* 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋 &. 𝐹𝐼𝑅𝐸 .

alexander has that habit, soft whenever he’s drunk — touchy and all too in need of the other’s company and attention. it’s like he craves it almost as much as he craves the alcohol that’s currently coursing through his system. “maybe, all depends on if i get those kisses or not.” lex chuckles, wiggling his brows at hansol in a playful fashion. “or two, yes. that was about fifteen bucks worth of alcohol. two kisses would be sufficient, i guess.” he pouts once more, making a kissy face in the other’s direction. he won’t admit he craves that, misses the feeling of the other’s lips pressed against his own — but god, he does. however, instead of actually going for what he wants alexander shifts his head further into hansol’s lap, a small sigh falling from his lips. “what’s not safe about being out here? you know the security is some of the best — if not the best in the world.” he mumbles out, however, the other’s question causes his brows to knit together, slender fingers reaching up to trail against hansol’s jaw. “when was the last time i ended up in your bed and we didn’t fool around and end up tangled in the sheet together, baby?” he asks, though his tone is soft as he does so. “hence the reason it’d make the temperature worse.”

                  it’s  unhealthy  ....  this  endless  cycle  they’re  stuck  in,  hansol  knows  this  and  yet  he’s  always  there  to  welcome  lex  with  open  arms  whenever  needed.  it  was  a  confusing  arrangement  that  prevented  him  from  completely  moving  on  or  actively  search  for  someone  new.  he’s  not  naive  in  the  slightest  and  is  very  much  aware  of  the  fact  that  lex  has  other  people  share  his  bed  which  only  further  convinces  him  of  his  insignificance.  hansol’s  only  use  to  alexander  is  a  way  to  kill  time  or  loneliness,  a  temporary  fix,  at  least  that’s  what  he  tells  himself  to  avoid  asking  the  age  old  question:  what  are  they  ??    ❛   i  think  i’ll  just  buy  you  a  new  bottle,   ❜    he  chuckles  softly  and  reaches  up  to  rub  the  back  of  his  neck  absentmindedly,    ❛   no  clue  where  your  lips  have  been  tonight.   ❜    another  chuckle,  albeit  forced,  is  emitted  from  the  younger  male  to  conceal  how  he  truly  feels.  he  really  should  have  just  let  alexander  be,  a  thought  that  doesn’t  occur  to  him  until  digits  are  caressing  his  face  and  lips  are  speaking  the  pet  name  that  he  knows  only  he  receives.    ❛   don’t  call  me  that,   ❜    he  mumbles  before  clearing  his  throat,    ❛   i  don’t...  i-i  mean,  that  doesn’t  happen  every  single  time.   ❜

x.  —  suggestive starters meme

                 he  blinks  a  couple  of  times  and  swallows  hard,  adam’s  apple  bobbing  up  and  down  excitedly.  he  isn’t  quite  sure  what  to  make  of  the  other’s  words  and  whether  or  not  to  take  them  seriously  but  ultimately  decides  to  just  brush  it  off  as  a  joke  despite  the  obvious  connotations.  hansol  is  sure  this  was  the  first  time  the  hacker  has  ever  shown  some  kind  of  interest  —  not  that  he  believed  it  was  real.  hell,  he  didn’t  even  understand  how  lex  was  attracted  to  him.    ❛   wow,   ❜    his  brows  raise  in  slight  surprise,    ❛   you’re  really  going  to  pull  my  leg  like  that  ??   ❜    a  nervous  chuckle  slips  past  slightly  chapped  lips,  weight  shifting  awkwardly  from  one  foot  to  the  other  as  he  uses  his  index  finger  to  push  his  glasses  up  the  bridge  of  his  nose.    ❛   you  don’t  mean  that  …  do  you  ??   ❜

