Youngjae pins the autumn coloured wreath on the door before hurrying back inside to escape the evening chill. Outside, just after the welcome mat sat a batch of neatly carved pumpkins on his parent’s porch, their triangular eyes and toothy smiles glowing orange from the candles lit from where there was once sweet flesh and webs of pumpkin seeds. Youngjae had spent his whole evening after college carving the pumpkins with his little brother, Junhong, who did nothing except watch as his elder brother used a sharp blade to cut out different shapes with perfect precision, on the floor with the pumpkins steadied between his thighs as he concentrated on creating little spooky faces with toothy smiles and inverted eyebrows. Around the circumference of living room, he had also put up orange LED lights and cut-outs of bats using black coloured card including a banner that said “Happy Halloween” just above the dining table. It carried three bowls of three different types of candy- rock, taffy and bubble-gum balls.

Once the decorations were complete and the little hand on the clock struck 7pm, Youngjae went over to Junhong who was sat on the couch next to his new toy Mama had brought on her way home from work. A black cat Youngjae called Moggy, appropriate to the festive theme of Halloween, with green eyes that had a dark slits down the middle and two pointed ears. Junhong particularly liked tugging on its faux-furred tail using it as a type of leash to repeatedly drag the cat for walkies back and forth between the kitchen and the sitting area.

Despite his sagging eye bags and aching limbs, Youngjae promised to take Junhong trick or treating this evening dressed up as Harley Quinn and the Joker. He crouches beside his little brother and moves some of his hair away from his eyes. “You ready to go trick or treating?” Youngjae asks with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. The 2 year old nods excitedly, the end of Moggy’s tail now inside his mouth and covered in drool. “Let’s go then, Hongie.” He plucks the toddler off the couch and heads upstairs to get them both dressed, fixing a black and red Harley Quinn outfit (with a belled hat on his little brother’s head that jingled whenever he moved) and a pair of matching red and black booties. As for himself, he put on a green and purple suit with suspenders to imitate the joker, also adding a bit of makeup for the overall ‘Joker’ effect. He powders his face white, gels his hair back after spraying it green, and smudges his eyeliner beneath his lash line before humorously pouting at Hongie in his bold red lipstick that extended beyond the corners of his lips and into the signature smile of his Halloween character. Hongie bursts out into laughter at the sight, clapping his meaty hands together to applaud the finished look, admiring the silly makeup on the 19-year-old’s face and how identical it looked to the real thing.

Youngjae grabs two plastic pumpkin baskets and his brother before leaving the house, feeling absolutely ridiculous. But he was okay with it, because he was doing this for Hongie, who meant the world and everything in it to him. Youngjae and Hongie knock on multiple doors that evening, weaving in and out of front gardens and porches, hopping on and off verandas that lit up at their presence. Along the street, carved pumpkins and spooky decorations such as skeletons and spider webs sat along picket fences and freshly trimmed lawns. Little children wearing costumes- bedsheets with holes cut out for eyes, vampire fangs, false blood and skeleton onesies- were all littered along the street, getting candy from wherever they could.

Down the road, Youngjae could hear the sound of loud music playing and there were teenagers in creative disguises, around his age, loitering around nearby. Some drunk, some making out behind cars and some heading towards the direction of the music. Youngjae assumed someone was throwing a Halloween bash of some sort. The bells on Hongie’s hat jingle when he looks up at him in confusion. He wants to go find out where the music is coming from, but Youngjae is reluctant. The last thing he wanted was to have his little brother anywhere near drunk, rowdy teens at a party. He also didn’t want him getting nightmares because indeed- some outfits were incredibly believable, and scary. Junhong almost burst into tears when a girl with a ‘ripped’ face walked by, her makeup grossly persuasive. Youngjae wanted to scold her for making direct eye-contact with his 2-year-old baby brother.

“That’s the consequence for wanting to partake in satanic rituals,” he mutters, mostly to himself. Junhong’s understanding of Halloween didn’t go as far as ghosts and candy. His small brain would never understand the true meaning behind the festival, not that it would stop him from collecting free candy from strangers’ doorsteps and dressing up in a silly costume anyway.

Junhong gurgles something in his own baby slash toddler language and squeals when he notices fireworks being set off in the back garden of the house throwing the party. “Boof!” He cries, trying to imitate the sound the fireworks made when they went off. Youngjae looks down at their filled candy baskets and sighs. “Let’s head back now Hongie, I think we gathered enough sweets for today.”

