#a;drabble

Who else could vomit actual light other than the god of light himself? Oh, he was going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning...

"…I suppose so."

There were several reasons that Daehyun preferred Winter over Summer, it had been that way since he was a child. It had nothing to do with the holidays, he had no interest in Christmas or any of the traditional celebrations that came with the season. Most of them were lame, cheesy even. He enjoyed the way that the frost glistened on the streets under the morning sunlight, or the way he could see his breath hanging in the air in the cold temperature. It was the purity of the freshly fallen snow on the sinful streets making the world seem blissful and innocence for those few short hours. There was also the fact that he hated being too warm, summer meant he was sweaty and felt disgusting, in winter, a few extra layers and he could dismiss the bitter weather. There was also another reason he preferred winter, a simple reason that this was the first year he was secretly looking forward to the lame traditional celebrations the holiday brought, he was looking forward to being cold when he got home because it was this year, he had someone to share it with. His new husband. Yoo Youngjae. One other positive was his blonde lover hated being cold and found it extremely difficult to warm up. As much as this bothered Daehyun when he wasn't around with worry, always making sure there was plenty of heating around the house, spare blankets and wood for the fireplace for the other so that he didn't have to damage his pride in asking for more of the warmth, it did mean that the nights where they could cuddle up and be very romantic and cliché were quite often. Winter was fast approaching, it was obvious with the way the bartender shivered as soon as he left the doors of the Devils Den. A thin sheet of frost covering the windows of his car. Heading home quickly, desperate to get into the warmth of their new house, home to the welcoming feeling of an overly excited puppy and the bright smile of his husbands face. Pushing the door open, he stepped into the house, looking around in search of his husband, with no sign of him in the living room, he scanned the kitchen and bathroom before checking in the bedroom, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips when he caught sight of a mess of blonde hair and blonde fur curled up together in a mess of blankets on the bed. Deciding to leave his sleeping husband for the time being, Daehyun quietly made his way back to the livingroom, stripping out of the uniform and pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt from a pile of clean laundry that he had yet to be bothered putting away. Making his way over towards the fire place, he threw a few logs onto the grate before leaning down to light it up, watching as the flames sparked to life and instantly sent out a stream of warmth around the room. Crossing his legs, he sat on the floor for a few moments, letting the heat wash away the chill that had settled deep within his bones before once again pushing himself to his feet. The next step of his plan involved the kitchen, looking through the cupboards was a reminder that he really needed to do a proper grocery shop, barely more than a few packets of instant noodles and a decent collection of dog food filling them. Finally his eyes landed on what he had been searching for, reaching for the tub of hot chocolate, he switched the kettle on and set about making two steaming hot cups, taking them towards the living room and settling them on a small table near the fire place. Lastly, all he needed was his angel. Stepping into the bedroom once more, he sat down on the edge of the bed and gently leaned down to press a lingering kiss against his ear. "Baby, I'm home.. come into the livingroom. I have a surprise for you." A smile tugging at his lips when the younger stirred and he was greeted with the tired yet none the less bright smile he loved so much.

It was always inevitable that it would end this way. Such a lifestyle would always be short lived, despite the warnings, Daehyun never listened. He was young, naive and stupid. Believing he would live to a ripe old age, content being married to Youngjae with his friends. He even imagined the typical cliché life of them sitting on rocking chairs reminicising about the 'old days' laughing about the stupid shit they used to do. Yet now, all of that was nothing more than a stupid day dream he would never get to experience. The clinical smell of the hospital was driving him crazy, the steady beeping of the life support machine beside his bed grating on his nerves for far too long now. Daehyun opened his eyes slowly, glancing down at the blonde hair of his husband who lay with his head on top his lap, his forehead creased in a small frown, dark circles around his eyes. The memory of how he ended up here played in his mind. Just one more hit. He'd taken more than usual, but for some reason the high just wasn't effective enough. He needed more of a rush, piercing the needle through the vein, he closed his eyes, injecting the gold liquid deep into his veins with a shaky breath. Everything was fading, the sound of the tv slowly becoming nothing more than a discernible muffled noise, the light darkening and then nothing. Daehyun could hear screaming, worried screaming. Was that Youngjae? He was crying, his body was shaking violently, he could feel hands on him. He tried to open his eyes, tried to move, but he couldn't. Nothing worked. Sirens were blaring, suddenly he was moved onto a bed and he could feel himself being rushed out of the door, Youngjae following along beside him. "Please Daehyun, don't leave me. You fucking idiot, don't you dare leave me." The last few days were a blank, Daehyun had awoken in hospital hooked up to every machine imagineable with Youngjae by his side. The doctor had informed him that all his internal organs were shutting down from drug abuse and chances of survival were slim. The door opened and Daehyun looked up to see Insoo, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips slightly before he started coughing, his mouth filling with blood almost instantly. "Soo.." His eyes darted up to the other, his hand resting on Youngjaes head, combing through his hair gently. "I love you.. you know that.. You're my best friend." Another coughing fit hit him, yet another mouthful of blood that he spat to the floor ungraciously, his head beginning to spin. Leaning back against the bed, he kept his eyes on him. "You.. You have to take care of Youngjae.. you need to keep him safe.. and help make him happy." His head was beginning to pound, the pain blinding and searing, groaning loudly his hand came to clutch at his temples, glancing down at him. "Really.. take.. care of him for me.." His breath was becoming short and he closed his eyes, the final sound of the beeping becoming one long monotone sound.

