( Male! Reader's P.O.V )
He sat at my bar, the bar that knew he was a broken hearted alcoholic and didn't even need to ask to leave the bottle when he entered the bar. This mess of a man just stared at the bottle, the once full but now more than half gone bottle, as it sweat down onto the birch bar counter top. He sighed loudly as he placed his head on the bar, smelling all the foreign smells that I don't even want to know where they came from. His face flushed and his eyes half lidded.
"(Y/n), you're drunk" I say to my best friend since birth
"H-He was supposed *hic* to come..." He said reaching for the bottle and pouring another glass for him "He *hic* stood me *hic* up" He downed the glass and slammed it back on the bar when it was empty.
"Another guy?"
(Y/n) has a knack for finding guys that he likes, asking them out, and then getting stood up on the day. He gets hyped up all week, maybe even a month, and on the day he never sees the guys. It's actually kind of sad, in a way. He had one good relationship when he was 16, but it was illegal and his lover who was one of our teachers, was locked up for life.
"He, he said *hic* that he liked my hai*hic*r... I bet he only *hic* wanted my booodddddy~" He slammed his forehead on the counter and left it there as he mumbled to himself
"Yomo, can you hold down the fort? I have to take (Y/n) home" I called to my co-owner, Yomo, who has been my friend since high school
"Ya" He said, coming behind the bar, taking the bottle away from (Y/n) and starting to do his duties
"(Y/n) we are heading home now" I took off my apron, grabbed my jacket and walked over to him.
"I just want to *hic* be here..." He began to mope and melt into the bar, as if he didn't want to go.
"Come on, I'll take you home and try to explain to your brother what happened..." I slung one of his arms around my neck as I helped him walk to my car.
After the trouble of getting him into the car I was finally able to drive towards his home.
(Male! Reader's Brother P.O.V)
It's three in the morning... why is there a knock at my door? I got home from work only four and a half hours ago and have to be back at 6 o'clock, I really don't want to be awake right now...
I got out of bed and tossed on a large shirt as I walked towards my door. I rubbed my tired eyes,
"Hai, Hai" I called as a knock came once again. I opened the door, which revealed my brother and Uta, a family friend since I can remember. "Uta?" I raised a brow as I looked at him, his face as stoic as ever. I looked over to my brother who is drooling like an idiot and drunk as a sailor.
"He has had way too much, sorry I didn't keep a good eye on him" Uta said walking in past me "Excuse the intrusion"
"It's fine, at least you brought him home" I followed Uta to (Y/n)'s room, where he was dropping him off "What's got him down this time? We both know he only drinks when he's depressed" I questioned knowing full well the answer
"A guy stood him up, again..." Uta said a little depressed as he set (Y/n) down on his bed "When will he learn that he can't just go looking for a replacement? He should just open his eyes and see what's in front of him..."
It's been obvious since high school, if not middle school, that Uta likes (Y/n), like more than just a friend like. Uta would never tell anyone because he's such a simple and quiet guy that he wouldn't want to 'bother' anyone with the details.
