Sexuality--It's Ridiculous (3/?)
Title: Sexuality--It's Ridiculous
Pairing: KyuHae
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I have a facebook friend who lives in Seoul...does that count?
Summary: Kyuhyun's probably the straightest guy you've ever met; he likes booze, his job, and women. But what happens when his best friend Heechul decides he's had enough and propositions host Donghae to do his best to change this fact about Kyuhyun? Will it work? Or will there be more problems deciding Kyuhyun's sexuality?
A/N: YAY! Finally a long chapter for you guys! :D Lately I've been posting everyday but it might start becoming every other day or slightly more scattered since chapters will be longer and I'm going on vacation next weekend for 5 days :P. But until then, enjoy this long chapter and I'll start writing the 4th chapter~:D ENJOY~
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Smooth velvet was the bass booming through the speakers expertly place around the overly-crowded, overly-heated dance club. Kyuhyun was standing behind the bar, cleaning the half-drank from glasses of the either passed out or dancing customers.
Kyuhyun liked what he did. He really did. He was surrounded by alcohol, women, got to stay up all night and sleep all day, and when everyone was gone and it was time to clean up, he could get on stage, use the instruments, and sing. If there was something he liked doing more than bartending, it was singing. He knew he was made for it. The sensations that erupted when he felt the notes passing through his vocal chords and then out past his lips could very well be called arousal.
But Kyuhyun was as vain to think that his singing alone could cause someone to get an erection, he just really liked the way it felt more than sounded to sing. But no matter how much he loved it, he was taught one thing.
Singing gets you no where in life.
Singing doesn’t pay the bills.
Singing doesn’t find you love.
So he believed them, he merely used it as a hobby. That was it. Bartending was his job. And besides, with the tips he got and the women who threw themselves at him, wasn’t he already an idol?
Kyuhyun had also been taught that God made Adam and Eve for a reason, and that homosexuality was a taboo. He clearly remembered his mother once tapping his butt saying, “Now Kyuhyun-ah, remember, this is only used for stuff going out, don’t’ ever put anything in it~!”
Back then, at the young age of 12, he had absolutely no idea what she was talking about and frankly found what she said disturbing and slightly repulsive. What exactly was he not supposed to stick up there?
Then he went to high school. He soon found out.
A voice pulled him out of his reverie.
“Alabama Slammer please.”
Strange. The voices sounded slightly familiar. Not bothering to look up and find out just how familiar it was, Kyuhyun reached for a tall glass and began to prepare the drink, never shrugging off the feeling that whoever ordered the drink had a staring problem.
Halfway through pouring in the orange juice, Kyuhyun asked, “Who’s tab should I put this on?”
“Lee Donghae.”
Kyuhyun dropped the pitcher of orange juice, said pitcher shattering to the floor, juice spilling everywhere and before he knew it, he was slipping and his arm was landing right into the shards of glass.
Donghae watched the scene play out before him like slow-motion, ready to burst into laughter before he saw Kyuhyun slipping, falling to the ground. He heard the crunching sound of breaking glass, Kyuhyun’s gasp of pain and looked on in horror as red mixed with orange.
He jumped over the counter and kneeled in front of Kyuhyun, careful not to rest in the glass.
“Aish, you klutz,” Kyuhyun gave him a hard looking, clearly his way of saying, ‘what the fuck are you talking about, this is all your fault,’”Oh, that looks really bad.”
Kyuhyun was holding up his arm inspecting the damage. It didn’t look like too big of shards were embedded into his arm, but it was littered with smaller ones, looking like the side of the moon or something. Blood was dripping down to finger tips and then onto the floor. Indeed, it hurt way more than it looked like it did.
“First aid kit?” Donghae asked. Kyuhyun gestured to under the bar where the kit was tapped under. Donghae grabbed, and took Kyuhyun’s other arm and gently pulled him up saying, “Follow me, we should probably get you cleaned up.”
Kyuhyun couldn’t figure out why he was following him in the first place. He blamed it on the deliriousness that the pain gave him. Yeah, that was it.
“Sit,” Donghae demanded once they were in the backroom used for employees.
“So fucking bossy.”
Donghae’s smirk was back, “You like it.”
Kyuhyun made a disgusted sound, rolling his eyes. Donghae chuckled.
Donghae opened the case, grabbing the tweezers and taking Kyuhyun’s arm into his lap. Kyuhyun frowned. But he was in pain, he was going to argue about where it looked like Donghae was aiming his hand for.
