DEAD END『ULTRMRi』

『 two 』

_its you, 7:26pm_

Seven stood and wiped his cheeks with his hands, sniffing quietly as he stood. "I'm so weak." He looked into his mirror and saw his red face and puffy eyes.

Jumin walked towards Seven's door and knocked. He was silent as he heard the sobs. He quietly opened the door and walked over to Seven, standing across him.

"I have... feelings... for you... Luciel..."

Seven doesn't notice, or tries not to notice Jumin's presence as he walks to his desk and sits down in the chair. "Why am I so weak?"

Jumin felt his chest tighten as he watched him. Tears formed in his eyes before they started escaping. He looked down and struggled to keep the tears in, but failed. Jumin quickly left the room and wandered into the kitchen where he poured a glass of wine and started drinking the bottle instead.

Seven stared blankly at the computer screen, which was switched off. His hand crumpled a little piece of paper he got from his drawer. Scrawled on the surface was words that would tell Jumin everything, but his tears fell onto the paper and soaked it. He balled it up and crashed away from his desk, running out of the room and to the kitchen.

Jumin was sitting at the table, his head down with an empty bottle of wine next to him. His body shook from sobs as he buried his face in his arm. He muttered Luciel over and over again, along with a few other phrases.

Seven's eyes fell on the bottle and he swallowed thickly. He walked closer as to not disturb Jumin.

If he's drunk... he won't remember... right?

Jumin winced and looked up, his eyes red and puffy. His cheeks were wet from the tears and there was a dark spot on his sleeve from his sobs. He looked away briefly then back to Seven. "What..."

Seven slid his hand from Jumin's shoulder to his chin and bent down before Jumin could respond. His lips crashed into Jumin's, and Seven's eyes close as he ran his tongue across the other's closed lips. Finally, he pulled away and backed against the wall, staring at Jumin for any kind of response.

Jumin's cheeks flushed a dark red color as Seven kissed him. He sat there for a moment afterwards, then got up. He walked over to Seven and gently grabbed his hands, pinning them in his own. He leaned in, his breath hot on Seven's lips. Finally he connected their lips, his tongue sliding along the other's lips slowly.

Seven melted into the kiss, trying to catch his breath as Jumin snatched it away, his heart thumping in his chest. He had to take a breath and he gasped, tilting his head up as he tries to catch his breath.

"Hah... J-Jumin..."

Jumin let go of Seven's wrists and buried his face into the crook of the redhead's neck, his breath heavy against Seven's skin. "Luciel..."

He wraps his arms around Jumin's shoulders, eyes drooping. "Jumin..."

"Yes?" He asked, wrapping his arms around Seven's waist as he smiled faintly at the other.

Seven bit his lip. "You're drunk."

"Only a little bit," Jumin countered. He rested his head on Seven's shoulder again.

Seven turned a deep shade of red as he adverts his eyes to the empty wine bottle on the table. "Jumin... you drank a whole bottle..."

He looked at the bottle and shrugged. Jumin smiled at Seven again and softly kissed his nose. "So? What's your point?"

Seven smiled a bit, though his mood was low. He looked at the ground and mumbled, "Because, you're drunk... and I shouldn't be... taking advantage... of you like this..."