?"

"would be great." nodding slightly you run a hand through your hair.

he walks at a fast pace to the front of the bar while you pull out your phone and answer a few messages from your family and friends.

the minutes pass and he still hasn't returned, so you turn around on the couch and glance at the bar — meguru is telling some girl something while she is glued with her eyes to meguru's lips.

now you narrow your eyes briefly to slits and then turn around completely to watch the whole thing better.

again and again the blonde girl tries to touch him inconspicuously on the arm or shoulder.

that he always moves away a little bit is not lost on you.

the two are too far away and it's also much too loud to hear anything, but you mean to see meguru's lips form a "i have to go." as the girl holds him by the hips, pressing him closer.

biting your lower lip you shake your head slightly.

what a disgusting bitch.

a bit irritated by this behavior, you make your way through the people, squeeze past sweating bodies and finally come to a stop in front of the two.

your plan may not be the best, but it's the only one your brain cells have just enough for today.

"hey, babe." you smile as if it's the most normal thing in the world as you wrap your arms around meguru's neck, pulling him closer to you.

you see his brow begin to furrow, which is why you look into his eyes meaningfully for a moment before pressing your lips to his. his whole body tenses up in shock, which is why you let a hand slide from his neck to his cheek while his hands slide to your butt as if of their own accord while he finally returns the kiss.

one second longer and this would have become the worst spectacle ever.

slowly, he pushes his tongue between your lips, whereupon you grant him entrance.

when you break away from him a few seconds later, he looks at you breathing heavily and you wish you could say 100% you blame it on the alcohol.

but then again, you don't feel that drunk and the whole thing was probably more of a knee-jerk reaction than anything else.

meguru was uncomfortable and intervened, just probably couldn't say anything mean to her.

"what's the big deal?

"who's your friend, baby?" smiling falsely saccharine in the girl's face you wrap your arms around meguru's body while leaning against him, resting your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat a little faster than normal.

meguru puts his arms around your body as well and rests his chin on your head. "this is kiko, met her earlier."

this kiko girl raises an eyebrow, eyes both of you.

it's already clear that you don't look like the most in love couple, after all, you are not. but to convince her annoying ass, your acting skills will still be enough, won't they?

"you really do have a girlfriend," she's impressed, biting her lower lip. "thought that was a joke. wow.. i guess i'd better be going, ciao meguru." embarrassed and with quick steps she leaves you, which is also the sign for you to get out of his arms.

"you have a girlfriend?"

"just told her. and whatever that was just now, you had perfect timing," a smile creeps onto his lips. "you saved my ass, thank you y/n."

somehow you're reassured by the fact that his girlfriend story was just an excuse to get rid of kiko, just wonder why he wasn't actually interested in her.

she wasn't ugly, seemed quite nice, if you leave out the bad pick-up attempts.

"no problem," you're clearing your throat a moment later. "just saw you were in distress, so don't flatter yourself." you box against his shoulder with a smile.

"wouldn't dare." he strokes his hair.

"alright, i'm going back to the hotel now then. don't forget to collect yoichi, there's no way he'll find his way back to the hotel by himself." you put on a quick smile, whereupon he nods and you leave the club with his gaze on the back of your neck.

arriving in the hotel room a bit later, you grab the rosé bottle that still stands on a small table as a present from the day we arrived.

with nimble fingers, you reach for the glass that stands next to it, sitting down on one of the chairs on your small balcony.

the second sip tastes almost better than the first.

sighing, you look at the distance and the palm leaves that flutter back and forth in the wind. almost like meguru's hair this morning when he was meditating.

startled, you flinch as the balcony door is yanked open with a jerk and he stops in the doorway. "dropped yoichi off in his room, that guy is really through for the day," you hear him smirk, but keep your eyes forward, which is why he takes a seat next to you. "you're going to keep drinking? without me?" he jokes, to which you smile slightly as well and shift your gaze to him.

"sorry again about just now. i know she was pushy, but then i guess i was even more pushy," you blow some air out of your cheeks, look ahead again. "must have been a bit much alcohol then."

meguru laughs softly. "don't worry about it, i really appreciate it," nodding slightly you take another sip when he interrupts the comfortable silence again. "tell me something about your love life, y/n"