People deal with their problems in different ways. Some of them ignore their problems as long as possible, others try to solve their problems.

Jisung does neither of that. He drinks his problem away. Well, their gone as long as he's drunk but they come back when he's sober again. That's why he's most of the time drunk.

Today is one of those days when he deals with his problem. The pub is full of people like usual, most of them drunk. Jisung isn't an exception.

He feels like shit. He has a headache and his vision is blurry. The sweat stings in his eyes. But he doesn't want to stop drinking. The liquid burns in his throat but it somehow makes him forget about his past, so he gladly drinks more.

Jisung swallows down the last drops of his drink, he can't really remember what he order. Whiskey? Tequila? Who cares anyway.

Someone sits down on the high chair beside him, looking as messed up as Jisung. His raven hair is messy and he looks absent, staring emotionless at Jisung.

"Why are... are you staring?" Jisung slurs, getting annoyed at the male in front of him.

The raven haired boy blinks and gazes Jisung in the eyes, a questioning look on his face.

"Is said, why... are you... staring.. . at me?" Jisung repeats, pointing his finger at the boy in front of him.

The boy shrugs and turns his face down at the table. Jisung snorts and rolls his eyes, but then short after forgot why he was annoyed in the first place.

The boy looked ethereal, his damp hair hanging in his pretty eyes and lips slightly parted. Jisung was drunk for God's sake, he had already forgotten he had talked to the male.

"What's your name?" Jisung asks, his gaze lingering on the boys lips.

"Minho..." The boy answers without thinking, just as drunk as Jisung. "Yours?"

"Jisung." Jisung says and locks eyes with the boy named Minho, doesn't the name sound familiar?

The loud music gives them both a bad headache, the air's thick and the smell of sweat hangs in the air.

Jisung's mind is foggy and dots dances in front of his eyes, vision blurrier than before. Before he knows it he's falling forwards, his vision going black.

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Jisung wakes up, his head aching so bad he can barely think. He's not sitting properly on the chair anymore. He's half lying in the boys arms, his head against his chest. Jisung can hear his heartbeat.

Even though Jisung is extremely hot and sweating like crazy the boys embrace still feels warm. Jisung doesn't want to let go of the boy, so he closes his eyes, thinking of his miserable past which holds things he shouldn't be thinking about.

His breath becomes slower and the boys slow heartbeat makes him calm. Jisung falls asleep in the boys arms, imagining it's someone else's.

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Jisung can't remember anything when he wakes up. Only the headache can remind him of what he was doing.

He goes out of bed, walking to his bathroom and opens the cupboard to take out painkillers. Jisung swallows them down with water.

The worlds seem to spin and his stomach does unpleasant turns. Jisung hurriedly opens the toilet lip, throwing up the painkillers.

He shivers and tears start to stream down his cheeks. His stomach clenches and he throws up again, only gastric juice this time.

Jisung throat burns and it tastes like shit in his mouth. He flushed the vomits away and stands up, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

To get away the awful taste in his mouth Jisung brushes his teeth. He feels a little better after throwing up though.

Jisung feels tired, so he goes back to his bed, taking off his sweaty clothes and putting on a pajamas. He snuggles down under the covers, his heartbeat slowing down.

Short after he's sleeping, cute snores leaving him. He dreams about his smile, his lips and his laugh. When he wakes up he gets reminded of the sad truth, all of those things doesn't exist in his life anymore.

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Jisung doesn't drink that night. He blames the headache and the illness, but who's he trying to fool? He wants to remember, even though he shouldn't.

But next night he goes out again, chucking down drink after drink. He's not as drunk as last time, but still drunk, his vision kind of blurry.

Like the last night the boy decides to sit down beside him, eyes looking clearer than last time. He isn't as absentminded as last time, he's sober actually.

"Hi." He says, his voice attractive when he isn't slurring.

Jisung looks at the male with heavy eyelids, tilting his head to the side. Have he seen him before?

"Hi?" Jisung says, raising an eyebrow, his gaze traveling to the boy's lips.

"What's your name?" The boy asks, a pretty smile forming on his lips.

"Jisung. What's yours, pretty boy?" Jisung slurs, earning a smirk from the boy.

"Lee Minho." The boy tells him, licking his lips while looking at the younger. "Don't you think you've had enough?"

Jisung's absent mind picks up on the name, have he heard of it before? Jisung forgets it fast, raising an eyebrow. Enough of what? Alcohol? Pfft, never. Jisung giggles and holds his head, shaking it.

Minho sighs, his eyes lingering on the younger's red tinted cheeks. Jisung looks back at the older, wondering why he isn't ordering anything.

"Why... why... aren't you dri-nking anything?" Jisung hickups, pointing at the pretty boy in front of him.

Minho smirks and crosses his legs, looking amused over the younger's slurred speaking.

"I don't wanna get wasted like you." Minho simply answers, his gaze finding Jisung lips again.

Jisung heard what he said, but his mind couldn't process it, so he just shrugs. It doesn't matter if Minho insults him or not, Jisung wouldn't do anything to hurt that beautiful face of his.

"Jisung don't you think you should go home now? You're drunk." Minho says at last, looking kind of worried.

"And you're hot." Jisung blurts out, giggling afterwards.

Minho sighs and facepalms himself, Jisung really hasn't changed over this two past years, he thinks.

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—a/n—

Omg I don't know what I'm doing
Well, hi again :)
Didn't take long
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter
Just so you know, this book will be short, just five chapters
And I'm gonna update on Sundays :))
Bye friends
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