Junhong continues to point and bounce up and down. “Boof! Boof!” He waddles towards the direction of the fireworks and Youngjae has to pull him back by the arm to make sure he doesn’t get lost within a crowd of children distributing candy between themselves.

“We are not going anywhere near that house, Bub.”

He lifts the child up and carries him in his arm, sighing once more when he begins to cry. “Come on Hongie, they’re just fireworks.” He smothers the child with kisses but it’s no use, his small wails grow louder. “Alright, alright.” Youngjae puts him back down and takes his hand, heading in the direction towards the house. The crying, to his relief, stopped, but he’s still a little sceptical. His plan was to let Junhong watch from a distance for as long as 5 minutes, and then turn back. If he cries, he will bribe him with the fact that bonfire night is in 5 days, and he will set off as many fireworks as Junhong likes in their own back yard. That sounded reasonable, he thought.

Just as they approached the house, standing a few metres from the front lawn, people started coming out of the house waving sparklers. Fireworks mainly the colour of gold, orange, purple and green went off, whistling into the sky before crackling into pretty bursts of colour. Junhong made little noises of awe as he watched the people laugh and play with their sparklers, swaying to the music being blasted from the house and simply enjoying life, fireworks booming in the background.

Youngjae gets a few girls’ attention for his attire and for the fact that he was holding his baby brother’s hand, making him blush a little. “He’s so cute! I love your costume! You’re so clever! You’re such a sweet brother…” they all cooed, smothering Junhong with kisses that left prints on his puffy pink cheeks. Luckily the girls he encountered weren’t dressed in anything particularly spooky. Quite the opposite, actually. Like the girl in the nurse outfit. For a moment he thought this wasn’t so bad, until he saw a girl stumble out of the house (drunk as ever because she was stumbling all over the show), waving a sparkler around her head and nearly catching one of her pigtails on fire. When she gets closer, Youngjae brashly decides it’s time to go home.

“Let’s go Hongie,” he says to his little brother, tugging on his small arm to turn the other way. With reluctance, Junhong allows himself to get pulled away, a few candies falling out of his basket. The girl mumbles something in English but froze when she saw Youngjae. A look of familiarity flickered in her eyes and she breaks into a drunken, lop-sided grin.

“Puddin! Is that you?” She asks sweetly, her feet carrying her towards her counterpart. Youngjae looks over his shoulder to see the drunk girl skip towards him. Except, from this distance, he discovers it wasn’t a girl but a man dressed in a Harley Quinn outfit. No wonder he referred to him as Puddin. Instead of the classic black and red bodysuit and jester hat Junhong wore, this man was wearing the Suicide Squad version of Harley Quinn with the candy pink and blue wig, hot pants, fishnet stockings, and a poorly ripped shirt that said “Daddy’s Little Monster.” Youngjae wanted to gauge his own eyes out.

“Puddin baby, I’ve missed you!” He dramatically cries, throwing his arms around Youngjae’s neck and pelting his powdered face with kisses. Youngjae remains still from pure shock and disgust, his grip on Junhong’s little hand tightening. When Harley finally pulls away, Youngjae blasts him.

“Are you crazy? Can you not see my baby brother standing right next to me?! Do you have no shame? Oh my God…touch me again and I will call the cops on your -”

“Oh J baby, why are you in such a bad mood? Is it something I said?” The man pouts, batting his red and blue shadowed eyes at Youngjae. Little did he know 'Jae' was his real nickname. Youngjae doesn’t know how to respond. This male rendition of Harley Quinn had really lost his marbles in that house party. The man then begins to drunkenly wave his sparkler, spinning around in circles until he was in the middle of the road and flapping his arms around and giggling, seemingly careless that it was freezing cold outside wearing nothing a pair of skimpy hot pants. Youngjae looks on with interest, wiping away the residue of Harley’s saliva and red lipstick off his neck using the end of his sleeve. Just as he were about to walk away, Harley stops mid-spin and rushes over to catch up.

“Don’t leave without me, Pudin.” He says, sounding genuinely sad. Youngjae wonders how much this idiot drank to be this drunk. All he wanted was for him and Junhong to safely return home with their candy and lose this somewhere along the way. He knew this would be a bad idea, but the last thing he expected was to have a random guy dressed in a matching outfit call him Puddin.

“I’m not your Puddin.”

“You’re dressed like my Puddin.” Harley stubbornly counters, attempting to hold Youngjae’s arm to which he swiftly throws off.