As Donghae worked on getting the pieces of glass out, Kyuhyun took that moment to ask, “What are you doing here?”
“It’s a public place, I have every right to be here. What? Is there a no gay rule?” Donghae asked jokingly.
Kyuhyun looked away, silently mumbling a ‘there should be,’ and then answering the question, “Yeah, it’s a public place, but I find it a little convenient that after our little…encounter…you happen to come to one of the 100s of bars in Seoul that I work at.”
Donghae laughed, “Maybe it’s fate?”
Kyuhyun scoffed, “Fate? More like you’re fatefully stalking me? Mm, that sounds more plausible.”
“You wish,” was Donghae’s reply, “Why? Would you like me to?”
Kyuhyun just gave him a look.
“Yeah yeah, I understand. Anyways, you’re all done. You should probably take these,” Donghae held up two aspirin in front of Kyuhyun’s face. When did that bandage get there?
Kyuhyun took both gratefully, swallowing them dry.
“Hmmm, you’re pretty good at swallowing things Kyu~”
“Don’t call me that!” Kyuhyun quickly got up and headed out the door, Donghae quickly following him.
“But I like you Kyu-yah~” Donghae was going to have his fun again. Besides, this was all part of his plan. He was going to get revenge.
Kyuhyun put his hands over his ears, still walking, “LA LA LA, I can’t hear you~!”
Donghae stopped and stared, what the-
Did Kyuhyun just attempt to be cute? Did tall, stoic, seriously straight Cho Kyuhyun just be cute? Surely he was seeing things.
Kyuhyun turned around to face Donghae, hands still on ears, revealing his scrunched closed eyes. He peeked one open.
“Are you done now?”
Donghae stared. “Uh…yeah.”
Kyuhyun put his hands down and rearranged his face back into the fierce face Donghae knew and…well just knew.
“Good.” And he turned back around to tend to the customers who had starting piling up in line, wondering where the hell the bartender had gone to.
Donghae came up beside Kyuhyun, watching his obviously expert hands readily prepare the drinks people were rattling off to him. He shifted his attention to his face. He just then noticed that Kyuhyun’s eyes were heavily lined with kohl, accentuating the dark fierceness that lied there. Kyuhyun’s chocolate brown here rested in straight choppy layers across his forehead, barely brushing and too-long-for-a-guy-eyelashes. Kyuhyun looked…sexy.
Donghae swallowed.
That’s not what he was supposed to be thinking right now. Kyuhyun humiliated him in a public bathroom. No one had ever turned down Lee Donghae, even the straightest of men. It just didn’t happen. And to top that off, he left that bathroom with 2 bruises marring his face, both of which were expertly covered with makeup. Oh hell no Lee Donghae would not walk around with his face looking the way it did. So he needed to get revenge. That’s what he was doing this all for. Well, that and the money that Heechul so graciously offered him. It helped pay for the new jacket he was wearing tonight. So he couldn’t be thinking things like, “Kyuhyun is sexy.” Because he hated him. He really did. And besides, Kyuhyun wasn’t gay.
For long anyways.
“Ne Kyuhyun-ah~”
“I’d rather you say Kyuhyun-ssi thank you. But at least it’s better than Kyu or whatever you call me. So go on.”
“Ugh whatever, Kyuhyun-ssi then. Weren’t you supposed to kill me if you saw me again?”
“Yeah well I’m injured. And this is my throwing arm…”
“Tch, yeah right. You just don’t hit very hard.”
“Says that bruise on your face that you’re failing to hide.”
“What?! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” However, he completely contradicted his actions by sticking his face next to closest reflective surface he could find.
“Hey! You liar. I’m not failing at all! It’s totally hidden!”
“I thought you didn’t know what I was talking about?”
“That’s-I-aish, just shut up already and poor me a drink.”
“Bossy as hell. Fine, but I’m charging you double.”
“Wha--?! For what?!”
Kyuhyun raised his bandaged arm to Donghae’s face, pointing at it, “For this. It’s your fault.”
“How is that my fault? You’re the one who dropped it! And I bandaged it for you and everything and I was only a bystander!”
“Well fine. You’re getting charged extra for pain and suffering.”
“What kind of pai-“ then Donghae realized he was referring to their incident in the host club bathroom. He smirked that little smile/smirk thing he seemed so fond of.
It infuriated Kyuhyun.
