"You alright?"
Was the first thing the voice said, before letting out a small laugh but Jaebum still couldn't manage to catch the situation. He didn't understand if the voice was directed towards him, its sound came slighlty slow and he needed a few more seconds to fully understand the situation.
"an eye for an eye".
He then added and finally the reddish haired guy understood what he meant. He understood because when he turned around, he met a pair of brown orbs who were staring into his soul – the same pair of brown orbs he had seen too many times from afar, with that cute little spot under one of them. If a month before Jaebum was the one who had almost scared him to death, now the favor was returned. Jaebum, however, couldn't focus too much and didn't even answer his question that was already placed in oblivion. What he didn't expect though, was to see those lips open up in a laughter because he always looked so gloomy when looking at him, so serious. Lucky as always, when he finally could speak to him he was drunk as . What the hell, seriously. He wasn't into his right mind, what kind of impression was he giving to him? He passed the sleeve of the shirt on his lips to clean himself and took a big breath, he was feeling a little better now.
"God, that's disgusting.
Come with me for a sec".

How could he refuse? Apart from the fact that he didn't have any strenght left, he didn't want to miss this opportunity, no excuses accepted, no interruptions needed. But.. what would they talk about? The music was too loud and if the head was throbbing already, now it was literally going to burst. He was happy to get away from that big mess for a moment, from that flock of sheeps to which, in the end, he didn't even belong.
"It's not even midnight and you're already gone. Lame".
The more they moved away from the crowd, the clearer the dark-haired boy's voice sounded. Clear for the ears but still quite confusing for the mind that had to elaborate slowly word by word before actually understanding their meaning. Yeah, it was kind of lame. How did he even get drunk? Already didn't remember it. He had never been that good with alcohol but this was a record (of which he shouldn't be proud of).
In silence, they reached the parking lot and Jaebum noticed car keys in the hands of the other guy, impossible for him to establish the brand.
"You're driving?"
"Why do you think I'm sober, genius".
And because of his unstable and slow pace, they arrived at the car after too many minutes – although the parking lot was only a few blocks away from the park. His neighbor didn't really get close to him, maybe because he had thrown up and Jaebum himself hated vomit. Like, it was the thing he hated the most and now he felt like but what could he do? He couldn't even elaborate a two-word sentence, how could he ask him anything else? A clear-minded Jaebum would have wanted to go home, in a situation like that one. But he was drunk. That kind of drunk where you don't care about anything and you just want to live the moment and have fun. But unlucky him, his lips were too kneaded to pick up any type of converstation with anyone.

When they got to the car, they weren't alone. There were other three guys: Bambam who was sprawled on the bonnet as if he was on a couch, a joint between his flashy lips, and Jackson and Mark who were resting their backs on the car door, a couple of beers in their hands.
"Youngjae, want some?"
Asked the latter with a strange accent he didn't recognize. What? What was his name again?
"Just give me a hand with this one".
Was the answer, as he opened the car doors to let an unstable Jaebum in. Glad to find his friends there, waiting for him, he helped his neighbour sit on the back seats and allowed him to stay comfortable and rest his head for a while (at least he could recover a little and not waste the whole last of the year's night). No misunderstanding here: Youngjae helped him out of solidarity because he had obviously recognized him too and didn't want to see him in that state, especially if they had to live close for a long time. There was nothing wrong with getting to know each other a little, right? He had to admit he had been a douche for a while with him. Not greeting him on the stairs nor balcony, when they crossed roads. Not talking to him, not even smiling at all. But he had his reasons for that. He knew – or at least, he hoped – Jaebum was a nice guy. Just.. he wasn't really comfortable around someone who had listened to his fights and what else with his father. Not many people knew about it. And he had to admit, it was Jaebum's voice tha