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When exactly the room started to blur around the edges, Sanghyuk didn’t know. All the young man knew for sure was that the music was hypnotic and still had him shifting his weight from foot to foot as he leaned against the bar stool with a half full glass of sweet blue liquor. If he hadn’t been leaning, he probably would have thought the room was spinning, but the night was slowly slipping further and further into the darkest hours. Normally he was home by now. Normally he didn’t have this much to drink. Normally he was more responsible, but for once... he wanted to feel like a college kid with no worries other than hangovers and pop quizzes. 

It had sounded so much better in his head earlier that night after a rather grueling session of work and school. All it had taken was a call to Key and he was promised a night of endless booze and music. When his more eccentric friend ended up on his door step, Hyuk had been in a light jacket, t-shirt, and jeans. However, that was deemed unworthy of a proper night out by the tattoo artist and he was hauled back inside to find something to spruce him up. It was really rather embarrassing, having himself tugged back and forth like a toddler that couldn’t dress themselves. 

Now he was standing in a club, sweating uncomfortably under a too thin sweater that clung to him in places he didn’t know existed and jeans he swore he had thrown away because there were a size or two too small, the jacket was long discarded nearby because it was all too hot. Thankfully it was night and the black ensemble had ended up only being stiffing because Hyuk was more comfortable in cotton and sweats than his current get up. 

All he needed was for Key to return from the bathroom and he would be more than ready to go home. He was about to rub at his eyes, but a hand reached up to stop him and he was staring right at his friend with a confused expression before he vaguely remembered the torture of eyeliner and hair gel. It took all he had to not whimper at the memory before he shifted again, letting his hand drop.