“Hmmm, I can always cause a little more pain, and a little extra suffering,” Donghae leaned in close to Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun grabbed one of the beer taps and pointed it at Donghae’s face, causing him to go cross-eyed. Kyuhyun almost laughed at the site.
“I will spray you.”
Donghae slapped the hands out of his face, realizing just what he did when he heard Kyuhyun’s sharp intake of breath. He had hit his injured arm.
“Aish, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, you were asking for it! You shouldn’t put things in people’s fa-“ He was cut off as a was sprayed with beer, quickly being drenched head to toe in alcohol.
“Ahahahahahahahahaha!!!” was Kyuhyun’s response to the soaking wet, furious Donghae.
“You. Are. So. Dead.” Donghae gritted out through clenched teeth.
“Oh shit.” And Kyuhyun jumped over the bar and ran into the crowd, Donghae quickly following him.
“Yah! Cho Kyuhyun! Get your ass back here!”
“Na na na na, you can’t catch me~!”
Seriously, what was with him and his sudden moments of adorability???
Donghae and Kyuhyun soon found themselves laughing and out of breath, playing a game of cat and mouse around the club, before Donghae was able to grab the back of Kyuhyun’s shirt in a tight grip and pulling him backwards, wrapping his arms around his waist. He immediately felt Kyuhyun stiffen against his hold.
“Donghae-ssi. What are you doing?” All signs of previous cuteness gone.
Donghae ignored him. Something about this moment. Something about the way Kyuhyun felt in his arms had Donghae breathless. He could feel Kyuhyun struggling to get loose, but the more he moved the tighter the elder’s arms wound around his waist.
Donghae had to figure out what this was. But then he remembered who he was, why he was here, and who he was holding. He couldn’t allow feelings to ruin his plans. He couldn’t let that happen. So when the next heavy R&B song came on, he decided to do some more playing.
He leant down, pressing chaste to the exposed shoulder in front of him, sleeve drooping down from the way it stretched when Donghae had grabbed it. Kyuhyun stopped all movement.
Donghae dragged his lips up Kyuhyun’s shoulder and then neck, barely skimming the surface. One of his hands slipped under the hem of Kyuhyun’s shirt. He reached the spot right below the younger’s ear and licked it a bit before biting down. Hard.
He heard Kyuhyun gasp and when a particular part in the song came up, he grinded his pelvis hard into Kyuhyun’s backside, eliciting a slightly strained moan that he was sure wasn’t supposed to come out.
I’m winning Kyuhyun. Just watch.
And then he felt a sharp pain in his ribs as Kyuhyun dug his elbow into his stomach. The sudden loss of air had him releasing Kyuhyun and from his hunched over position, he saw Kyuhyun storming away, tears evident in his eyes, some spilling over. And then he was lost in the crowd, leaving Donghae was a sudden new and raw emotion.
Guilt.
It wasn’t normal right? He was supposed to hate Kyuhyun and Kyuhyun obviously hated him. So where did this feeling come from? You don’t feel guilty about your enemies.
But the fact that Kyuhyun had actually started to cry from Donghae’s administrations just rubbed him the wrong way and he knew he had to do something it before the night was over.
It took about 15 minutes to find him in the crowd but when he did, he found him at the bar again, except he was on the customer’s side this time, a bottle of vodka halfway gone that he was sure he saw unopened earlier. He hesitantly came standing next to the obviously wasted Kyuhuyn.
“Ah, Donghae-ah! We were just talking about you!” Donghae looked around; Kyuhyun was by himself. He raised an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mm, we think you should stop being so touchy feely! We don’t like it. No no, don’t like it at allll,” he slurred the ending before moving on, “Mm, it confuses us. I’m straight you know?”
“I know.”
“Oh, I’m so tired,” Kyuhyun began to lay his head on the bar, scooting the bottle of liquor to Donghae, “Drink drink, it’s free~”
Donghae stared at it, contemplated it, and threw all caution to the wind and took a whole mouthful of it. Kyuhyun stare and then burst into laughter. Donghae then followed.
“Donghae-ahhhh~”
Donghae, feeling to effects of his stupidity hit him like a semi-truck, only hummed.
“I’m tired, take me home~”
“I don’t know where you live.”
“So get a cab and I’ll them the address, and you carry my home~” Kyuhyun whined.
“Ughhh, you’re so much trouble, you know that? Aish.” But he did as he was told and took his phone out, attempting to dial 14 times before he finally could hit the right buttons, the alcohol fully taking affect. And as the cab arrived and the two carried each other out the building, the only thought going through Donghae’s mind was:
This isn’t going to end well.
