hiding lee jihoon ° jicheol

26. [ just one shot. ]

"ano? 'sa pa?!"

Napatango naman si Jihoon. Seungcheol just opened another bottle of soju. Yes, they're drinking from the bottle. Old-fashioned style.

"Ayaw mo na ba? Sabihin mo lang!" ani ni Seungcheol na lasing na.

They've been drinking for almost two hours. Nagjajamming pa nga sila e. Medyo masaya ang nagdaang oras. Nagkwentuhan lang muna sila ng pauti-uti. Uminom din ng pauti-uti. Hanggang sa makarating sila ngayon— na sini-sinoksinok na din yung isa at yung isa naman e tagay pa ng tagay.

"Ji. ANTAHIM KO NANAMAN! GITARA KA PAAAA!!!" Sigaw ni Seungcheol.

Habang si Jihoon, hawak-hawak ang bote ng soju na inabot sa kaniya ni Seungcheol at nakatungo lang.

Papikit na ang mga mata niya, mamula-mula, napapagalaw na din ang balikat dahil nga sa sinok.

Seungcheol shakes the little man, "OYYY EARTH TO JOHN!" gising nito.

Tahimik lang si Jihoon. Para siyang nawalan na ng malay pero nakastraight parin ang pagkakaupo niya. He also had a tight grip of that soju bottle. Kinda acting weird. Who could blame him? It's his 7th bottle already. Seungcheol had his 8th.

"Lee Jihoon. Oy. Buhay ka pa ba." Seungcheol stopped drinking for a while and sobered up.

"Mm." Jihoon hummed and rubs his eyes and yawns.

Nakita naman to ni Seungcheol at kinuha na ang soju bottle na hawak ni Jihoon. Napapatumba na din kasi si Jihoon, kaya inalis niya na ang bote. Tama na.

Uminom muna si Seungcheol ng malamig na tubig na may ice para medyo hindi mag-take over ang alcohol. After that, he piggy backed Jihoon.

"Gosh, i just met you two days ago and now you gained weight." reklamo ni Seungcheol habang paakyat na sa kwarto.

Jihoon was like paper. His consciousness completely got out of his body. 80% drunk and 20% asleep.

Nakaabot na sila sa kwarto at binalibag na lang ni Seungcheol si Jihoon don. Jihoon was flat out lying on the bed. Seungcheol laid down beside him, both of them facing the ceiling.

". . ."

". . ."

No one spoke a word. They weren't sleeping. . . Just. . . Silence.

"*BURRRRRRP* excuse. . .me." Jihoon suddenly burped out of the blue which took away his hiccups. Napangiti naman si Seungcheol sa biglaang pangyayari. When you think about it, it really is kind of funny.

"Hey." Seungcheol called.

"Mmm." Jihoon hummed. He responds.

"Are you sobered now?" tanong nito.

"Mmm." sagot ni Jihoon.

The lights of Seungcheol's room was off. So Seungcheol couldn't see if Jihoon's eyes were open or nah. It's also hard to tell even if the lights are on.

"Hey Jihoon."

"Mmm."

"Masarap ba?" tanong ni Seungcheol. Seungcheol could feel the left side of the bed near his face sink. That's because Jihoon turned his head to Seungcheol and faced the ceiling again.

"Alin." ani ni Jihoon.

"Yung alak. Ano pa ba." sagot ni Seungcheol.

It became quiet for a while before Jihoon could speak.

"No."

". . ."

"I don't like it. . . But when. . . You feel sad or something. . . It makes. . . You. . . Happy."

Jihoon takes his time as he speaks. Lasing na lasing pero nakakapagsalita pa. Seungcheol heard what he said and smirked.

"You know what. . ."

Seungcheol said and rolls a bit to his side to face Jihoon. He looks a the little man, breathing, both of them smell of alcohol and nearly about to sleep. . . "Me too." he added.

"Seungcheol."

"Hmm?"

"Thank. . .you. . ."

"Dalawang araw pa lang tol. Pero wala yun."

Tuluyan nang nakatulog si Jihoon. Seungcheol moved closer to him. Touched of what this cold-hearted yet desperate person said to him. He was just about to put a pillow under his head when suddenly Jihoon, without knowing, hugged him. His head was laying on Seungcheol's biceps, and his arms were wrapped around his waist.

Di na nakagalaw si Seungcheol.

He just removed Jihoon's arm around his waist but lets his head lean on his arm, Jihoon's pillow.

"Good night."

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