x.  —  suggestive starters meme

                 hansol  sits  with  his  back  against  the  headboard,  long  limbs  outstretched  across  the  bed,  glasses  crooked,  and  ankles  crossed  casually  wearing  nothing  but  a  pair  of  low  hanging  sweatpants.  all  of  his  inhibitions  were  lowered  significantly  whenever  he  drank  and  being  in  the  company  of  lex  meant  that  trouble  was  about  to  happen.  an  intoxicated  hansol  was  an  overly  confident  one,  someone  more  forward,  someone  more  outspoken  and  bold.  normally,  a  remark  such  as  that  would  turn  his  cheeks  tomato  red,  but  the  liquor  made  him  react  much  differently.  one  of  the  corners  of  his  lips  twitched  up  ever  so  slightly  in  a  smirk,  head  lolling  to  the  size  lazily.  the  lamb  had  turned  out  to  be  a  wolf  in  sheep’s  clothing.    ❛   is  that  a  threat  ??   ❜    he  snickers  to  himself  and  rests  his  forearm  behind  his  head,    ❛   am  i  not  allowed  to  be  comfortable  in  my  own  room  ??  is  my  body  too  irresistible  ??   ❜

“just because i haven’t done worse doesn’t mean that the shit you poured out wasn’t expensive.” there’s still a pouty tone to alexander’s voice, bottom lip jutting out even more as he glances over at the other. there’s this sudden urge to reach out and play with hansol’s fingers with his own overtaking him as his arm moves before his thoughts can even catch up with his actions. lex gets like this when he’s drunk — overly touchy and stupid, but he’s sure hansol is used to it. “you do! you just wasted a good shot or two of expensive tequila.” the male continues to pout, lifting his head up only to place it on the other male’s leg, gaze locked on hansol’s as he gives a small and extremely playful roll of his eyes. “you can repay me with a kiss or two, to make up for it.” the brown-haired male teases, fingers still absentmindedly playing with the other’s, brushing against hansol’s skin as if the other was made of porcelain. “— didn’t think you’d…” lex starts out, chewing on his bottom lip gently. “didn’t think you’d want me to show up like this again.” there’s a rise and fall of his shoulders in the form of a shrug as he speaks, a small chuckle falling through his lips. “you’re not wrong there, your bed is far more comfortable than the ground — but i was already hot. figured if i came to you and ended up in your bed, it’d only make that worse.”

                 the  gentle  touch  is  one  he’s  only  familiar  with  whenever  lex  is  in  some  intoxicated  state.  these  fleeting  moments  between  them  do  nothing  to  silence  the  confusion  in  his  head  over  their  past  and  current  status.    ❛   you  going  to  hold  that  against  me  for  the  rest  of  my  life  ??   ❜    a  small  smile  breaks  through  usually  deadpan  features  but  it’s  quick  to  disappear  when  alexander  shifts  positions.    ❛   a  kiss  ??   ❜    he  repeats,    ❛   i  water  the  grass  with  your  expensive  liquor  and  all  it  takes  is  that  to  put  me  back  in  your  good  graces  ??   ❜    he  considers  obliging  for  a  moment,  fingers  lacing  together  with  his  loosely,  lips  right  there  in  front  of  him.  it  isn’t  the  right  time  to  do  that,  he  tells  himself  over  and  over  again  like  a  mantra.    ❛   i  think  my  room  is  safer  than  being  ...  out  here.   ❜    he  glances  up  and  looks  around  as  if  someone  could  have  been  watching.    ❛   wh-why  would  my  bed  make  it  worse  ??   ❜    his  adam’s  apple  bobs  up  and  down  as  he  swallows  hard,  eyes  refusing  to  meet  lex's.

alexander is like this a lot, though he tends to keep himself locked away in solitude so that no one sees his drunken state. the only person who’s fully aware of the fact he drinks himself to sleep practically every night is the mastermind and he intends on keeping it that way for as long as he can. there’s too much pain and memories that swirl in his mind every time he drinks that he’s too scared to let the crew see him like that. “it’s the truth.” the male breathes out, letting his head fall back onto the grass with an audible thud. he does mean what he’s saying to the other, though sober him would be a little more reluctant to admit it given their past. “you act like i don’t fucking know that.” there’s a laugh that emits from lex’s lips as he’s speaking, a nod following soon after. “at least i’m funny, right?” the words are slurred, though he’s quick to try and reach for the bottle that hansol had just taken from his grasp, an over-dramatic gasp coming from the drunk male as he watches the liquid seep into the ground. “what the fuck was that for?! hansol that was expensive!” alexander practically pouts, bottom lip jutting out as he sits up, holding himself upright by his palms. “you owe me now.”

