The days leading up to Baekhyun's planned night of having drinks with Chanyeol loomed closer and closer everyday. And when it was finally here, Baekhyun couldn't remember the last time - excluding his nineteenth year - that he had been more stressed over anything.
He simply refused to get evolved with people and relationships because he was so utterly fucked up, but there was just something about that certain giant who liked to wear ripped jeans one day and expensive suits the next that Baekhyun just couldn't shake. He didn't know if it was a good idea, going out for drinks, but he hadn't wanted to say no. And there was a reason why he had invited Kyungsoo over on this specific day . . .
They were sitting on Baekhyun's modern couch watching TV, a shared bowl of popcorn between them. Kyungsoo had been trying, and mostly failing, to catch it with his mouth when Baekhyun tentatively asked, "Hey, Soo, you remember that pact we made nineteen years ago, about how we'd do anything for each other . . .?" Baekhyun hinted.
Kyungsoo turned to face Baekhyun, a piece of popcorn hinting his cheek after he'd thrown it - one that would have gone into his mouth - to say, "Yeah, I remember. What about it? Did you need me to kill someone again, because you know I'll happily do so. I even drive around with a shovel and garage bags for precisely that reason."
Baekhyun grimaced and retorted, "Soo, that's in poor taste." Kyungsoo just shrugged; Baekhyun sighed. "Okay, what I wanted to ask you was, will you . . . will you come with me tonight when I go drinking with Chanyeol?" Baekhyun hurriedly asked, and after, his body instantly tensing for the blow of furious punches.
But they never came, and curiously, Baekhyun peeked an eye open to see Kyungsoo closely studying him. Then he spoke. "Are you sure that's a good idea, Baek? I know your track history with alcohol, and I don't want that to happen to you again."
Baekhyun nodded understandingly and responded, "Yeah, I know, Kyung, but I'm an adult now. I won't go crazy, and besides, you'll be there too."
Kyungsoo nodded and gave Baekhyun another once over before saying, "Okay, if you believe you can do it, then I'll support you. And of course, I'll come with you."
Smiling happily, Baekhyun wrapped his arms around Kyungsoo's shoulders and hugged him tightly.
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Two hours or so later, at ten o'clock, there was a knock on Baekhyun's front door. Throat constricting in panic, Baekhyun rushed to open the door, taking a moment to compose himself before opening it.
He hated this feeling he was having. He hated the way he was acting. It was all too familiar, like he was reverting back to his old ways.
When he opened the door, Baekhyun was struck by how good Chanyeol looked. He was wearing a baggy purple jacket with an orange lining and a black shirt underneath, and his jeans were dark with rips in the knee.
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