He regretted two things at that moment: not being able to make Sehun happy and drinking till he couldn’t even stand on his two feet. It had been a week since Sehun broke up with him, yet here he was loathing himself for not being the boyfriend Sehun wanted and punishing his body with alcohol. As if alcohol would make things any better. But it was at least distracting him from the heartache a tad bit, which was a good thing considering how he spent this week crying in bed. He thought Sehun and he were doing fine, that they were happy. Never did it cross his mind that Sehun wouldn’t want to be with him anymore. What did I do wrong? Wasn’t I good enough for him? Will Sehun find someone better? Sehun is amazing, of course he will find someone worthy of him. All those questions were making his head ache, adding to the effect of alcohol and he started crying on the bar stool. The alcohol was also burning his insides and he just wanted to die at that moment.

“Hey, babe. Why you crying?” He turned to look at the source of the voice and was met with a horrendous smirk. Great. All he needed was a creepy looking man hitting on him. He turned back to his drink trying to avoid the man but it seemed impossible. Now the man was trying to wrap his arms around his shoulders.

“C-can you… please… stop?” He scooted back.

“Why would I? You’re looking hella fine.” The man’s smirk grew wider and more horrendous if it was even possible.

“I-I’ll call my… boy…friend,” he said between sobs and hiccups. Apparently, talking when drunk was quite hard. Another reason not to drink that much again.

He stood up and left for the toilet, dialing Sehun’s number. Would he be mad at him for calling him? But he really needed him now. Sehun answered after a few seconds.

“Hello?”

“Sehu..hun… I’m sorry for d-disturbing you, but I… ah… really need your help now.”

“You got the wrong number, sir. There is no one called Sehun here.”

“Why are you acting like a s-stranger just because we broke up?!”

“Look, dude, I don’t have time for any drama. I’m not Sehun.”

“Someone is d-disturbing me in the club. I don’t have anyone else. S-sehun please.”

“Not my business.”

“Damn, Sehun. I can’t even stand on my two feet! I’ll end up getting murdered!”

“. Don’t hang up the phone and wait for me there. Where are you?”

“Club Ne… What was it? C-club Neon…”

He got out of the toilet and started to wait for Sehun in a crowded area. He was mad at himself for sounding so desperate, but he was even angrier at Sehun for talking like he didn’t know him. Did he not even want to see him now? He started crying again, forgetting that he was still holding the phone until he heard Sehun talking.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry. Are you okay? I’m in the club now.”

“I-I am fine. I’m sorry, Sehun.”

“I don’t know where you are. Wave your hand or something, okay?”

Kyungsoo started waving his hand and mumbling Sehun’s name in random directions, but he couldn’t see Sehun anywhere. Did he lie to him about coming to club now? He started crying harder this time. Damn it, he was like a pregnant woman now.

“Hey, don’t cry, I’m here,” someone said grabbing his arm. He was expecting to see Sehun, but was met with an entirely different man when he turned around.

“Y-you are not Sehun?”

“Well, yeah, I told you I wasn’t Sehun. You apparently got the wrong number,” said the man shooting him a smile.

“Why did you come then?” Kyungsoo was disappointed. He wanted to see Sehun. Not some random guy.

“You said you didn’t have anyone else and I couldn’t let you all by yourself here.”

Kyungsoo didn’t say anything back and just nodded his head. Was this man a saint? Who would go help some stranger at this hour? He looked like a ert, though. So he probably had ulterior motives. Kyungsoo couldn’t help voicing out his thoughts, braver with alcohol in his system.

“You are a ert, aren’t you?! D-don’t you dare try anything, or else I-I will hurt you!”

The man let out a laugh that made Kyungsoo cringe. Who was he kidding? He couldn’t do anything to protect himself when he was in this state and that man seemed scary.

“I am not, but even if I were a ert, I wouldn’t go for a thirteen year old.” There was amusement in the man’s voice.

Did he seriously look like a thirteen year old? He was twenty one years old for God’s sake. Sehun said he looked like a kid, too. Then he must’ve really looked like a kid. He understood Sehun now. Who would want a kid like him? He was about to cry, but didn’t want to do that in front of that man and left the club trying not to collapse to the ground. It was getting harder to walk now with his worsening vision and blank mind. He couldn’t even remember how he was going to his house. He turned in random directions trying to find a cab or something, but the streets were entirely empty. Then he saw that guy from the club.

“You want me to take you home?” offered the man with a sincere smile.

