Ailee shook Daehyun's hand.

Their pretend date was finally over.

After finishing their food and getting ice cream, Ailee was pleased by the results.

"I think you're ready. Good luck, Daehyun-ah."

Daehyun nodded and walked off.

The others were waiting for him.

"Is Ailee done with you?" Zelo inquired.

"Yeah. I'm going to pick up Youngjae now."

When they heard Youngjae's name, Zelo and Himchan paled.

"S-Sure. The door is unlocked. Just go in and get him." 

Grabbing Yongguk's hand, Zelo took off running as fast as he could.

Youngjae was not happy with what he saw. When he got home, he went straight for Himchan's stash of alcohol.

Knowing that information, Himchan also ran off, as if he was being chased by a pack of rabid wolves.

Knowing Youngjae, he might as well be.

Poor Jongup was practically dragged away.

Daehyun scratched his head.

"Weird." He muttered, walking to the elevator.

Once he got up to the penthouse, he knocked on the door cautiously.

"Youngjae, are you decent?"

There wasn't an answer.

Daehyun tried again.

When there wasn't an answer again, Daehyun stepped in and his eyes widened.

"... Youngjae?"

Youngjae was collapsed on the floor, surrounded by several bottles of alcohol.

Daehyun's nose wrinkled as an overwhelming wave of the harsh smell hit him.

"Jae, how much of this did you drink?"

Youngjae looked up with bleary eyes.

"Only a lil' bit~" He slurred, trying to get up.

Youngjae was so drunk, he couldn't stand.

He crashed back on the floor, his head making a hollow thunk.

Daehyun winced.

"Youngjae, why did you drink so much?"

Youngjae's eyes widened.

"Youngjae's not t-talking to yoush, so why do-don't you just off?"

"Why are you referring to yourself in third person?"

Youngjae turned around, so his back was facing Daehyun.

Daehyun put his hand on Youngjae's shoulder.

There was a quick movement, and suddenly Youngjae was on top of Daehyun, straddling his waist.

"It's because I'm not as pretty as her, isn't it?"

Realization hit Daehyun.

"W-wait, Youngjae, you don't get it-"

"Is it because I don't have a flat stomach?"

Youngjae started to his shirt.

Something in Youngjae's eyes changed.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against Daehyun's neck.

"Well, I have something else you might like instead." He purred.