“Dude, you’re super drunk right now. You don’t have any idea what you’re....” Youngjae looks at the man and stops in his sentence. He was looking at Youngjae like he was the prettiest thing in the whole world and the male had absolutely no idea it was possible for anyone to ever look at him in this manner. Especially not when he’s wearing ridiculous makeup imitating Batman’s arch-enemy. Youngjae flushes and needs to remind himself to finish his sentence. “...t-talking about.”

He clears his throat and tries to convince this drunken Harley to go back to the party rather than stalk him all the way home. “Didn’t you go with somebody?”

Harley shakes his head. “I’m all on my own, Puddin. Won’t you take me back home?”

Youngjae looks down at Junhong and tries to think of something. If this stranger really went to that house party on his own, then that must mean he doesn’t have a friend to help him get home. With that in mind, Youngjae felt a little guilty. The humanitarian in him didn’t want to leave this drunken idiot alone out on the streets, but neither did he want this man to be anywhere near himself or his little brother. His approach wasn’t the most appropriate, especially since he’d never seen this man before in his life. Sighing for the nth time that night, Youngjae decides to let his guard down. “Alright, fine. I have an idea.” Harley perks up at the sound of Youngjae giving in. “I’ll help you get home. But, only after I’ve dropped off my little brother. Does that sound like a deal?”

“But I want to go to your home, JJ.”

Youngjae fights the urge to twist up his face in disgust. This man should have signed up for the role instead, he thought. Margot Robbie has absolutely nothing on this guy. Choosing to ignore his last comment, Youngjae heads in the direction towards his home anyway, hoisting his little Hongie up once more onto his left hip and striding ahead. Harley follows adamantly behind, making faces at Junhong who clung to Youngjae’s shoulder from jealousy.

“He’s mine!” he mouths, aggressively pointing at himself to emphasise his point. Junhong just giggles, clueless at Harley Quinn#2’s attempt to threaten him.

They arrive shortly, given that they had only gone trick or treating a few blocks down. Youngjae drops his brother and their candy baskets home, listening to the little tinkering noises of Hongie’s hat as he waddled merrily to the kitchen to show their mother his filled basket.

“Youngjae?” called his mother from the kitchen, “Dinner is ready, come inside!”

“I have to do something real quick,” Youngjae says, poking his head in through the front door. “I’ll be right back!” He then slams the door and turns back around to face Harley, who looked at him with the most adoration in the world. Youngjae finds himself severely lost for words. He has no idea how he’s going to deal with this mess of a human. He starts by storming down the porch and flipping out his phone.

“My Puddin is very handsome. I’d love to eat you up…”

Youngjae thinks his face had caught fire, but he masks it with an unbothered exterior. “Let’s go, .”

He drags Harley by the arm and demands his address, typing it into Google maps accordingly. Turns out Harley doesn’t live too far from him, maybe just a half an hour walk or so away. “Are you not cold in that thing?” he asks, gesturing to Harley’s short shorts. He probably should’ve got something warm from inside to cover him up a little, but he didn’t want to have to explain to his mother why there was a drunk man in a ty girl’s outfit on their front doorstep.

“I’m freezing, actually.” Harley says, rubbing his hands together to try and warm them up. “At least the alcohol in my system is doing something to help.”

“Here, have my blazer jacket.” Youngjae offers, beginning to strip the clothing article off his back.

“But then my Puddin will be cold.” Harley worries, trying to avoid Youngjae’s attempts at giving him the jacket.

“Your Puddin will be fine.” Youngjae huffs, wrapping his jacket around the slightly taller male. It was a few sizes bigger than him, but it fit perfectly around Harley, covering his exposed backside. He grins stupidly at Youngjae’s gesture and suddenly throws his arm around his smaller frame, pulling him into a hug.

“I guess this was a really stupid costume idea.” He jokes, looking some-what shy. It seemed as though he was starting to come back to his senses. He then looks over at Youngjae and wears that soft smile again, the one that spoke thousands of silent words that told Youngjae that he was really beautiful. “I meant it when I said you were handsome, Puddin.”

“The name is Youngjae.” The shorter male stresses, shrugging Harley’s arm off his shoulders. He tries to fight the blush that crept up his cheeks from the other man’s compliments, but it was no use. He was burning up like a campfire.

“Daehyun.” Harley suddenly announces, catching Youngjae off-guard.

“Huh?”

“My name is Daehyun.” He says, smiling down at his costume’s associate.

