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the following drabble contains swearing and boy kisses. so yeah. 

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Seunghyun's lips curled in disgust as he watched her grind up against some low-life with grabby hands at the bar.

"God, why do I put up with her ?"

"Because she's hot, probably," remarked a guy with bright red hair while he leaned his hip on the table. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at Seunghyun sitting in the booth. "You'd be sorta hot too, if you weren't scowling like a dementor over here in the corner."

Seunghyun narrowed his eyes and tried to ignore the obnoxious punk. 

"Ah! H-help me!"  

Seunghyun's eyes instantly landed on the red haired nuisance who was gasping and dramatically falling to his knees, reaching out over the table with one hand toward Seunghyun. He leaned forward, barely, just to see what the brat's problem was and everything because he was pissed off, not heartless.

"What's wrong?"

"Y-you're...."

"What?"

"You're..."

Frustrated, Seunghyun slid out from his seat and rounded the table. He kneeled down on the floor next to the boy who was still reaching out for him. Seunghyun rolled his eyes and leaned closer. "What the hell is wrong with you?" 

"You're my soul out with your depressing attitude and grumpy face," the giggled, standing up and dusting his pants off like he hadn't just acted like a complete spaz in the middle of a crowded club. 

Even more pissed off, Seunghyun clenched his fists in an attempt to not punch the moron's face in. It took a few minutes of deep breathing exercises, but eventually, he calmed down enough to stand up and return to his seat. 

"Sooooooo, you're kind of lame." 

"Leave me alone," he growled. The idiot laughed and situated himself beside Seunghyun in the booth as if he'd been invited to do so.

"Come on, dude. That was an awesome Harry Potter reference, and I even acted it out and everything, but you're still over here pouting."

Seunghyun gripped his glass of neon green alcohol tightly in his hand. "Not that it's any of your business, but I'm not pouting. I'm brooding. It's different. And even if I was pouting it'd be perfectly acceptable because I'm sitting here watching my fiancee every guy she sees. Again."

He picked up his glass, letting the cool condensation slide against his palm as he took a large swallow. It burned going down.

"That's not true."

Fifty seconds of silence passed in which Seunghyun vehemently hoped that the red haired jerk would leave if he didn't respond. No such luck. The brat scooted closer until his leg was pressed against Seunghyun's under the table. He leaned in uncomfortably close, and Seunghyun noticed for a moment that the stranger had playful violet eyes (must be contacts), smooth skin, and plump lips that he kept pulling between perfect white teeth. 

The view made his pants begin to tighten, so he tried to shift away. Again, no such luck. 

"What's not true, Jiyong?" the stranger--Jiyong, apparently-- asked in what Seunghyun assumed was supposed to be an imitation of his own voice. "Well, I'm glad you asked. It's so nice when you play along." He flashed a smile, and it made Seunghyun's insides twist. "It's not every guy she sees. She's not ing me. Most noticeably, she's not ing you." 

Seunghyun grunted in irritation and went to stand up and leave. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Jiyong stopped him by running a hand up his thigh. It really should have made Seunghyun even more furious, but oddly, it only made him groan and lean back into the seat. His mouth fell open as the hand moved higher. 

Jiyong moved closer until his face was only a breath away from Seunghyun's. Undoubtedly, the guy was beautiful. His light purple eyes were lined with black. His cheeks had a light dusting of glitter over them. Or maybe it was just sweat from the hot club. Suddenly, Seunghyun wanted to know. He wanted to close the distance between them and taste this odd person. 

So he did. 

"Did you just me?!" Jiyong laughed, his eyes literally sparkling. 

Seunghyun stared. Did he just him? Really? Inwardly, he was beating himself with a baseball bat. His tongue still tingled from the red head's skin. His own dark eyes looked anywhere but at the man practically straddling his lap. 

Jiyong captured his head between both hands, forcing him to meet those violet eyes, and slowly lowered his face. He simply breathed for a moment, and the cool air blowing over his lips made Seunghyun see stars. Smirking, Jiyong darted his tongue and a thorough stripe over Seunghyun's top and bottom lip. It burned in a way that instantly had Seunghyun's hands gripping the red haired boy's shirt and crashing their mouths together. 

"Hey, dude--"

"Name's Seunghyun," he murmured into Jiyong's mouth. He felt the boy's lips curve into a smile.

"Okay, Seunghyun," Jiyong panted, out of breath. He pulled back slightly and met Seunghyun's eyes, one hand gripping his dark hair in a way that Seunghyun couldn't seem to get enough of. "I'm glad your fiancee's a ."

Seunghyun groaned at the reminder. "Why?"

"Because I lied earlier." He placed a quick kiss on Seunghyun's nose. "You're actually really damn hot when you're pouting. Or brooding. Whatever."

Seunghyun exhaled through his nose and tried to push Jiyong off of him. "I need to go."

"No, you don't. Stay with me." 

He looked back incredulously at this guy that was practically a stranger.

"Why? What're you even saying right now?"

"It's just..." he trailed off. For the first time, the cocky brat seemed nervous or less sure of himself. Even his cheeks were turning pink. "I've been watching you all night, and it's pretty obvious that you're not happy with her. Someone with a smile like yours should never be allowed to frown. In fact, she should be arrested for making you sad. It's definitely illegal somewhere, and if it's not, then it should be."

Seunghyun quirked and eyebrow as he watched the flamed haired boy squirm under his dark gaze. 

"I... I could make you smile." Jiyong looked nervous still, but there was a determination in his purple eyes that had Seunghyun's heart skipping a beat. 

At that, Seunghyun really did smile with his own ears burning in embarrassment. He smiled so hard that it made his cheeks hurt. He ducked his head bashfully and pulled a pen from his pocket to quickly write on the napkin under his half-full glass. 

Jiyong pouted, his bottom lip sticking out cutely as Seunghyun stood up. He rolled the napkin with his number on it into a ball and tossed it to the interesting boy. He winked. "I need to go make some changes in my life. Call me next week, and I'll be a happier man."

"Next time I kiss you, you better be a single man." The red haired boy laughed and nodded toward the bar. 

Seunghyun rolled his eyes at his fiancee (soon to be ex-fiancee) as she danced topless on the bar. "I will be."