Cigarette Smokes (HIATUS ◇ REWRITING)

A P A T

doyoung sat at the end of the house's grand staircase, a cup on his hand, filled with what looked like an apple juice that he found on the fridge.

his mood had turned sour than it already was when ten decided to drag him outside his dorm room to go to the address kun texted him earlier that day. he didn't know why, though.

he just knew that after the exchange between johnny and the brunette, he quickly finished his smirnoff, and then took another, and another. by his fifth bottle, he already lost ten amidst the party crowd, and the silver and blonde-haired boys went ahead to their separate ways, leaving him, ironically, alone in a party.

and even if doyoung's not a lightweight, his alcohol tolerance wasn't that sky high, too. so to his rational judgment, he went inside jaehyun's house, who he still never met despite being in his house for more than two hours now, went straight to the kitchen, grabbed a circus-designed sippy cup and filled it with a suspicious-looking apple juice he found in the host's fridge that he deemed okay to help him sober up.

he didn't feel sobering up.

he actually felt more drunk than ever, hence he decided to lean on the stairs' balusters, and eventually just sat down the last step.

the music roared through his ears, making it rang as if his head was in between two cymbals being smashed. his heart jumping to the beat of the trap music that boosted from the centralized sound system, and he'd started to see bodies multiply exponentially.

he needed a breather.

he abandoned his apple juice, stood up, and walked, in a zigzag manner, outside.

doyoung heard from the university hallway talks how jung jaehyun held the most incredible parties, and he would agree.

aside from the over-flowing booze and the location of his house at the end of the cul-de-sac that was blocks away from potential police-caller neighbors, they were free to do whatever the hell that got into their intoxicated brains, be it swimming or having sex at the pantry. except for one thing. smoking inside the house.

no one told him, but he connected the dots when he noticed that a crowd had gathered out the frontlawn when they arrived, all of them had either cigarettes or juuls in fingers or lips, no one was smoking inside the house either, except for those junkies they saw, and yuta's statement about them.

doyoung walked down the front porch steps, turned left to the plant box that housed yellow roses, sat down on the edge of it, and pulled out his paraphernalia; a pack of strawberry cigarettes and a matchbox-designed lighter.

he lit one.

the smoking crowd earlier had thinned, he supposed they're all inside now. and he was left with the sight of red cups and cigarette butts that littered the freshly mowed grass and four people who were making out at the lanai. they were borderline being exhibitionists, so doyoung turned his head at the other side.

and almost screamed murder.

there stood the six-two-feet giant that was clad in a black sempiternal shirt and leather jacket. chuckling huskily at his startled expression.

doyoung could taste mint and beer on his breath.

"i'm sorry to scare you, mr. bunny," the man pulled out his own lighter and cigarette, a mint flavored one.

"how did you get there? nevermind," doyoung's eyes turned to slits, "who told you to call me that?"

"no one, i just found it suitable since you look like one," the man beside him shrugged and puffed smoke.

doyoung rolled his eyes, "don't call me that."

"why, would you rather i call you mr. seo, instead?"

"mr. seo?" doyoung echoed, and took a drag on his stick.

"yeah, my surname. it suits you more than mr. bunny, anyways," the taller male looked down at him and winked.

at that, doyoung almost coughed his lungs out. he harshly tapped his chest with his free hand as he tried to breathe through the sudden clogged in his airways.

the man beside him looked at him with wide eyes and frantically tapped his back, too, as if doing so would remove the smoke from doyoung's lungs.

"oh shit, doyoung are you alright?" he asked, voice muffled by the cancer stick on his mouth.

doyoung's coughing fit had calmed and he turned to glare at the man beside him, "do i look like i'm alright, johnny?"

truthfully, doyoung felt as if he'd finally sobered up. or maybe he really did. the sudden lack of oxygen in his lungs had pulled him back into his senses, and he didn't know if he should be thankful to johnny or just punch the grin that had started to appear on the taller's face, off.

"what are you smiling for?"

"you're blushing," johnny pointed to doyoung's cheeks, that was indeed felt hot and the latter was sure that his face was as red as snow white's lipstick.

"i almost died of suffocation, of course i would turn red, you dimwit," doyoung said seriously. shrugging the bubbly feeling on his stomach that he felt when johnny explained why would he call him mr. seo, and just blamed it on the alcohol in his system. "and please, don't call me names, johnny. i have my own, and it's doyoung."

"everyone's already calling you doyoung. i want to call you mine," johnny cheekily said but grunted when he felt the shorter's fist connect to his biceps.

"i'm not an object to own, mr. seo. and that's the purpose of names," doyoung gently smashed his stick on the cemented plant box, "so everyone would know who they're calling to."