Seoul was an interesting city to say the least, living in Busan, Daehyun could openly admit he had witnessed very little. His life experiences were basically at zero until he reached the age of 16 and even then, the world that was open to him was narrow & dim, there was very little for him to judge the world on. When he moved to Seoul at the age of 19, there was absolutely nothing that he could say was comparable. From the people to the dialect to their entire way of living, despite the closeness of the areas it was all completely foreign to the young male. But 2 years had passed, and Daehyun had grown accustomed, built himself a life in this once strange place. It’s a typical Saturday night, Daehyun found himself taking refuge in one of the local clubs, a vice used to distract himself from the sinking boredom while Youngjae worked. The club was packed, people of various ages dressed in their best clothes, most of whom were already at various states of inebriation. Daehyun sat at the bar, his eyes scanning across the dance floor watching the scenes around him with a mild amusement. Memories of when he himself was apart of the same groups of people. One particularly loud female captured his attention, darting his eyes towards the source of the noise. A quiet chuckle left his lips as he watched the drunk female dancing on one of the tables, the sounds of cheering males around her at the display she put on. She was sophisticated and by no means distasteful, infact Daehyun had to appreciate the level of skill she was capable of despite the alcohol. Making his way closer, he cheered her on with a bright grin, before he knew he actually understood what was happening, he stepped forward arms wrapping around her waist as she stumbled from the table, settling her down on the ground with an amused grin. “Woah you alright there dear?” He asked once he was sure she was upright once more.