Chapter 4
Pairing: KyuHae
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I have a facebook friend who lives in Seoul...does that count?
Summary: Kyuhyun's probably the straightest guy you've ever met; he likes booze, his job, and women. But what happens when his best friend Heechul decides he's had enough and propositions host Donghae to do his best to change this fact about Kyuhyun? Will it work? Or will there be more problems deciding Kyuhyun's sexuality?
A/N: YAY! Finally a long chapter for you guys! :D Lately I've been posting everyday but it might start becoming every other day or slightly more scattered since chapters will be longer and I'm going on vacation next weekend for 5 days :P. But until then, enjoy this long chapter and I'll start writing the 4th chapter~:D ENJOY~
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Smooth velvet was the bass booming through the speakers expertly place around the overly-crowded, overly-heated dance club. Kyuhyun was standing behind the bar, cleaning the half-drank from glasses of the either passed out or dancing customers.
Kyuhyun liked what he did. He really did. He was surrounded by alcohol, women, got to stay up all night and sleep all day, and when everyone was gone and it was time to clean up, he could get on stage, use the instruments, and sing. If there was something he liked doing more than bartending, it was singing. He knew he was made for it. The sensations that erupted when he felt the notes passing through his vocal chords and then out past his lips could very well be called arousal.
But Kyuhyun was as vain to think that his singing alone could cause someone to get an erection, he just really liked the way it felt more than sounded to sing. But no matter how much he loved it, he was taught one thing.
Singing gets you no where in life.
Singing doesn’t pay the bills.
Singing doesn’t find you love.
So he believed them, he merely used it as a hobby. That was it. Bartending was his job. And besides, with the tips he got and the women who threw themselves at him, wasn’t he already an idol?
Kyuhyun had also been taught that God made Adam and Eve for a reason, and that homosexuality was a taboo. He clearly remembered his mother once tapping his butt saying, “Now Kyuhyun-ah, remember, this is only used for stuff going out, don’t’ ever put anything in it~!”
Back then, at the young age of 12, he had absolutely no idea what she was talking about and frankly found what she said disturbing and slightly repulsive. What exactly was he not supposed to stick up there?
Then he went to high school. He soon found out.
A voice pulled him out of his reverie.
“Alabama Slammer please.”
Strange. The voices sounded slightly familiar. Not bothering to look up and find out just how familiar it was, Kyuhyun reached for a tall glass and began to prepare the drink, never shrugging off the feeling that whoever ordered the drink had a staring problem.
Halfway through pouring in the orange juice, Kyuhyun asked, “Who’s tab should I put this on?”
“Lee Donghae.”
Kyuhyun dropped the pitcher of orange juice, said pitcher shattering to the floor, juice spilling everywhere and before he knew it, he was slipping and his arm was landing right into the shards of glass.
Donghae watched the scene play out before him like slow-motion, ready to burst into laughter before he saw Kyuhyun slipping, falling to the ground. He heard the crunching sound of breaking glass, Kyuhyun’s gasp of pain and looked on in horror as red mixed with orange.
He jumped over the counter and kneeled in front of Kyuhyun, careful not to rest in the glass.
“Aish, you klutz,” Kyuhyun gave him a hard looking, clearly his way of saying, ‘what the fuck are you talking about, this is all your fault,’”Oh, that looks really bad.”
Kyuhyun was holding up his arm inspecting the damage. It didn’t look like too big of shards were embedded into his arm, but it was littered with smaller ones, looking like the side of the moon or something. Blood was dripping down to finger tips and then onto the floor. Indeed, it hurt way more than it looked like it did.
“First aid kit?” Donghae asked. Kyuhyun gestured to under the bar where the kit was tapped under. Donghae grabbed, and took Kyuhyun’s other arm and gently pulled him up saying, “Follow me, we should probably get you cleaned up.”
Kyuhyun couldn’t figure out why he was following him in the first place. He blamed it on the deliriousness that the pain gave him. Yeah, that was it.
“Sit,” Donghae demanded once they were in the backroom used for employees.
“So fucking bossy.”
Donghae’s smirk was back, “You like it.”
Kyuhyun made a disgusted sound, rolling his eyes. Donghae chuckled.
Donghae opened the case, grabbing the tweezers and taking Kyuhyun’s arm into his lap. Kyuhyun frowned. But he was in pain, he was going to argue about where it looked like Donghae was aiming his hand for.