“Oh.” Youngjae averts his attention to the footpath, allowing a strangely comfortable silence to simmer between them.

“So, Youngjae,” Daehyun finally says, tasting the name on his tongue, “do you have a girlfriend?” Upon asking the question, Daehyun skips a little ahead twirling one of his pigtails.

Youngjae is stuck between ignoring Daehyun’s blunt question or responding with a snarky reply. He eventually goes for neither, and decides to tell the truth. He gave up and decided to accept the fact that Daehyun is drunk with not one, but many screws loose.

“No.”

“Shocking.” Daehyun replies, in all seriousness, but he adds a signature giggle.

“I just find it…hard. You know... the whole relationship thing.” He manages to cough out, a little awkwardly.

“What is it in particular that you find hard?”

“Trust.” Youngjae says, like the answer didn’t even need a second thought. “Trusting that the other person won’t disappoint you is the hardest part, because in the end, they always do.”

Daehyun returns a look of discomfort. “You sound like you talk from experience.”

Despite downing several shots of alcohol back at the house party, his cloudy, intoxicated brain managed to cling to Youngjae’s words and ponder them. Meanwhile, Youngjae is suddenly aware that he and Harley are actually beginning to have a civilized conversation. Even though personal relationships was a topic Youngjae wouldn’t normally talk about to a total stranger, it didn’t feel entirely wrong.

Youngjae chuckles. Short clips of his last relationship replay themselves in his head. It was short-lived, but excruciating when it fell apart. Youngjae refused to think about it ever since because it would hurt each time he reminded himself of his ex, the good times they had together, the whispered promises that sounded so sincere, the hours they spent talking on the phone with lingering goodnights in the early hours of the morning. Youngjae in a deep breath, realising he had almost delved too deep onto memory lane, a place he tried to oil and burn for as many months as he could remember.

“You don’t necessarily need experience to know.”

Youngjae doesn’t miss the pesky smile crawling up Daehyun’s features. “A little pessimist, you are.” He says, giggling to lighten the mood. Youngjae feels himself smile too, Harley’s giggle growing on him. Contagious. “You shouldn’t let past experiences distort your perception of love, Youngjae. Think of them as milestones. Practice runs. Trial and error.” Daehyun shrugs. “One day, you’ll find exactly what you’re looking for, but for now…” Daehyun trails off, staring up at the sky full of stars they walked under. He then hiccups and whines about a growing pain in his head. Youngjae observes the man beside him, not too sure about his overall impression of him. He was really…weird…curtesy of the alcohol in his system, but Youngjae didn’t completely oppose of Daehyun’s company. He didn’t know if he would still want to stay in contact after today. He then reminds himself of the wild cries of Puddin and changes his mind.

He’ll probably pass.  

“Want to know why I don’t have a girlfriend, Youngjae?” Daehyun suddenly asks, his face smug.

Youngjae looks up at him, warily. “Uh, sure?”

Daehyun leans in close and whispers, “Because I’m gay.”

A few moments of silence pass before Youngjae is bent in half, unable to control the fits of laughter bubbling out of him.  He knew he shouldn’t have expected anything more from Daehyun. Seeing Youngjae laugh so much, Daehyun joins in, excited that he apparently broke down one of Youngjae’s walls.

“You’re crazy, you know that right?”

Daehyun nods knowingly.

Harley Quinn makes a return and before Youngjae knows it, he is swinging around a street-lamp, singing a song with English lyrics. Youngjae takes it upon himself to hide his face from people passing by who exchanged questioning stares between him and the man with the pink and blue pigtails, probably wondering why he hasn’t got him on a leash. Youngjae wonders the same.

When they arrive at Daehyun’s shared accommodation, Youngjae waits for a solid ten minutes until the drunken man finally gets the right key in the hole, unlocking the door to the warmth of his apartment.

“Would my Puddin like to come in?”

“For God’s sake, I am not your—”

Daehyun doesn’t give Youngjae the chance to finish his sentence, simply dragging him into the apartment without his will and throwing him down onto a couch. To Youngjae’s shock, the apartment is incredibly clean, in fact, a lot tidier than his own house. He looks around in surprise, observing the neat cushions on the couch, the glossy coffee table in the centre of the room and the pretty plant standing by the front door, shoes neatly aligned against the wall not a spec of rubbish anywhere on the carpet. Not even a dust particle. Youngjae is so absorbed in the neatness of Daehyun’s home that he almost misses the elder man offering him a drink.

