"What are you trying to prove?"

The air was whiskey-filled, and the drunk humming from the back of his throat was almost done absentmindedly. Bosung had a little too much to drink tonight, and he knew that Seojun didn't live far, which was how he ended up on the other man's doorstep at one o'clock in the morning. Perhaps he was coming back from a date that hadn't gone so well, but none of them ever did recently, and he knew the reason why; he just hadn't wanted to admit it. When the door opened, a small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Even if Seojun just rolled out of bed and might be grumpy from the disturbance, Bosung still felt that he was beautiful. "Hi, sleeping beauty, can I crash here?" his words were slurred, but they surely got the point across.

a day off was rare and aiden would be lying if he said he wasn't grateful. his body was beyond exhausted from all the dance practices this past week, now all he craved was an iced americano. stepping into his favorite coffee shop , he got in line. though .... soon he felt something , he turned looked around. till his gaze landed on someone who he swore their eyes bore into them. ( fuck , i knew i should've worn a mask ) he thought. lips press in a line , before he asks : ' do you want something ? '