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An exchange of incoherent mumbles, clumsy steps and slow reactions to one another. Youngkwang wasnāt exactly completely sober either, but he just had to try and climb stairs with a lanky male hanging on his back with sudden mutters about things he couldnāt comprehend at all. The stairs seemed like they were a mile long when staggering up them with blurred vision. Somehow though, the last step was conquered. āGet off, I need to enter the code.ā He said idly, releasing the latter off his back before Sehun would have the chance to protest in any way, and the weight actually eased from his back. With a fogged mind and keeping track of a person more intoxicated than himself wasnāt exactly an easy task, but he still knew the code by heart, entered it and; finally. Home. And a bit of extra luggage.
To leave someone he actually had spoken to and was at least as much as an acquaintance to their own fate in a bar, too drunk to even get up would have been over the top, especially since they had ended up accompanying each other there. Luckily, the lights turned on one by one the further into the apartment he dragged the latter with him, ending up letting him go on the couch completely as ungracefully as possible while trying to get back to lock the door and take his shoes off. Sehun was still wearing his shoes, but muttered about subjects the older clearly had no reason to respond to. Youngkwang really couldnāt care less than to stumble his way back to the door; lock it, get out of his shoes and blazer before being able to concentrate on anything around him. Even that took him time in this state.
"If you puke on my couch, I might have to get you killed." He declared, not that the other appeared the least bothered, which in the end resulted in him not even trying to hand out any more warnings. Water, yes. Would sober him up. The youngster though, he affirmed as beyond saving at this point. Most likely he would just fall asleep, wake up with a horrible hangover and that was it. If any of them had a better chance at escaping the aftereffects of alcohol, it was Youngkwang. Not that it was a given fact, but making his way to the kitchen seemed like the first step towards success. Quenching his thirst, then sleep. Oh, and he had work tomorrow. Such responsible drinking from a man all too old for partying. A glance at the kitchen clock, and the realization that it had taken him over an hour to get Sehun here. Morning getting closer and closer, the opportunity to get some sleepā lessening.
The timetable of events that led up to now were nothing more than a jumbledĀ mess of events that seemed more like a scrambled puzzle and Sehun had no clue how to piece them together. There were two things he was aware of at that very moment--one being how incredibly giddy he felt and the other being he was perched upon the back of a stranger. Or was it a stranger? The boy was only mildly afraid of theĀ possibilityĀ that he'd just beenĀ kidnapped at the bar, but that was an absurd thought. Besides, didn't he come with someone? It was--"Youngkwanggie-hyung," the student intoned through a couple of hiccups, simultaneously loving and hating how easily that name slipped from his lips.
One piece was visible; he came out for drinks with a male he'd met earlier in the week and that's the person he's on top of. Not some creepy guy who thought it would be a great idea to kidnap an intoxicated college student. Who even does that, anyway? Sehun's mind was less focused on how they met and what happened at the bar and more intrigued by the scent wafting around him. This guy definitely had cash and that evident by the subtle scent of Armani clinging to the elder's clothes. If Sehun were in the right state of mind, he'd probably give himself a pat on the back for finding this guy if he hadn't already. Soft sighs of content pass through his lips, eyes fluttering closed and grip tightening around the male's neck for support; but that moment of content was gone just as easily as it came the moment he was thrown onto the couch. Expensive leather, figures. Of course this guy would have leather seats which only made Sehun's gradually warming body even more hot from the lack of air between the fabric of his clothes and sofa.
The threat only made Sehun laugh, not taking it seriously at all but he honestly thinks his vomit would add a nice touch to the stark black--might even give this place some life. He was only mildly disappointed when the other left him alone, so he takes the initiative to make himself comfortable regardless and slips out of his shoes to place them aside. His gaze traveled around almost every inch of the room to survey his surroundings, still unable to fully comprehend what was going on. "You have a pretty..place," laughs even more at himself, fumbling to cover his mouth as if his voice would taint the grandeur before him. "Do you have anything to eat, hyung?"