“I don’t remember my address…”

“Friends? Parents? Someone we can call?”

“I only had Sehun and we broke up.”

“Oh.”

An awkward silence engulfed them and they stood there for a while without knowing what to do. Kyungsoo was starting to feel lightheaded and he held onto the man’s arm not to fall. He wrapped his arm around Kyungsoo’s waist, steadying him.

“I’m Jongin, by the way. Thought you’d want to call me something other than Sehun,” he smiled at Kyungsoo.

“Oh, sorry about that. And a-also sorry about thinking you were a ert.”

“It’s alright. I was expecting to meet a fine man while coming here,” smirked Jongin, only to be hit by Kyungsoo in return. “Hey! It is not nice to hit your savior!”

“Serves you right, ert.” He turned his back to leave but lost his balance and fell in Jongin’s arms.

“I’m taking you to my home, no erted thoughts.”

Kyungsoo could only nod as he felt sleepiness taking over his body. He could only hope for his safety.



When they arrived at Jongin’s house, Kyungsoo was a giggling mess and even though Jongin found it scary, he couldn’t help chuckling at the boy. He was clinging onto Jongin as if his life depended on it and talking about that Sehun boy. Apparently Sehun left Kyungsoo because Kyungsoo was whiny and looked like a child. He couldn’t believe how Sehun could be such an idiot, though. Hell, he would kill to have Kyungsoo in his life, and maybe in his bed, too. He had a child-like and innocent aura, but he was also damn hot. He was thinking about the things he would do to Kyungsoo if he was his boyfriend when Kyungsoo took his hand.

“Do you think I’m a whiny little ?” he asked laughing but it also sounded like he was crying. Jongin couldn’t be sure.

“Nope. Don’t worry about that, okay? You’re nice,” he ruffled Kyungsoo’s hair and made his way to the kitchen.

He’d been drunk before, but he never took care of a drunken person. What was he supposed to do? He settled for water considering Kyungsoo must be dehydrated now and brought him water. He couldn’t take his eyes off Kyungsoo as he drank water. His lips looked tempting, and Jongin had little control over himself not to lean in and kiss Kyungsoo.

“Jongin… If you were my boyfriend… would you think about me as Sehun did?”

Damn. Kyungsoo’s drunken state wasn’t helping Jongin any. Here he was thinking of doing unacceptable things to a stranger that looked like a teenager. He needed to get himself together, but Kyungsoo’s hand on his thigh made him lose every ounce of control he had over himself.

“Sehun was an idiot. I wouldn’t ever let you get out of bed.” He leaned in to kiss Kyungsoo.

As soon as he felt Kyungsoo’s lips, his insides started burning. He was probably going to be dead tomorrow morning for taking advantage of Kyungsoo but this feeling was worth it. What he didn’t expect was for Kyungsoo to kiss him back, but he seemed to be willing to kiss Jongin.

“Your lips are perfect,” said Kyungsoo between their kisses and his hands started roaming on Jongin’s body.

A moan left Jongin’s lips and he pulled back from the kiss. “We can’t go on when you’re not even yourself.”

“But I want to kiss you,” Kyungsoo whined taking Jongin’s hand.

“You’ll do that when you’re sober, okay? Now let’s get you to the bed.”



Jongin took Kyungsoo to his bedroom and gave him a pair of his pajamas. A part of him was scolding him for not continuing their make-out session, but he couldn’t do this to a man who couldn’t even think properly. He knew Kyungsoo wouldn’t want to see him again, let alone kissing him, when he woke up tomorrow, but Kyungsoo was fragile and he could never do anything to hurt him. He tucked him in bed and left the bedroom, settling for his couch in the living room for the night.



When he woke up, he immediately went to his bedroom but there was no one in the room and his bed was made. Apparently, Kyungsoo left as soon as he woke up. He left the bedroom, head hanging low and knowing that he’d never see Kyungsoo again. Maybe some sweets would make him feel better, so he walked to the kitchen only to be met with a breakfast on table and a note.


Jongin! ^^

I’m sorry for leaving without even telling you but something urgent came up! I made breakfast for you to thank you for taking care of me last night. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I hope to see you again and thank you properly if that’s alright for you, too. My number is 739-38-85.

Also, your lips are really perfect.

Kyungsoo.


He was definitely looking forward to seeing Kyungsoo again now. It was indeed a perfect night.



a/n: i'm sorry for any grammatical mistakes or typos. this turned out worse than i imagined but hopefully i will improve ;-;