                  ❛   you  had  maybe  two  more  sips  left  in  that  bottle,  lex,  stop  acting  like  you  haven’t  done  worse.   ❜      hansol  had  a  feeling  that  there  was  an  underlying  reason  whenever  the  other  was  drunk,  although  he’d  never  admit  that  out  loud  or  dig  any  deeper.  he  was  very  observant  and  small  little  mannerisms  made  it  easy  for  him  to  decipher  what  was  probably  rattling  around  in  the  other’s  mind.    ❛   you’re  dumber  than  you  think  if  you  believe  i  owe  you  anything.   ❜    there’s  an  edge  in  his  tone  —  is  it  resentment,  bitterness  ??  it  was  no  secret  that  things  between  them  were  up  in  the  air  but  it  was  lex  who  made  it  that  way.  nonetheless,  the  brunette  hated  seeing  the  other  in  such  a  pathetic  state  and  only  wanted  him  to  do  better.    ❛   why  didn’t  you  come  to  me  ??  you  know  i’m  never  that  far  away  ...  also  i  would’ve  thought  my  bed  would  be  more  comfortable  than  the  ground.   ❜

he’d been drinking again, though he’d decided to start alone within the confines of his bedroom. but he feels like he’s starting to suffocate, the heat from the room and alcohol coursing through his body was causing a thin sheen of sweat to form across the surface of his skin, brown-tinted locks starting to stick to his forehead… he needed to get out, get some fresh air and feel like he wasn’t burning up from the inside out. finding solace in the cold sting of fresh air that he’s hit with the second he steps out of headquarters, feet stumbling towards the nearest patch of grass that surrounds their home. once he’s safely there, he’s quick to find himself lying down grass to let the cold surface of the ground creep through the material of his clothing, further numbing his mind and senses. he doesn’t know how long he’s out there, eyes focused on the sky, slender fingers still gripping the almost gone bottle of tequila as the sound of footsteps cause a slight giggle to pass through lex’s lips. “t’s pretty isn’t it?” he slurred out, eyes traveling over to the source of the footsteps. “the m-moon.” he continues, pointing, sitting up to take another swig from the bottle in his grasp. “o-oh wow.. shit you’re pretty too.” he grins, patting the spot on the ground next to me. “join m-me? i-i’ll share.”

                  hansol  lets  out  a  long  and  heavy  sigh  at  the  sight  of  the  other  completely  drunk  out  of  their  mind  while  staring  up  at  the  night  sky.  although  what  his  ex  did  was  none  his  business,  he  still  would  rather  lex  knock  on  his  door  than  lay  down  outside  on  the  ground  as  if  he  were  homeless.  then  again,  lex  did  many  things  that  sometimes  hansol  didn’t  agree  with.    ❛   thanks,   ❜    he  replies  almost  inaudibly,  cheeks  darkening  slightly  at  the  compliment  from  the  not  so  sober  man.  hansol  emits  a  small  huff  before  sitting  down,  albeit  rather  reluctantly,  and  glancing  over  at  his  former  lover.    ❛   you’re  a  goddamn  mess,  you  know  that  ??   ❜    he  muses  while  plucking  the  nearly  empty  bottle  of  amber  colored  liquid  from  his  grasp.    ❛   i  think  you’ve  had  enough.   ❜    the  younger  male  proceeds  to  dump  the  remaining  contents  out  onto  the  grass  without  a  second  thought.