kisser for hire • iwaoi

thirty-three

"hey, let's go home." makki grabbed oikawa's wrist, urging his friend to stand on his feet. oikawa absentmindedly grabbed his bag, without fixing his stuff. he started walking but was suddenly stopped by makki, as the lad quickly grabbed oikawa's wrist.

"ma-- what?!" he asked makki, as he aggressively slapped makki's hands away. makki's eyes widened, he takes a step back as he lifts both of his hands in the air. "my bad, you haven't fixed your stuff. don't you usually do that?" makki asked, as he gently placed his hands down.

oikawa, on the other hand, felt bad for slapping makki's hands away. he had an apologetic look on his face as he went back on his table, shoving all of his stuff in his bag. after he finished fixing it, he started walking out of the office alongside makki.

"oikawa, will you be fine on your own?" makki asked him, which made the lad to furrowed his eyebrows as he narrowed his eyes on makki. "i mean, issei's going to pick me." oikawa's lips formed into a small 'o' as he nodded his head.

makki plasters a smile on his face as he slings his arm on oikawa's shoulder. "you wanna come with us? drinks are on me." oikawa let out a frustrated groan, and even rolled his eyes at makki, who currently has that mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"give me a break, it's still thursday." oikawa lightly shakes his head as he walked at a faster pace, trying to get away from makki. he was disappointed but definitely not surprised.

of course, makki would be always that friend, who would drag oikawa's ass inside the club. and oikawa is that friend, who would whine, complain, but in the end, he would still let his ass be dragged inside the club.

the three of them entered the club. loud music, cheerings, the smell of various kinds of alcohol, cigarettes, really annoyed oikawa. it was not like it is his first time to enter the club, it is just that, he is not just really used to it. and most probably he will never get used to it.

oikawa clicked his tongue as soon as he spotted a familiar face on the dance floor. he shakes his head as soon as he saw his friend, miya atsumu, wasting a bottle of whiskey, pouring it on the dance floor.

oikawa slightly nudged makki on his side, "hey, does atsumu lives here? i mean, i get this feeling that he's inside this place, everyday. more importantly, why the hell is he wasting a bottle of whiskey?" he asked makki, but the lad just answered oikawa's question, by shaking his head sideways and shrugging his shoulders.

oikawa heaved a deep sigh as he rested his head on the table. he closed both of his eyes tightly, as he silently thanked makki for inviting him to actually come with him and mattsun.

he came, not because drinks were all on makki, well maybe half of the reason why he actually said yes was because of it, but that is not it at all. it's because of that woman and iwaizumi.

he heaved another sigh as he realized that he is not sure where on earth did he place his phone. he is quite sure he shoved it somewhere in his bag, but he is too lazy to actually rummage his bag at the moment. he wanted to message iwaizumi, tell iwaizumi his whereabouts, but as soon as the train of thoughts crossed oikawa's mind, he stopped himself.

he has so many reasons why he does not want to find his phone. the first reason is because he is too damn lazy to actually move a muscle. second, he does not want to open his phone, because he is somehow scared that iwaizumi actually forgot to message him.

it is inevitable and it scares oikawa.

oikawa eyes makki and mattsun, who is really busy typing something on their phones. he rolled his eyes as he popped the can of beer, open. his gaze shifted around the place, somehow anticipating to see a glimpse of iwaizumi. how ridiculous, he thought to himself.