Comfort Me: Iâll write a drabble about my character comforting yours, or vice versa
Drink Me: Iâll write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours
Looking for some comfort among the countless shot-glasses that he served daily at his club was common for him or at least it had been for quite a few days now. He lost count actually, but maybe a week went by; maybe less. Time seemed to have acquired a different meaning and even if he was not a man to ever admit to be in pain, his friend could spot it miles away.
The shaman downed the fifth shot, head thrown back, feeling the hard liquor slide down his throat and burning it. It actually didnât hurt anymore, no, by now he was just so numb that nothing he would do was enough to make the pain go away, but nothing was strong to make it worse either. Junsu was a masochist, that much he knew, he craved for a pain worse than the first to try and surpass it, but nothing was working so he tipped the edge of the bottle to the now empty glass and and filled it up again.
âYah, arenât you going overboard with it?â Key asked, moving his hand to try and stop the older, but as the shaman looked at him, still silently, he understood that nothing he could say would make him stop. Actually, he might as well down his tequila and pray that they could just crash somewhere in there because he sure as hell wasnât taking Junsu home later on.
Fortunately â or unfortunately â the shaman had a strong endurance to alcohol, so before he could even threaten to pass out, he knew that there would be quite a few bottles getting empty.
âI know it hurts, you know? I know that.â The other started âBut you have to think about the good things you have. I know it feels like youâve lost the world, but..â
âI did lose the world, Kibum.â Junsu said, scoffing once he was done with that sentence and realizing that heâd use the manâs real name. How ironic was it that his name just happened to be the exact same one as the one person that disappeared from his life? âI really donât like your name right now⌠Iâll just call you Steve, or something.â
Key scrunched up his nose in distaste then âJust call me Key, for heavenâs sake.â He said, downing yet another shot. âAre you like that because of him or the baby?â
âYou canât ask me stuff like that. Itâs not like I could choose if I had to.â It was true though. He wouldnât want to choose, but honestly, if he really had to, his baby girl would always come first. Always.
âHeâs okay, isnât he? I mean, heâs setting up his own family and stuff⌠Wasnât that what you told me you wanted?â
Junsu looked at the man then, thinking that whatever comfort he was attempting at the moment, was most definitely not working. âSince when was I ever sure about what I wanted?â
âTrue.â Key blurted as his fingers tapped on the counter âBut youâre in love with someone else too, arenât you?â Junsu nodded then. No matter how dysfunctional his relationship was, he didnât think he would give it up âSo why are you like that? You can always go there and see the kid. I mean, you obviously have tons of money, so yeah. Unless you wanted the baby AND the âfatherâ I mean, I can totally approve of a threesome relationship, but I can tell you that itâs only good at first. That and the sex is pretty cool⌠but after a while, it stops working⌠and thereâs only one party that gets left out.â He let out, tone clearly much more serious.
âI donât know what I wanted, I donât know why it hurts so much, but it does, okay? It hurts as if a part of me is missing, as if I canât do the same things because I canât function without that small piece of myself, you know? Like a broken clock of some sorts.â Yes, he knew he sounded dramatic, but that was how he felt at the time âI donât know if I wanted him or not. Maybe not now, I donât know Kib â I mean, Key. Our opportunity passed by us and neither one of us did a thing to grab it. I kind of wished for him to do so, actually⌠but he already loved her when I came along, you know? Have you ever had someone you loved crying on your shoulder because of someone else that is not you?â He asked, but he waited for no reply
âIt hurts. It hurts a lot, but all you can do is comfort them and try to make sure they donât do anything stupid. All I could do was point him the right way, towards her, and watch from afar. I was only able to comfort him, talk to him, gather his pieces together and make him whole again and stitch up his wounds so that he could go. It wasnât supposed to be, thatâs what it was⌠and I fell in love as well and even if itâs weird, I wouldnât ever leave what I have now but sometimes I wonder what would have happened if the timing was a little better⌠sometimes, I really do wonderâŚâ
And he did. Every single day.
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