𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰; nahyuck

𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫

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As Jaemin stood in front of the coffee machine in his kitchen, he stared at it listlessly. The tendrils of steam flicking upwards from the heated liquid trapped him in a sort of daze as a few thoughts circulated his mind. His hands were gripping the edge of the marble countertop tightly, turning white from the pressure.

Then, suddenly it hit him.

The coffee started bubbling and boiling as a plead to take it away from the heat. Though the blonde ignored it for a moment, pulling the cupboard above his head open and tracing his tongue over his lip as he pulled a bottle of vodka down.

Clear and scentless.

There was plenty there, especially enough for a lightweight to fall drunk on. This was a perfect method of digging answers from a boy who happened to be as clever and witty as himself.

Hm, sorry Hyuck, he thought deviously, unscrewing the cap and leaving the bottle out as he poured two mugs of coffee. The hot drink smelled amazing to Jaemin, like a small and reasonable heaven amidst his hellish life. Once ready, he shamelessly tipped a decent amount of straight alcohol into Donghyuck's mug, the whole contents rising up. I just want to ask you questions.....

"Jaemin?" The brunette who was soon to be victimised called, footsteps thudding closer from the living room to the kitchen. The taller swiftly closed up the liquor bottle and slid it back into the cupboard, not having enough time to close it before Donghyuck walked in. "How's it going?"

He turned to him, smiling softly and waving his question off. "Fine. It's finished now, just grabbing," he pulled some snacks down from beside the clear bottle of vodka, "These." He then proceeded to toss them at the older and chuckled when he caught them easily.

"C'mon," Donghyuck scoffed, "It's twenty one questions time." He then left the room again with a cute sway to his hips that Jaemin found rather alluring. But he hadn't the luxury of flirting or even giving someone a chance. He had a job to do.

He followed the shorter out with the drinks in his hands, constantly reminding himself of which coffee was who's. Once inside the living room again, he spotted his guest laying on the couch with his forearm covering his eyes.

Hyuck looked stressed, if anything. His lips were slightly pouted as he quietly thought to himself, and Jaemin immediately began to wonder what it was he was worrying over.

"You okay?" He found himself enquiring against his better judgement. He wasn't the type to care whether someone was having a mid-life crisis or not, or whether they needed emotional support or a shoulder to lean on. Those things simply didn't matter to him.

Yet there Jaemin was; asking the poor leader what was wrong.

"Nothing," Donghyuck mumbled upon the realisation that the other had entered. "Let's chat."