Their Connected Worlds

Intoxicated (1)

Eujae narrows his eyes at their other art student friend, who is currently standing on his porch at seven o'clock in the evening and assisting Apollo to stand properly.

A drunk Apollo.

A semiconscious and drunk Apollo.

"I swear I tried to watch over him!" Nick explains, his wide eyes appearing as desperate as his voice sounds, "I didn't even think he was going to end up this smashed because he was not drinking that much at first. But, at some point, while we were talking with our classmates, he just... started chugging down an awful amount of beer, and I couldn't stop him!"

When he received a text from his boyfriend a few hours ago, informing him that they might not be able to meet after school because the male twin would be out with Nick and their other classmates to a KTV bar, Eujae didn't already ask a lot of questions about it. He just replied with a simple, 'Sure. Have fun. Don't get yourself too drunk if you guys ever decide to have a drink, okay? Call me if something comes up. I love you.'

Even without the reminder, Eujae trusted that Poll would not let himself be wasted with alcohol. His boyfriend was never big on booze after all; he would rather feast on desserts than lush up. And the knowledge that Nick was with Poll put Eujae a bit more at ease about the idea of letting him go out with other people.

Yet here he is, with his head drooping, an arm around their friend's shoulder, and legs limping, making him unable to walk straight.

Witnessing Poll's current appearance, Eujae can't decide whether to be miffed or worried. With an exasperated sigh, he steps closer to the two.

The instant he gets a better look at his boyfriend's face, his affection for him prevails. He brushes his fingers against the male twin's hair and softly calls his name.

At his touch, Poll stirs and raises his head. He flutters his drowsy eyes, directing them at his boyfriend for a brief moment, before his face breaks into a goofy grin.

"Ah, it's Eujae!" Prying himself from Nick, Poll wobbles toward his taller boyfriend to embrace him and nuzzle his head against his shoulder. "It's Eujae."

Eujae instinctively wraps his arms around the smaller man's waist to support him. A scowl crosses his face as the strong smell of alcohol assaults his nose. He should have expected this, but he still can't help but feel upset about being barely able to catch a whiff of the usual candy and citrus from his boyfriend.

"Why did you get yourself this drunk, Apollo, just when I told you not to?" he asks, his voice a cross between concern and frustration.

Needless to say, he receives no proper answer from the intoxicated person. The male twin leans his face away only to stare at Eujae with glazed eyes and a wide smile. "You're so handsome, and you smell so nice."

"And you reek of alcohol," Eujae grunts before turning back to Nick. "Are Tem and Auntie Amy aware that he's drunk right now and you brought him here?"

"I haven't told them. I will, later. Look, Eujae, it's not like I wanted to bring him here and trouble you—"

"And it's not like I said that him being here is a bother. I'm more troubled seeing him this drunk than the fact that you brought him to me."

Nick raises his hands like a silent declaration that he's not here to argue. "Yes, of course. Sorry for wording it wrong. So what I was trying to say is that I initially planned on bringing him to their house but..."

Nick falters as Poll starts to tug on the sleeve of his boyfriend's shirt, oblivious to the ongoing conversation between the other two men. "I want kisses. Not Hershey's kisses. I like them too, but I don't know a Hershey, and I like Eujae's kisses a lot more," he says with a giggle. He cranes his neck and puckers his lips, as if urging his boyfriend to give him what he wants.