Gulp. He feels it all in his throat at first. Eventually, the numbing sensation will start to show itself bit by bit.

Gulp. Chanyeol does not really like this taste, though he’ll never admit it. He treated alcohol like a medicine. An essential to sanity.

Gulp. He feels a little bit dizzy and he tries to dilate his pupils to see a bit more clearly. Ironic, because he’s actually begging to not see Krystal somewhere around the place. But pity, because he does not want to see Soojung either when he shuts his eyes.

Gulp. Chanyeol gives in, closing his eyes to take it all in. The heat, the subsiding harshness in his throat…

Gulp. Consciousness slips away with his feelings. Away they go, so that for once, he could effectively pretend not to care.