Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 14

(𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳)

Iwaizumi stopped beside his regular table. He felt his fingers curling into fists at his sides, felt his jaw tighten. He was suddenly uncomfortably hot. Boiling.

He wanted to slap himself. He wanted to punch himself in the nose. Because what in the fuck is this reaction he's having? He shook his head, blinked at his thoughts. This was how it was supposed to be. This was the kind of thing that needed to happen.

And yet.

Iwaizumi stared down at his normal booth. He couldn't sit in it. He couldn't get himself to crave a whiskey.

"Son of a bitch," Iwaizumi cursed at himself under his breath.

He felt out his cell phone in his pocket, ran his thumb along the edge. He could call someone, Daichi, Suga, anyone. But that's not really what he wanted right now. He really just wanted to be alone.

Iwaizumi could sense sets of eyes on him, realized how suspicious it would look for him to turn around and leave. He ordered a whiskey and sat heavily at his table. He sat there for twenty minutes, chain smoking what was probably a disturbing amount. He smoked until he couldn't taste anything in his mouth but the dry mint bitterness, until his fingers were trembling and cold from lack of circulation.

He stood, eyes not even hitting the untouched drink that sat in the middle of his table.

Iwaizumi shoved his hands in the pockets of the coat he never bothered to take off. He shoved through the door and bit back against the cold, just happy to be free of the place. He just wanted to go home. Alone.