The gig is great. Junhyung holds Sunggyu's hand as they enter the bar. They jump around in the miniscule area that's been taken over as a moshpit until they seem to simultaneously decide they're getting too old and slide away to the bar. Sunggyu throws an arm around Junhyung's shoulders as they walk. In response, Junhyung slips an arm around Sunggyu's waist as they're waiting. Sunggyu lets himself be pulled closer, their hips bumping, Junhyung's fingers find their way just under Sunggyu's shirt, hooking in the waistband of his jeans. The smell of sweat, beer and cigarettes. The good feeling in the crowd. The raw punk music. The friction of Junhyung's jeans brushing his. The feel of having a warm body in his arms. Sunggyu smiles into his glass. (The beer may not be European, but it's doing the its job nicely). 

"You look happy," Junhyung remarks, interrupting himself. Sunggyu has been making Junhyung talk about himself. Despite protesting that his life was much more boring that you'd suspect (and he does seem to spend the majority alone in a room, mixing songs) Junhyung had complied. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," he adds. 

Sunggyu turns to look at the man more fully. His eyes, a little unfocused, slide down to Junhyung's shirt. It's black with a confusing pattern of bold silver diamonds and crosses. Sunggyu's fingers trace the pattern down Junhyung's sleeve. 

"I'm enjoying mythelf because I'm enjoying the company," he slurs. 

Suddenly, Junhyung's chuckling at him. 

"You're drunk."

"Only tipthy!" Sunggyu asserts. He's positive it's true, too. His tolerance is pretty high. Properly drunk would be like that time he was found sleeping in the street with no trousers on, or that time he got a taxi to his history teacher's house at 3am to confess his undying love to her. Now Sunggyu just feels nice. No way he's drunk drunk. Sunggyu thinks he hears a whispered, 'in that case'. The words flutter away when Junhyung's rough fingers Sunggyu's jaw. His lips are on Sunggyu's, gentle but firm. Sunggyu remembers to kiss back this time. 

The make out in the back of the taxi - to the driver's undisguised disgust. Sunggyu's lips and tongue exploring Junhyung's neck and collarbone. His hands teasing the man's abs, his thighs, his hips. Junhyung's hands in Sungyu's brand new hoodie, that rough voice growling nonsense in Sunggyu's ear. It's good. So good. And it would be so easy to go back with Junhyung now. 

Sunggyu presses his palms to Junhyung's chest - not so much to hold the lavender haired man back as to halt himself. 

"Can we drop me off firtht?" he blabbers. 

Junhyung looks up at him. Cloudy, dark eyes with long eyelashes. Eyes that hold promises. Sunggyu would be lying if he said he didn't want Junhyung to tighten his grip on Sunggyu's hip and pull him on to his lap. But he stands his ground, unwilling to take the question back no matter how stupid he feels for having voiced it. He watches as Junhyung's chest rapidly rises and falls, as his vision clears. 

"Yeah?" Junhyung breathes, confusion evident. 

"Yeah," Sunggyu confirms. He pushes himself away and Junhyung lets him slip from his hands. 

"Too soon?" 

That sounds sensible, Sunggyu thinks, mind reeling, Let's go with that.

"Too thoon," he agrees. "I've had fun. I want to do this again," he reassures.  A small, resigned smile plays on Junhyung's lips. Seeing this, Sunggyu lets out a breath before leaning forward to tell the driver to drop him off at a nearby busstation. (His flat is really too far away). When he flops back in his seat, Junhyung reaches for his hand and laces their fingers together. Their joined hands rest on Sunggyu's thigh. 

"I really didn't up somehow?" Junhyung presses, without much worry in his voice. Sunggyu laughs and squeezes his hand.

"You really didn't." 

XXX

Sorry for another short one xD I plan to have the 29th typed and posted this evening. The 29th is pretty long since that's Sunggyu's office Christmas party~