“No thank you,” he says, instead scanning the space for a washroom. Whilst Daehyun goes to grab himself a water bottle from the kitchen, Youngjae goes to empty his bladder. Again, he is left in awe at the pure sheen of the sink bowl and toilet seat. He realised that even though Daehyun was a mess of a person, his apartment sure as hell did not reflect that.

Once he has freshened up, he walks out to find Daehyun holding up two DVDs, still in his skimpy Harley costume, except his jacket had been discarded elsewhere.

“So, Friday the 13^th or Scary Movie 2? I can’t seem to find Scary Movie 1 and 3 anywhere, so if you wanted to watch those then too bad.” Daehyun rattles on, completely unaware the look of exhaustion on Youngjae’s face.

“Look Daehyun, I have college tomorrow, I can’t—”

“Honestly, I think Scary Movie 2 is the best one out of all three, so I think we’re better off watching this one. Unless you want to watch Friday the 13^th? I was going to suggest we watch Halloween but those movies are so overrated…”

“Daehyun!”

He pauses his rambling and flutters his eyes at Youngjae. “Yes, Puddin?”

“I have college tomorrow.”

Daehyun shrugs. “So do I.”

“I can’t stay here.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m tired, I want to go home. My mother hardly ever lets me stay out late on a school night.”

“Oh.” Daehyun slumps a little. “That’s a shame. Can’t you stay for a little bit longer? Only a little bit, I’ll even make you something to eat.”

Youngjae feels himself soften up at Daehyun’s sweet offering and gives in. Maybe half an hour wouldn’t hurt…

But little did he know that in half an hour, he was going to be out cold. Somewhere during the movie, Youngjae out and Daehyun went to sleep in his own room.

He woke up the next morning still on Daehyun’s couch with a bit of drool hanging out of his mouth and left overs from last night’s oven baked pizza still on the coffee table, stale. Youngjae groggily lifts himself up and looks around, only to find no Daehyun in sight.

He takes in a deep breath and stretches out his limbs, already knowing there was no point in him even attempting to commute to college today. He definitely missed all his morning lectures. Suddenly, the door to Daehyun’s bedroom bursts open and the owner flies out chanting “I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!” before barging into the washroom.

Youngjae scratches his head and tries looking for the time, his head still stuck somewhere between dreamland and earth. He hears the flush and the tap water run for a few minutes before Daehyun bursts back out again.

“Oh my God, there is a man in my apartment.” He says, panting heavily after finding Youngjae staring at him from the couch. Youngjae, although groggy, takes in the sight of a much cleaner Daehyun, dressed in a plain white tee and casual jeans. No silly wig, no blue and red make-up, no fishnet stockings. Just Daehyun. A handsome, bare-faced, and a rather masculine Daehyun. He seemed to have a moral conscience too. Youngjae is stumped.

“Um, this is a little weird.” Daehyun says to himself, trying to think of what to do. He was so worried about being late to college that he didn’t even notice the other person in his house. “I’m sorry but...who are you again?”

“The idiot that made sure your drunk- got home safely from that stupid party last night.”

Daehyun makes a face of acknowledgement. He then studies Youngjae’s attire and realisation hits him like a cold bucket of iced water. “Wait, were you dressed as the Joker? What a crazy coincidence, you remember what I wore, right?”

“I wish I could forget.”

Daehyun chuckles, his face growing red from embarrassment. “Listen, I’m really sorry for how I must have behaved last night. I’m sure it wasn’t any good but...I’m not usually like that...I had a lot to drink and--”

“I had fun.” Youngjae says, interrupting Daehyun’s rambling. 

Daehyun’s eyes widen a little. “Oh. You did?”

“Yeah. You’re a bit insane but...it was fun. I had fun.”

Daehyun breaks into a relieved smile. “Listen, I’m getting late for college but um, there’s food in the fridge and feel free to use my shower. I’m Daehyun by the way and it was nice to meet you uh…”

“Youngjae.”

“Youngjae!” Daehyun speedily inserts, smiling kindly. “By the way, did we…do anything...weird last night?”

“Does swinging around a pole singing ‘you don’t own me’ in a Harley Quinn outfit and screaming ‘Puddin’ every 5 minutes count as weird?”

“Ok. You’ve made your point but...I meant...did we-?”

Youngjae quickly shakes his head. “No, no way!” Youngjae hoped the burning in his cheeks didn’t show up a tell-tale pink tint on his skin.