As Donghae worked on getting the pieces of glass out, Kyuhyun took that moment to ask, “What are you doing here?”
“It’s a public place, I have every right to be here. What? Is there a no gay rule?” Donghae asked jokingly.
Kyuhyun looked away, silently mumbling a ‘there should be,’ and then answering the question, “Yeah, it’s a public place, but I find it a little convenient that after our little…encounter…you happen to come to one of the 100s of bars in Seoul that I work at.”
Donghae laughed, “Maybe it’s fate?”
Kyuhyun scoffed, “Fate? More like you’re fatefully stalking me? Mm, that sounds more plausible.”
“You wish,” was Donghae’s reply, “Why? Would you like me to?”
Kyuhyun just gave him a look.
“Yeah yeah, I understand. Anyways, you’re all done. You should probably take these,” Donghae held up two aspirin in front of Kyuhyun’s face. When did that bandage get there?
Kyuhyun took both gratefully, swallowing them dry.
“Hmmm, you’re pretty good at swallowing things Kyu~”
“Don’t call me that!” Kyuhyun quickly got up and headed out the door, Donghae quickly following him.
“But I like you Kyu-yah~” Donghae was going to have his fun again. Besides, this was all part of his plan. He was going to get revenge.
Kyuhyun put his hands over his ears, still walking, “LA LA LA, I can’t hear you~!”
Donghae stopped and stared, what the-
Did Kyuhyun just attempt to be cute? Did tall, stoic, seriously straight Cho Kyuhyun just be cute? Surely he was seeing things.
Kyuhyun turned around to face Donghae, hands still on ears, revealing his scrunched closed eyes. He peeked one open.
“Are you done now?”
Donghae stared. “Uh…yeah.”
Kyuhyun put his hands down and rearranged his face back into the fierce face Donghae knew and…well just knew.
“Good.” And he turned back around to tend to the customers who had starting piling up in line, wondering where the hell the bartender had gone to.
Donghae came up beside Kyuhyun, watching his obviously expert hands readily prepare the drinks people were rattling off to him. He shifted his attention to his face. He just then noticed that Kyuhyun’s eyes were heavily lined with kohl, accentuating the dark fierceness that lied there. Kyuhyun’s chocolate brown here rested in straight choppy layers across his forehead, barely brushing and too-long-for-a-guy-eyelashes. Kyuhyun looked…sexy.
Donghae swallowed.
That’s not what he was supposed to be thinking right now. Kyuhyun humiliated him in a public bathroom. No one had ever turned down Lee Donghae, even the straightest of men. It just didn’t happen. And to top that off, he left that bathroom with 2 bruises marring his face, both of which were expertly covered with makeup. Oh hell no Lee Donghae would not walk around with his face looking the way it did. So he needed to get revenge. That’s what he was doing this all for. Well, that and the money that Heechul so graciously offered him. It helped pay for the new jacket he was wearing tonight. So he couldn’t be thinking things like, “Kyuhyun is sexy.” Because he hated him. He really did. And besides, Kyuhyun wasn’t gay.
For long anyways.
“Ne Kyuhyun-ah~”
“I’d rather you say Kyuhyun-ssi thank you. But at least it’s better than Kyu or whatever you call me. So go on.”
“Ugh whatever, Kyuhyun-ssi then. Weren’t you supposed to kill me if you saw me again?”
“Yeah well I’m injured. And this is my throwing arm…”
“Tch, yeah right. You just don’t hit very hard.”
“Says that bruise on your face that you’re failing to hide.”
“What?! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” However, he completely contradicted his actions by sticking his face next to closest reflective surface he could find.
“Hey! You liar. I’m not failing at all! It’s totally hidden!”
“I thought you didn’t know what I was talking about?”
“That’s-I-aish, just shut up already and poor me a drink.”
“Bossy as hell. Fine, but I’m charging you double.”
“Wha--?! For what?!”
Kyuhyun raised his bandaged arm to Donghae’s face, pointing at it, “For this. It’s your fault.”
“How is that my fault? You’re the one who dropped it! And I bandaged it for you and everything and I was only a bystander!”
“Well fine. You’re getting charged extra for pain and suffering.”
“What kind of pai-“ then Donghae realized he was referring to their incident in the host club bathroom. He smirked that little smile/smirk thing he seemed so fond of.
It infuriated Kyuhyun.
“Hmmm, I can always cause a little more pain, and a little extra suffering,” Donghae leaned in close to Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun grabbed one of the beer taps and pointed it at Donghae’s face, causing him to go cross-eyed. Kyuhyun almost laughed at the site.
