When Taekwoon drinks too much he becomes significantly less aggressive and moody, but he also becomes more clingy and talkative. Today, too, during an outing that was meant as a short celebration, Taekwoon is drunk off his ass, but he doesn’t even realize it himself. He clings to a very much sober Hakyeon and it’s only when he wants to raise his hand to wave at a friend that he realizes his hand is tightly holding on to Hakyeon’s and he decides not to let go.
Taekwoon tries looking Hakyeon in the eye and his foot wraps around the barstool as he leans forward. He bites his lower lip when he doesn’t get much of a reaction and then decides it’s time for a bathroom break. He’s had a couple of beers since he last excused himself after all, and he’d been holding it in for a while.
“Gotta pee,” he speaks, and while he hadn’t meant for the sentence to come out like that he shrugs and finally lets go of Hakyeon’s hand as he steps off the stool.
He feels out of balance as he walks toward the bathroom and it feels as if he’s in a competition to reach the bathroom before anyone else because he walks faster than he ever has before. He admits he’s tipsy, but he wouldn’t go as far as calling himself drunk.
It’s only when he steps into the stall and unzips his pants that he realizes that drunk might actually be the correct term to use here. His limbs feel like the bones have been taken out of them and he figures he’d better take care of his business quick.
When he’s done he sits down on the toilet for a while and feels like he’s being sucked into the pot and he contemplates sleeping on it, letting out a chuckle. Yeah, no, that’s not going to happen. He’s not sure if he’s got the strength to get back up left, though, and figures that staying here for a little while won’t hurt anyone as long as no one’s bladder is about to burst. Why did this bar have to have only one bathroom stall?
He closes his eyes for a little while, or rather for what feels as a little while, because when he opens them again there’s someone pounding on the door.
When he reluctantly opens the door without getting off the pot, an annoyed Hakyeon looks at him like he’s done something awful.
“Don’t oh, hey me. We’re leaving. You and me. You’re drunk off your ass.”
Hakyeon’s probably figured he’d better get Taekwoon out of here while he still can. Smart thinking, really.
“You and me?”
“Yeah. Get up. And zip up your pants,” Hakyeon says, barely withholding his laughter.
“Wh-” Taekwoon breathes, looking down. “Oh.” He stands up with obvious difficulty but Hakyeon, for now, refuses to help him out in whichever way. Taekwoon zips back up and steps forward, putting an arm around Hakyeon’s shoulders.
“Did you even wash your hands?” he asks, face expressing nothing but overly dramatic disgust.
Taekwoon takes his hand off Hakyeon and walks over to the sink and washes his hands, softly chuckling for no reason. He looks at his own face in the mirror and his cheeks are rosy. Hakyeon’s are too, but not to the extent Taekwoon’s are.
“You look cute,” Taekwoon says, not really putting thought into what he’s saying anymore. No one would think he’d be the shy guy from VIXX that once said that you’re not really saying anything if you dont think about what you’re going to say first. Or something like that. He can’t even remember his own words.
“Right?” Hakyeon chuckles, evidently not very sure how else to respond. Taekwoon doesn’t notice that, though.
“You’re cuter than you’re supposed to be, you know,” Taekwoon says as he dries his hands, leaning on the sink because his legs feel wobbly. “You’re so,” he tries, but his sentence is cut off by a giggle escaping from his lips. He really is drunk. “You’re so cute. It’s so confusing. I think girls are cute. Do you ever think girls are cute?”
Hakyeon keeps silent at first, a questioning look on his face.
“Sure, I… I guess. I mean…” Probably realizing he doesn’t sound too convincing he shrugs and opens his mouth again, an overconfident “Yeah,” leaving his lips. “Very much so.”
Taekwoon just chuckles as he turns, and he tries to balance himself. When that doesn’t work, Hakyeon tightly grabs his upper arm. He’s lucky, he thinks, that Hakyeon cares about him.
They walk out the bar, dressed in thick winter coats and matching scarves. It’s cold outside and it looks like it’ll snow, though the sky’s looked like that for days now and it still hasn’t. Taekwoon doesn’t dislike the snow. Today he doesn’t dislike many things, though.
When Taekwoon almost slips in the snow Hakyeon tightens his grip, just in case, and Taekwoon pulls him closer. He loves being close to Hakyeon, both literally and figuratively speaking.
“I…” Taekwoon starts when they’re walking for about ten minutes. “I lied,” he says after a short pause.
“About what?.” Hakyeon asks, stopping in his steps. Taekwoon follows suit and turns his head and his hand reaches out to Hakyeon’s. They’re cold and Taekwoon’s are probably twice as warm.
“I don’t think girls are that cute at all,” Taekwoon whispers, and he bites his own tongue as he does it. “You’re way cuter.”
Taekwoon is an honest drunk.