Blind To You, Bound To You 💕 NutHong 💕

7.Friday night,with a kiss 💋

After the class

Tui suggest to go to the bar again on the Friday. "What a boring life let's go to the bar again "

Nut was broken,so he taught it could heal him and agreed with Tui "Iam in"

Hong followed,then all followed.

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At bar

The bar was louder this time—music pulsing, neon lights painting the air with colors that didn’t belong in reality. Their group had settled into the same corner booth, drinks clinking, laughter spilling louder with every sip.

Tui was the loudest, throwing jokes across the table. “Nut, don’t sulk tonight. You always sit there looking like some tragic hero.”

Nut rolled his eyes. “Better than being a clown like you.” His voice had bite, but no fire.

Everyone laughed, including Hong—though his laughter came with the warm flush of alcohol already burning through him. His head tipped back, his grin wider than usual. “Nut… Nut’s not tragic,” he slurred, poking Nut’s shoulder. “He’s… he’s pretty. Too pretty for this table.”

The teasing started instantly.

“Ohhh, Hong’s drunk and confessing!”

“Careful, Nut, your admirer is showing.”

Nut smirked weakly, but inside, his chest tightened. He told himself it was just the alcohol talking. Still, Hong’s eyes lingered too long, too soft.

As the night wore on, Hong leaned against the booth, his words tangling into a mess of giggles and half-sentences.

Then suddenly, he pushed himself up, swaying dangerously.

“Washroom…” he muttered, stumbling away.

Nut frowned, instantly on his feet. “Idiot’s going to fall face-first.”

He followed, ignoring Tui’s sing-song voice:
“Go get your boyfriend, Nut~”

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Inside the dim washroom, Hong was bent over the sink, splashing water on his flushed face.

Nut grabbed his arm, steadying him.

“Hong, you’re wasted. What were you thinking drinking that much?” Nut scolded, voice sharp with worry.

Hong looked up, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, his lips parted in a crooked grin. “Nut…” He leaned closer, his words soft, childish. “You care about me, right?”

Nut sighed, trying not to let his heart trip. “Of course, idiot. You’d be dead by now if I didn’t.”

Hong giggled, pressing his forehead against Nut’s shoulder. “You’re warm. And… and you smell nice. Why do you smell so nice?”

Nut froze, his body stiffening. “Hong—stop talking nonsense.”

But Hong tilted his head up, eyes heavy but burning with something real beneath the drunken glaze. “If it’s nonsense, why does it feel… true?”

Before Nut could react, Hong’s hand slipped up to his collar, tugging weakly, and he pressed his lips against Nut’s in a clumsy, too-soft kiss.

Nut’s breath hitched. For a moment, he should have pulled back.

He should have told himself it was the alcohol.

But then something broke loose inside him—weeks of bottled-up frustration, heartbreak over Lego, and the quiet pull he’d been feeling toward Hong.

His hand slid to Hong’s jaw, holding him steady, and he kissed back—deep, fierce, desperate.

Hong made a surprised sound against his lips but melted instantly,

his fingers curling weakly at Nut’s shirt.

When they broke apart, Hong’s cheeks were scarlet, his eyes glazed but glowing. “See… I knew you wanted me too.”

Nut’s heart hammered. He stared at him, torn between anger and hunger. “You don’t know what you’re saying, Hong.”

But Hong only laughed softly, leaning his forehead against Nut’s again. “Then kiss me again… make me remember.”

And Nut did—this time even harder.

This time Hong pulled back and muttered "let's go to your place"

Nut froze, but nodded.

Smirking at Hong's innocence.

Hong didn't know he invited the trouble.

TBC