“I will spray you.”
Donghae slapped the hands out of his face, realizing just what he did when he heard Kyuhyun’s sharp intake of breath. He had hit his injured arm.
“Aish, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, you were asking for it! You shouldn’t put things in people’s fa-“ He was cut off as a was sprayed with beer, quickly being drenched head to toe in alcohol.
“Ahahahahahahahahaha!!!” was Kyuhyun’s response to the soaking wet, furious Donghae.
“You. Are. So. Dead.” Donghae gritted out through clenched teeth.
“Oh shit.” And Kyuhyun jumped over the bar and ran into the crowd, Donghae quickly following him.
“Yah! Cho Kyuhyun! Get your ass back here!”
“Na na na na, you can’t catch me~!”
Seriously, what was with him and his sudden moments of adorability???
Donghae and Kyuhyun soon found themselves laughing and out of breath, playing a game of cat and mouse around the club, before Donghae was able to grab the back of Kyuhyun’s shirt in a tight grip and pulling him backwards, wrapping his arms around his waist. He immediately felt Kyuhyun stiffen against his hold.
“Donghae-ssi. What are you doing?” All signs of previous cuteness gone.
Donghae ignored him. Something about this moment. Something about the way Kyuhyun felt in his arms had Donghae breathless. He could feel Kyuhyun struggling to get loose, but the more he moved the tighter the elder’s arms wound around his waist.
Donghae had to figure out what this was. But then he remembered who he was, why he was here, and who he was holding. He couldn’t allow feelings to ruin his plans. He couldn’t let that happen. So when the next heavy R&B song came on, he decided to do some more playing.
He leant down, pressing chaste to the exposed shoulder in front of him, sleeve drooping down from the way it stretched when Donghae had grabbed it. Kyuhyun stopped all movement.
Donghae dragged his lips up Kyuhyun’s shoulder and then neck, barely skimming the surface. One of his hands slipped under the hem of Kyuhyun’s shirt. He reached the spot right below the younger’s ear and licked it a bit before biting down. Hard.
He heard Kyuhyun gasp and when a particular part in the song came up, he grinded his pelvis hard into Kyuhyun’s backside, eliciting a slightly strained moan that he was sure wasn’t supposed to come out.
I’m winning Kyuhyun. Just watch.
And then he felt a sharp pain in his ribs as Kyuhyun dug his elbow into his stomach. The sudden loss of air had him releasing Kyuhyun and from his hunched over position, he saw Kyuhyun storming away, tears evident in his eyes, some spilling over. And then he was lost in the crowd, leaving Donghae was a sudden new and raw emotion.
Guilt.
It wasn’t normal right? He was supposed to hate Kyuhyun and Kyuhyun obviously hated him. So where did this feeling come from? You don’t feel guilty about your enemies.
But the fact that Kyuhyun had actually started to cry from Donghae’s administrations just rubbed him the wrong way and he knew he had to do something it before the night was over.
It took about 15 minutes to find him in the crowd but when he did, he found him at the bar again, except he was on the customer’s side this time, a bottle of vodka halfway gone that he was sure he saw unopened earlier. He hesitantly came standing next to the obviously wasted Kyuhuyn.
“Ah, Donghae-ah! We were just talking about you!” Donghae looked around; Kyuhyun was by himself. He raised an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mm, we think you should stop being so touchy feely! We don’t like it. No no, don’t like it at allll,” he slurred the ending before moving on, “Mm, it confuses us. I’m straight you know?”
“I know.”
“Oh, I’m so tired,” Kyuhyun began to lay his head on the bar, scooting the bottle of liquor to Donghae, “Drink drink, it’s free~”
Donghae stared at it, contemplated it, and threw all caution to the wind and took a whole mouthful of it. Kyuhyun stare and then burst into laughter. Donghae then followed.
“Donghae-ahhhh~”
Donghae, feeling to effects of his stupidity hit him like a semi-truck, only hummed.
“I’m tired, take me home~”
“I don’t know where you live.”
“So get a cab and I’ll them the address, and you carry my home~” Kyuhyun whined.
“Ughhh, you’re so much trouble, you know that? Aish.” But he did as he was told and took his phone out, attempting to dial 14 times before he finally could hit the right buttons, the alcohol fully taking affect. And as the cab arrived and the two carried each other out the building, the only thought going through Donghae’s mind was:
This isn’t going to end well.
Chapter 4