1 and 0nly (SVT one shots)

Sip n Snip (JeongCheol)❗

Enemies ? Friends idk

Seungcheol already knows its Jeonghan outside his apartment by the way he announces his presence—slamming the doorbell twice then pounding on the door three times. He knows its Jeonghans way of being an obnoxious bastard because whenever they go over to Jihoons place Jeonghan always politely rings the doorbell.

He throws open the door, ready to chew out Jeonghan for being so fucking loud at one in the morning—he nearly fell off his bed when he heard him banging on the door like a madman—but stops short when he actually sees him.

Jeonghan is dressed more nicely than usual, clad in a black turtleneck that clings to his upper body like a second skin, tucked into a pair of high waisted pants. Expensive silver watch, adorning his left wrist. Hes wearing his light brown coat, the one with notched lapels that he usually wears whenever hes going out on a date. From the head down, he looks every bit the picture of collected and sophisticated elegance.

But the cool expression that he so often sees on Jeonghans face is absent, skin red and puffed under his eyelids. The harsh glare of the fluorescent hallway lights reveal the glittering wetness of his eyes. His nose shows signs of irritation, as if hes been frequently rubbing at it.

My boyfriend broke up with me, Jeonghan deadpans, and he enters the apartment, shoving past Seungcheol.

Uh, Seungcheol says because, What the hell?

The other man ignores him, taking off his shoes and leaving them in a neat pile by the door.

Its one in the morning, Seungcheol says after that, because he has no idea what else to say.

Jeonghan has quickly made himself at home, rummaging through Seungcheols kitchen. Is that so, he says. My boyfriend broke up with me thirty minutes ago. His head pops out from behind the half-wall that separates the kitchen from the living room. Where do you keep your alcohol—oh never mind I found it. His head disappears again.

Seungcheol is still standing in the entryway, frozen in confusion and holding the front door wide open. A stray fly wanders in, and he finally snaps out of it. He shuts the door, wincing when it slams. Uh, he says again, watching Jeonghan open and search through all the cupboards in his kitchen. Im sorry to hear that.

Finally locating the cupboard where Seungcheol keeps the glasses, Jeonghan starts pouring himself a drink. The liquid sloshes all the way to the brim, almost overflowing. He let out a laugh, the sound short and biting like ice. Yeah, me too. Me. Fucking. Too. He downs the glass in one go, face scrunching up in displeasure. When he finishes he starts coughing loudly, then valiantly begins pouring himself another.

At this point, Seungcheol knows that Jeonghan must be extremely upset because:

A) He said fuck and Jeonghan rarely, if ever, says fuck in all the years Seungcheol has known him.

B) Hes drinking like a soldier about to have their arm cut off even though Jeonghan rarely, if ever, drinks. (By the time Seungcheol has reached this bullet point in his head, Jeonghan is already on his third glass).

C) He willingly chose to come to Seungcheols place, which Jeonghan would rarely, if ever, do.

And of course, the last, and probably the most important:

D) Jeonghan never, if ever, cries.

By the time Seungcheol reaches the last mental bullet point in his head, Jeonghan has finished his third glass and has begun pouring his fourth. Realizing he should probably step in and actually do something, Seungcheol hurries over to the kitchen.

Hey, hey, maybe we should put the bottle down and go sit on the couch or something, yeah? He tries to grab the bottle away but Jeonghan holds it out of reach, glaring at him.