×Sunghoon's pov×

The night continued in a blur of laughter and conversation. Heeseung was the life of the party, his humor contagious, his charisma undeniable. And Sunghoon, normally reserved and quiet, found himself drawn into the whirlwind of Heeseung's energy.

They talked about everything and nothing, their conversation flowing effortlessly, punctuated by bursts of laughter and moments of shared silence, even though Heeseung was the one who would talk more. Sunghoon was still shy.

But as the night wore on, the effects of alcohol started to take their toll on Heeseung. The laughter became a little too loud, the gestures a little too wide, the words a little too slurred, when he suddenly asked:

"Are you drunk?"

"No. Are you drunk?"

"Yes."

Heeseung answered, his eyes glazed over. Sunghoon, watching Heeseung struggle to maintain his balance, knew he had to get him out of the club. He took Heeseung by the arm, his touch firm but gentle.

"Come on, let's go."

He said, his voice a low murmur, avoiding to look at Heeseung in the eyes, since he knew he would lose his words.

"Where are we going?"

Heeseung asked, his eyes blurry and unfocused. It was clear he was drunk, but Sunghoon didn't want to take him home with him. So he would drive him through his, then go to his own

"Home."

Sunghoon said, leading him toward the exit. Heeseung stumbled slightly, his legs unsteady. Sunghoon, his heart pounding in his chest, held him close, his arm wrapped around Heeseung's waist.

"You're so strong."

Heeseung mumbled, leaning against Sunghoon's shoulder. Sunghoon felt a blush creep up his neck. The club was a blur of flashing lights, pulsating music, and swaying bodies.

But all Sunghoon could see was Heeseung, his orange hair a fiery halo in the darkness, his chocolate brown eyes, glazed with alcohol, staring up at him.

He led him through the crowd, a beacon guiding him through the maze of bodies and the throbbing music.

Sunghoon, his heart filled with a strange mixture of concern and something else, something he couldn't quite name, got Heeseung out of the club and into the cool night air.

He felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had never expected to find solace in a place like this, let alone with a stranger, but Heeseung had somehow become his escape.

Heeseung fell onto Sunghoon's arms, wrapping his own around the younger's waist. Sunghoon smiled, finding solace in the warmth of Heeseung's touch, in the intoxicating smell of his cologne.

Sunghoon gently maneuvered Heeseung away from the tight embrace, his hand resting low on Heeseung's back, guiding him towards the car.

Heeseung mumbled something about having his own motorcycle, his words slurred and a little too loud for the quiet night.

"No way, you're not riding your motorcycle tonight. I'll drive you home."

Sunghoon said, shaking his head. Heeseung seemed to deflate a little, his shoulders slumping as he realized the gravity of his actions. Sunghoon opened the car door for him, helping Heeseung settle in the passenger seat.

As he climbed behind the wheel, he noticed Heeseung watching him, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, the faint scent of Heeseung's expensive cologne lingering in the air. The elder was guiding him, so he could drop him off.

"Hey, wait. Where are you going now?"

Heeseung asked, once Sunghoon stopped right outside his house, his voice a little raspy.

"Home. My best friend went to America today, so I'm all alone for now."

Heeseung seemed to think about that for a moment, then his brow furrowed, looking at Sunghoon into his eyes

"Wow, me too. Why don't you come over?"

Sunghoon hesitated. He barely knew this guy, and the idea of going to his place felt...weird. But Heeseung, sensing his apprehension, quickly added:

"Please, stay at mine for tonight. I'm not weird, I promise."

Sunghoon looked at him, his eyes searching Heeseung's face. Heeseung met his gaze, a hint of pleading in his eyes, a vulnerability that resonated with Sunghoon.

His own apartment, usually a sanctuary, felt bleak and isolating tonight. Exhausted and dizzy from the night's events, he decided to take a chance.

"Okay."

He agreed, and Heeseung's face broke into a relieved smile. He seemed like he really needed Sunghoon there, so Sunghoon couldn't say no.

Sunghoon followed Heeseung up the stairs, the older boy swaying slightly as he walked.

Heeseung's apartment door was a soft brown, contrasting with the polished white walls of the hallway.

Reaching for the handle, Heeseung fumbled with the keys for a moment, his laughter a soft, drunken chuckle.

He pushed the door open, revealing a cozy, well-lit living room. The apartment wasn't large, but it was beautifully decorated with a minimalist aesthetic.

Light streamed in from a large window, illuminating a plush, grey sofa and a coffee table adorned with a vase of lilies.

The scent of the flowers and wood polish filled the air as Sunghoon stepped inside, the warmth of the apartment a stark contrast to the cool night air.

Heeseung, his eyes starting to clear, kicked off his shoes and slumped onto the plush sofa, a sigh of relief escaping his lips.

"Make yourself comfortable."

Heeseung said, his voice raspy but softer than before. He gestured to the sofa, the cushions sinking under his weight.

Sunghoon, however, remained standing, his gaze moving around the room, taking in the details. Heeseung's apartment was a reflection of him - stylish, welcoming, and inviting. It was a stark contrast to his own, which was mostly functional and devoid of personality.

Heeseung, noticing Sunghoon's hesitation, chuckled, his eyes twinkling with a playful glint.

"Don't worry, I don't bite... Unless you want me to."

Heeseung said playfully, looking at Sunghoon, a small smirk on his face, making Sunghoon feel something.

Something he had never felt. Heeseung's cheesy words and slight smirk were causing him things.

What's wrong with me? What is going on?

Sunghoon, caught in the crossfire of a sudden, unexpected shift in the atmosphere, felt a tremor run down his spine.

"What if I say I want?"

The words slipped out of Sunghoon's mouth before he could stop them. He winced, his cheeks burning with a blush he had never experienced before.

He wanted to take back the statement, to rewind time and bury it under a mountain of apologies, but there was no undoing the words.

Heeseung, however, had already reacted. His eyes, previously playful and light, now bore into Sunghoon, a deep, unreadable intensity consuming them.

With a sudden movement, he rose from the sofa, his tattooed hand shooting out, his fingers finding their way to Sunghoon's soft neck.

"Then... Maybe I can just..."

The words were barely a whisper, rough and husky with the weight of alcohol, but they held a power that sent chills down Sunghoon's spine.

He could smell the alcohol on Heeseung's breath, the pungent scent mixing with the seductive fragrance of his cologne. He knew Heeseung wasn't serious.

His words were fueled by the alcohol, by the blurry reality that was slowly consuming him.

Sunghoon's heart pounded against his ribs like a trapped bird. He instinctively pushed Heeseung back, his fingers meeting the warm, smooth skin of his chest.

Heeseung stumbled back, his hand falling away from Sunghoon's neck, but his gaze remained locked on him.