 

The walk from Daehyun’s house to Youngjae’s house is spent creating scenarios of exactly what might happen as soon as Youngjae walks through his front door. His mom would definitely be on the other side, for starters, and there would be no escape from her scrutinizing stare. His mother was going to kill him for not coming home last night or even telling her where he was. Youngjae ends up running all the way home, afraid that the piling of each minute will equate to a harsher scolding.

“And where were you?” she asks, standing in the doorway. Youngjae tells her about Daehyun and lies about how he knew him from college before helping him to get home last night. He then adds that he lost track of time, and ended up crashing at Daehyun’s apartment. Of course, Mrs Yoo didn’t believe about 95% percent of that story, but to Youngjae’s relief, his mother didn’t blast him in the way he expected her to.

“This will be the only time I’m letting you off Youngjae. Next time, you’ll be in a lot more trouble.” His mother threatens, turning her back to enter the kitchen where Youngjae’s dad and his baby brother sat, strapped to a baby chair with a concoction of bananas and yogurt smeared all over his face.

Youngjae travels to college that morning, feeling a way he has never felt before and for some reason, his thoughts always trailed him back to Daehyun. He had a strangely nice time, even though Daehyun was drunk for most part of it. Now that he was on his way to college, carrying his heavy backpack and trudging along in his old pair of white sneakers, last night seemed a blur. It takes a few few moments for Youngjae to notice his phone buzzing in his pocket, having been too preoccupied by the sad realisation that he might have just abruptly ended something that could’ve, perhaps, flourished. In what way, Youngjae didn’t quite know.

The caller ID automatically makes Youngjae’s eyes roll to the back of his head. It was too early in the morning to be receiving calls from this particular individual, who went (proudly) by the name of Kim Himchan.

“Ya Youngjae! Have you seen my pink curling iron anywhere?!” 

“What- wait why would I have your pink curling iron?” Youngjae sighs, thinking it’s way too early in the morning to be listening to accusations made by his diva best friend. 

“I thought you might know considering you stayed over on the weekend!” 

“No Himchan, I don’t know where your pink curling iron has gone!” 

“But I need it, my hair is flatter than your !” 

Just then, a familiar face appears from the college gates and Youngjae stops in his tracks, Himchan’s voice fading somewhere into the distance. It was Daehyun, and he was surrounded by a bunch of what Youngjae could only assume was his friends. 

“You were so wasted last night!” he overheard one of them say. 

“Yeah, you nearly made out with a girl, that’s how drunk you were!” says one boy, making Daehyun gasp in horror. “Ew, gross!” he exclaims. 

One of his friends seems to notice Youngjae staring and whispers in Daehyun’s ear. Then they meet eyes and Youngjae panics. He could feel his heart rate go up and his palms sweat. He completely forgets that Himchan is still on the phone.  

“Ya Youngjae! Yoo Youngjae! Are you listening to me? That thing cost me 80 bucks and if you lost it you’re going to pay me every single buck back, do you hear me?!” 

“Youngjae? Is that you?”

“Daehyun? Since when did you start going to my college?” Youngjae laughs nervously. 

“Your college?” Daehyun looks behind him as though to check if he were at the right place. “You come here?” 

“Been doing so for a while, yeah…” 

Daehyun grins and walks over, leaving his little groupie behind him. “I come here too, how come I’ve never seen you around before?”

“I’m wondering the same thing.” Youngjae replies. 

“Would you like to take my number...so we could hang out sometime? I guess I owe you one after how I acted last night.” Daehyun sheepishly offers, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Wanna make it up to me right now?” Youngjae smiles, his eyes suggesting. 

“You bet.” Daehyun dives forward pouting his lips and on instinct Youngjae leaps back, staring at the clumsy man in shock. 

“I didn’t mean it like that! I meant we could go right now and get a coffee or something…” Youngjae says, his cheeks glowing red. 

Daehyun’s face shrivels up in embarrassment. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I thought you meant, I mean, I didn’t know-”

“Don’t sweat it, lets just go,” Youngjae sighs, dragging Daehyun away. He had plans to do that, just not yet in front of a bunch of college students. 

 

Turns out the sober Daehyun wasn’t as decent as a drunken Harley Quinn from last night, but Youngjae didn’t seem to mind. 

 

                           

 

 

 

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a/n ; Hey guys! hope this put you in the spooky spirit~ I was supposed to finish this last year but I forgot and ended up taking a really long break :s

I know i'm a little bit too early, but I hope you enjoyed ^^