The wine bottle was almost empty now. Taehyun had long stopped keeping track of how many sips he took somewhere between bitter grimaces and occasional glances at Seojun, everything blurred out too... His body was warm. His cheeks, flushed. That quiet buzz in his skull had grown into a soft static, numbing everything but the weight in his limbs. He laughed. At what? Nothing, really. Seojun had said something earlier. Or maybe he didn’t. Maybe it was just the alcohol dragging everything into a weird little spiral of half thoughts and half lies. “You good?” Seojun asked, raising a brow but not really expecting an answer. Taehyun waved a hand in the air lazily, eyes squinted. “You dont care anyway.” Taehyun looked at Seojun for a few seconds "And- Stop looking at me like that, will you?"

“Like what?”

“Like... that. You’re annoying,” he mumbled, voice thick and soft.

Seojun smirked, leaning further into the couch, one arm thrown over the back. “That wine’s hitting you hard, huh?” Taehyun ignored him..Or tried to. His head was buzzing, chest heavy, limbs too relaxed for comfort. He leaned back, trying to sit up straighter, but his body refused. He ended up flopping to the side instead his head landing squarely on Seojun’s lap. “...What the fuck,” he muttered. He didn’t move though. “Wow,” Seojun said, looking down at him with that same grin. “Comfortable?”

“Shut up,” Taehyun grumbled, stretching his arms out above him like a cat. “im just tired. Not like I’m enjoyin’ this or whatever.”

“Mhm. Sure.” Taehyun scowled, face scrunched like a drunk kid trying to be intimidating. “Don’t read into it.”

“I’m not reading into anything,” Seojun replied smoothly, brushing his fingers lightly through Taehyun’s hair, slow and absentminded. Taehyun’s breath caught. God. Why was he letting this happen? Why was he letting someone like Seojun touch him like that? He lifted a hand and lazily pressed his fingers over Seojun’s eyes. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, well, shut up anyway.” Seojun laughed,, not moving Taehyun’s hand. Just sat there, still brushing through his hair. Slow...gentle? Way too fucking gentle.. Taehyun let his arm fall away after a second, his hand flopping back down onto his chest. “You’re weird.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Still doesn’t make you less weird.” They sat like that for a bit. The wine had mellowed everything out made the neon lights outside blur and smear across the walls like watercolors. Taehyun's apartment felt too small. Huh.. how isnt Seojun drunk, how weird, 

Ughhh..why was he here? Oh right, this is his house. He opened his eyes. The room swayed slightly. “Why are you so comfortable right now,” Taehyun mumbled under his breath, barely audible. He wasn’t even sure if he meant it for Seojun or himself. He should’ve kicked him out the second he showed up.. speaking of which, why didnt he? But instead he was here.  “You always talk this much when you’re drunk?” Seojun asked, voice low. “Im not even talking that much.."  His eyes closed again. Just for a second. Seojun kept playing with his hair. He hadn’t stopped since Taehyun dropped his head there. And Taehyun hadn’t moved either. His body was betraying him.  He clenched his jaw. “You’re still creepy, by the way.” Seojun snorted. “Thanks" The hell? For what person is that a compliment.. Taehyun’s brows furrowed, even in that half sleepy state. “seriously..I don’t trust you. I’m not... forgiving you. ”

“I know, but you do know I dont care right?”

Silence again.

“You always sleep on dudes’ laps when you hate them?” Seojun asked casually.

Taehyun groaned. “God. Kill me.”

Seojun chuckled, fingers still moving through his hair. “Can’t. Not yet.”

“What the hell does that mean..”

“Sleep, Taehyun.”

Taehyun opened one eye to glare. “You think I can sleep with you here?”

“Considering your head’s still in my lap, I’d say you’re halfway there.”

Taehyun raised a middle finger without lifting his head.

"Ah, so mean, hurts my heart" Seojun took it in stride, resting his other hand on the back of the couch, the only light in the room coming from the city bleeding in through the balcony glass. Everything looked washed in electric blue and dark red.. strange.. it was usually blue and purple.. Fuck, why wasnt Taehyun moving god.. His body felt stiff, it felt like he just walked miles, wow.. Taehyun wouldnt be surprised if he got drugged honestly

"Did you drug me or something.."

"What? You should know how drugs work from all that internet browsing, you'd be out cold now, well usually, depending on the drug I guess"

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-Author