There are a few simple facts in life, things that Daehyun had found that regardless of any scenario the outcomes will always remain true. Humans will die. It is inevitable and any talk of immortality would involve dehumanising yourself, breaking the soul and destroying who you once were. Taxes. If you intend to work or have a decent form of living, you would have to pay taxes, it sucked but it was true. Finally, those that choose a path of self destruction will never get the happy ending they so desperately crave. The Devils Den was like a hide away for people that fit into this sad category of living, solid proof that money could not provide true happiness, but was a gateway to a world that would provide temporary fixes. Here he was forced to watch people gamble away the last of their life savings, bang, yet another person down on their luck and chances are they would never survive to see another year. There were the ones with rings on their fingers, wives and husbands that couldn't satisfy them and so they found refuge in the pretty little whore that cared for nothing but the money that would be placed in their hands at the end, the pleasure having worn off long ago. Yes, everyone that walked through the doors, staff and customers alike were all the same, searching for the one break that would truly give them the happy ending they wanted, and Daehyun himself was no different. Daehyun was not a man of faith, he didn't believe in a higher power nor did he believe in anything such as karma or luck. Fate, now that was something he did believe in, for he believed fate dealt a hand to every living person, and it all depended on which card you pulled next would determine the outcome of your game. A bad card could break everything and you'd be left with nothing, or pull a good card and you could have everything. Life was just a game of chance, completely out of your control. Fate dealt him a card in the form of a pretty blonde blackjack dealer. It wasn't long after Daehyun himself had started as a bartender at the Devils Den. Yunho called a staff meeting at the beginning of the switch, every head turning curiously to look at the boss that rarely made an appearance unless someone was in trouble or he had buisness to attend to with a particular client. "This is Yoo Youngjae. He'll be dealing with the Blackjack Table from now on. Make sure you keep an eye on him." That was the first time that the male had ever laid eyes on the younger boy. Bright blonde hair, eyes that showed a mild innocence hidden behind dark stories that he couldn't begin to understand and it was the first time that Daehyun had ever felt completely enraptured with someone from one glance. Weeks passed and Daehyun found his gaze almost constantly locked on Youngjae from across the floor of the suits. The intensity of how he would deal a game was enticing, the smile that covered his lips as he mixed with the customers. There were times their gazes would connect and Daehyun could swear a smirk covered Youngjaes lips for a brief second but in no time at all, the boy was carrying on as though he knew nothing of the bartenders existence. Although, there was a definite change in the way he held himself, the way he would lean over the table, the back of his shirt rising enough to show of a small expanse of skin, it was enticing. Exhausted, everyone grabbed their jackets, quickly making their way from the cloakroom, Daehyun hovered behind, time had proven that Youngjae disliked being part of the crowd, didn't enjoy being surrounded by swarms of people and always hung around a few moments longer, taking longer than necessary to gather his belongings before he would finally exit the room himself. Soon enough the two of them were left alone, his gaze hovered on the back of the blonde, while Youngjae carefully arranged things seemingly desperate to avoid any social contact with the bartender. "You know I don't think you could organise that bag anymore no matter how hard you try." Daehyun spoke quietly, a small step taken towards the dealer. Success, a small smile cracked the corner of Youngjaes lips as he turned to face him. "So as well as staring at me from across the room, you're taking to stalking me in the cloakroom as well. Do you not have a family to get home too?" It occured to Daehyun this was the first time he had actually heard Youngjae speak, his voice was soft, light.. almost harmonious but there was a hint of cheekiness and stubborn attitude that lingered there, one that gave Daehyun the idea that getting Youngjae was not going to be an easy task. Daehyun laughed quietly, with a shake of his head. "Stalking would make me sound creepier than I actually am, and as for my family. They would be home in Busan." Extending a hand to the younger, a smile covered his own lips. "I'm Daehyun." After their initial meeting, Youngjae seemed to take no more notice of Daehyun than usual. The bartender would make the point of approaching the blonde, greeting him in the corridors and each time Youngjae would continuously look past him as though he barely remembered who he was. The thing that confused Daehyun was every time it happened, he found himself more infuriated than the previous. The blonde was no longer haunting his mind only at work, he would find himself laying at home, wandering the streets, even the addictive high of his substances did absolutely nothing to wipe the blonde from his mind even for a moment. It was a Saturday night, the one weekend he had been given off and Daehyun had chosen to hit one of the local clubs to drown away his stress at the bottom of several strong glasses of alcohol. It was as he wandered home the crazy idea came to mind, fueled strongly by the alcohol pounding through his blood stream and the undeniable hard on in his pants. It was while he was trying to figure out just who he should call to help him relieve his problem that the first face that came to mind was Youngjae and it was his own impulsive tendencies that Daehyun found himself in the abandoned cloakroom of the Den, awaiting the end of the shift and Youngjae to appear. No one took notice of the drunken bartender, the one that wasn't even on shift as he sat quietly in the corner, his eyes locked on the tired looking blonde. He looked cute, yet oh so tempting. And as usual, soon enough Youngjae was the only one left, meticulously picking through his bag. Daehyun stepped forward, unsurprised by the startled look that covered the boys features at his appearance. Daehyun didn't stop to think about his actions, he didn't consider the effect this could have on his job, his life. He simply pressed a hand against Youngjaes chest and pressed him back against the lockers, pressing himself close against him. What did surprise him was that Youngjae was not fully fighting back, instead Daehyun had finally captured his attention as he watched him with an amused smirk and a curious tilt of his head. "So you finally decided to make a move?" The cocky grin was infuritating and Daehyun leaned into press a firm kiss against his lips, before pulling away completely. "I'm Daehyun, nice to meet you."

