#id.alcohol

@idjinsung​

They did not exactly get off on the best foot. Hojun did not exactly remember what the event was, but he was backstage. He was a backup dancer for POIZN or Imperial. He just remembered being annoyed at the whole thing, glaring at the members of POIZN, and then proceeding to suck up to all the important people backstage. He smiled, he grinned, he made cheesy jokes. He even handed out a bunch of pink cupcakes, though he had to resist the urge to vomit all over them himself. It was easy enough to see what Jinsung thought of all his brownosing. It had led to a rough go there, until he realized “Honey” was not exactly Hojun. Except for the baking. But he would have much rather kept his goodies to himself instead of giving them away for free. Flour, eggs, butter, and milk cost money. Still, it was his shtick and he was sticking to it. He had gone too far at this point. Besides, he could hardly trust 99 Entertainment to properly advertise him. That was all on him. 

Still, Jinsung seemed to like regular Hojun better and as he was now, arguably, his best friend, Hojun made it a point to keep Honey away from him. So, instead of doing anything remotely tame, Hojun had invited him to drink soju at the seediest bar he knew. It was unlikely anyone would recognize them there. The people who frequented it were hardly going to be watching Dancing9 or Mickey’s Clubhouse. They were certainly not kpop fans. In fact, he was pretty sure most of them had been boulders in their former lives. It was kind of nice. Familiar. It reminded of him of being fifteen and sneaking into bars to drink himself under the table.

He propped open a notebook and began to jot things down while he waited for Jinsung to arrive. He made sure to bring his actual notebook, not one of the cheesy ones he kept around for his image. These people did not seem like the type to like “hang in there” and cute kittens. If he was going to write poetry, it was at least going to be in something manly, bound in faux leather. At least, around here he was. 

@idxnoah

Hojun always came to see Noah on a full stomach, because their bonding usually involved a lot of liquor and a shady bar. They could not go anywhere else, since Noah was an idol and Hojun was a trainee. His personality was supposed to be sweet. He should have been keeping his nose clean and for the most part, he did. At least for him. He hadn't beat anyone in the last few years, aside from playful punches and sparring matches. But when it came to soju and whiskey he was a weak, weak man. There was also the pot in his back pocket, but that was a Christmas present for Noah more than anything else.

He settled in a private booth at the back of the bar, already ordering bottles he was not planning on paying for because Noah was the idol. Hojun was never sure why Imperial got under his skin far less than POIZN. Maybe it was because the latter had forced him to become Honey, his alternate personality, and the former had a member that was always up for a bottle of liquor. There was also the fact that Noah was just so much like him. Seeing Noah was a bit like seeing himself in a few years. Except, he would have the personality he always wanted, while Hojun would have to resist the urge to occasionally slap himself.  

Hojun pulled out a notebook, a fresh one his mother had sent him for the holidays. It read Follow Your Dreams on the cover and had a sloth surrounded by a bunch of flowers. It was cheesy and awful, but it was also incredibly her. It fit well with his current image at least and he appreciated the sentiment. He began jotting down words, none that he ever planned to show the world, just words for himself. He tossed the notebook to the side once the bottles of soju appeared at their table. Hojun spotted Noah across the room and nodded him over. Perfect timing. He began to pour.