𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅ꫀ 𝖿𝗅ꪮ𝗐ꫀ𝗋 (eng ver)

drunk in love

'Do you still need what you asked for yesterday ?'

➤ delivered at 19:41

'Vernon ? Are you okay ?'

➤ delivered at 20:35

'Dude, pick up the phone, you're freaking me out right now.'

➤ delivered at 20:50

'Coming.'

➤ delivered at 20:54

—

With a step frightened of a lack of response, Minghao walked past his doorstep, blowing an opaque air bearing witness to mid-November. With his hands deep in his pockets, he walked along the grey cobbled pavement at an accelerated pace when he unlocked his phone and still saw no sign of life. His footsteps rubbed the ground like a ghostly passageway that was hard to perceive, his rhythm almost resembling trotting. The coat fluttered in the wind as the boy's face grew more worried and his gait more hurried.

— Vernon, please... 

He breathed again, the cold, heavy air caressing his skin, quivering under his touch. The young Chinese man had no trouble reaching the house of his friend, about whom he had heard nothing, and once he reached the porch, he put his finger on the doorbell, waiting for an answer. Minutes went by and still no answer. He rang the bell once more, but there was no reaction from the other side of the door. Minghao decided to press the handle, opening the door and letting Xu into the little house.

— Vernon ? he asked as he closed the door, letting the warm air from the entrance room and the cool air from outside remain heterogeneous.

The boy called out to his friend a second time, before venturing into the living room to look for him. The room was empty and Vernon did not seem to be here, but Xu heard some noises coming from further away. He headed towards the source of the small murmurs he heard, thinking he would find Chwe in the kitchen. He followed the voice like a siren melody and the young Chinese man's body stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of feet sticking out from the worktop. Caught up in a sudden surge of fear, his legs raced towards the man on the floor.

— Vernon ? he repeated as he knelt beside his friend, noticing his flushed cheeks and the spilt bottle just inches from him. — Are you drunk ? he added, although the answer seemed rather obvious.

Minghao shook the lying boy awake a little more, calling his name without really stopping, a look of concern clearly visible on his face. Chwe barely responded to the calls for many seconds, which made the older boy's nervousness soar.

— Hao ...? he finally said, flickering his eyes for a moment.

— Vernon ! Can you hear me ? Xu continued with a halo anchored in his concern.

The boy on the ground gasped, no longer in his right mind. His friend almost dragged him towards the sofa, leaving and returning almost immediately with a glass of water.

— Drink a little... he said, holding the glass out to Vernon. — Man, what happened to get you so drunk ? he added after the man had taken a sip.

— Nothing. the younger man let out in a breath.

Minghao got up from the coffee table on which he had been sitting and then went to throw the spilt bottles on the kitchen floor, leaving Chwe to come to his senses while he cleaned up the mess caused by the American's drinking. When he returned, he found him lying with one arm out, his eyes half open. Suddenly, his body jerked as his stomach kicked him back.