"I love you." The words slipped so easily from his lips, words that held so much meaning, seamlessly mixing with the moment that Myungsoo shared with his boyfriend. Fingers combing through the dark brown locks of hair with a soft smile, arms slipping around his shoulders to hold him close against his frame. The moment was perfect, except for one major detail. The person he was sharing it with, was not the one he was imagining. Myungsoo had been with Sunggyu for over a year, a seemingly perfect relationship on the outside. Sure, they had their arguments, every couple does it’s all part of being in love, but some things couldn’t be repaired and his feelings towards the elder male had long since diminished. This had never really been an issue, he had spent enough time with the other to know what he wanted to hear, knew how to act, and what to say to convince him that nothing had changed. It was all simple manipulation. A skill he was proud of possessing. Yoo Youngjae, was his best friend. A brash stubborn pain in his ass. Loud, annoying, perverted and overly cocky about his attractive looks. Since the day they met, their entire friendship was based on perverted jokes, and general harassment. Always doing what it took to piss the other off and make his life as annoying as possible. This was what he was comfortable with. The bond they shared had made them closer than he could remember being with just about anyone, and as time passed he even found himself coming to trust the arrogant boy. As their friendship deepened, things changed between them. Myungsoo learned that his best friend had a lot more to him than meets the eye. He learned about his fears and complete lack of controlling his emotions. He came to understand his insecurities and that a lot of the arrogance he had known was nothing but a mask. Different sides about the boy were being revealed with every day that passed and Myungsoo was intoxicated. Soon enough, things changed. Youngjaes cocky attitude faltered around Myungsoo, and Myungsoos cold demeanour disappeared around Youngjae. They became a shelter for each other. Best friends. The type you could count on for anything. They could open up to each other, speak honestly. Things that others would judge them or scorn them for, they supported each other. There was just one secret that the bartender never had the courage to tell his dealer boyfriend. He was falling. Hard and fast. Inevitably. Because it just wasn’t possible. This was Youngjae. The most amazing person on the planet, but they were only friends right? The hugs, touches, kisses.. it was all just friendly affection, because Youngjae would never feel the same. Things carried on this way, Myungsoo faking a smile, false ‘I love you’s’ shared with the one person, he truly no longer felt this way for. Youngjae and himself were closer than ever, so close that Myungsoo was one of the first people to find out when Youngjae had developed a crush. Some kid, Dae— something or other. He’d really tried to pay attention, but an odd feeling had distracted him, almost like a punch directly to the gut. Was this jealousy? No, impossible. This was Youngjae, his annoying stubborn bratty best friend. That was all. Yet another fake smile was shared and a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you.” He muttered, arms tightening slightly. So why didn’t he want to let him go? Daehyun came into their lives, handsome and for all accounts of it, perfect. Worst of all, he made Youngjae happy. The blonde changed right before his eyes, for the better. No longer so unsure of himself, a smile almost permanently plastered across his features. The new found couple was sickening. Myungsoo found being around his best friend becoming harder, yet he never could tear himself away. Daehyun got to kiss him, hold him, hear that he loved him. But Myungsoo knew, that he still had Youngjaes trust more than anyone. A fact that made him happy deep inside, because when everything went wrong and Youngjae needed to cry. It was his shoulder he would turn to. Sunggyu and Myungsoo were fighting more, his boyfriend had became suspicious. Myungsoo was spending too much time with Youngjae, putting too much effort into making him happy. But what else could he do? Daehyun had disappeared without a trace again, Youngjae needed him. “You’re in love with him! Just admit it.” Sunggyu screamed in anger after yet another night of the bartender coming home late from Youngjaes. “Don’t be fucking stupid. I’m not.” I really am. “Is he better than me?” “No, of course not.” In every way. “Why don’t we just break up and you can go be happy with him?” “Cause I love you, he’s just my best friend.” Because I’m not Daehyun, I don’t compare. I really am just his best friend, even if he’s my everything. Daehyun was gone completely. Youngjae was destroyed. So why was Myungsoo happy about his best friends misery? He held his friend close, curled in his chest as he soothed him gently through the pain, caressing his fingers against the side of his neck. Youngjae shivered, asked him to stop. Myungsoo continued. He wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly what he was doing. He watched as Youngjaes eyes fell closed, as a slow breath fell from parted lips. Myungsoos gaze lingered too long there. He was taken. He was with Sunggyu. It should have stopped him. “Myung.. if you don’t stop, I won’t be able to.” Youngjae murmured, forever loyal. It was Myungsoo that had the problem, his fingers continued to brush against the side of his neck, leaning closer until his lips pressed against the trail his fingers had invisibly etched upon his skin. A small moan fell from the blondes lips. The most addictive sound to ever grace his ears, he needed it again. He had to make Youngjae feel good, had to show him how he should be loved. His teeth sunk into the flesh, and another moan was dragged, heads tilted and lips met. It was too late to stop now.. Myungsoo had to have all of him. He needed that perfection. Myungsoo ended it with Sunggyu. The night of desires he’d shared with Youngjae had proven something he’d been trying to deny for too long. His nights were spent holding the younger blonde close, sweet nothings and affection whispered. “I love you, Youngjae.” The blonde always returning the same three words. He just didn’t have the courage to tell him, just how serious he was. They were best friends, and that was all they’d ever be, right?