Fic: [JaeChun] Drinking Buddies
Title: Drinking Buddies
Author: Kate
Pairing/s: JaeChun, HoSu, YooSu
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG for some swearing
Summary: Yoochun turns to alcohol to drown out his sorrows.
A/N: My first JaeChun~ YAY! \:D/ But it's angst. So.. Uhm... Yay. XD;;;
The club was pulsating with music, people everywhere, dancing, laughing, having a good time. I can feel eyes on me as I walked towards the bar, not paying them the least bit of attention as I search for you in this dimly lit room. And then I saw you, with your back on me, alone, nursing a small glass of liquor in your hand.
I could tell that you wanted to be alone, with your tensed shoulders and stiff back, ready to pounce on whoever bothered you. So I stayed by the shadows, hidden, observing, waiting.
"Thank God for alcohol," I heard you mutter bitterly as you gulped down your fifth shot of vodka.
I know how you feel. It can make you forget everything even for just a fleeting moment, make you numb, help ease the pain.
A temporary escape from reality.
It doesn't matter that you'll feel like shit the next day because what matters is right now. And right now, the dull ache in your heart, as the image of Junsu with Yunho is seared into your mind, is much, much worse than the painful throbbing in your temple.
'Yes, I do know how you feel. Though with not the exact same reason as you.' I thought to myself.
"Give me another one," you said gruffly to the bartender who immediately fulfilled your request.
You stare at the clear liquid, swirling it over and over in your glass, before downing it in one gulp. I could see you wince, feeling the fiery trail it left down your throat.
"Another one," you said roughly.
"Hey, man. You look like you've had enough already. Maybe you should slow it down a notch," the bartender said, not unkindly.
"It's none of your damn business, It's my choice whether I want to get wasted or not. I'm paying you for it, right? So give me another. Fucking. Shot."
I closed my eyes, though you didn't raise your voice. The desperate tone laced with frustration and hurt was enough to do me in.
"But sir... I don't want any trouble. I just---" the bartender tried again before he was cut off in surprise as you suddenly jumped up from your chair, reached out across the counter and grabbed the bottle from his hand.
"There wouldn't be any trouble if you just do what I say."
The poor man stared at you for a few seconds before throwing up his hand in defeat and moved over to assure the other customers who were curiously looking over to see what's going on.
"What are you looking at?" you said threateningly, catching the eye of some unlucky few who were still staring at him.
Stepping out of the shadows, I went over to you, not wanting to hear anymore. As you felt my hand on your shoulder, your back immediately stiffened, turning around slowly. Emotions flashed in your eyes. Anger? Desperation? Hope?
"Oh, it's you."
I smiled despite your annoyed tone.
"Drinking alone isn't fun, you know. Want some company?"
"Whatever."
Taking that as a yes, I sat down next to you and gestured for the bartender to give me whatever you're having.
We sat there for a few minutes, not talking, with you staring angrily at your drink and me, smiling like nothing's wrong.
The silence was deafening, despite the music blaring through the speakers. I braved a glance at you and saw your eyes swelled up with uncontrollable tears, from the sting of the alcohol or from something else, I'm not sure. Both, maybe. You downed yet another shot, caught up in your own thoughts, forgetting, not caring that I'm here.
By your side.
'Yeah, Chun,' I thought, my knuckles turning white as I tightly clench my own glass in my hand.
'Thank God for alcohol.'
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Comments and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated~ Thank you! ^_^
Author: Kate
Pairing/s: JaeChun, HoSu, YooSu
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG for some swearing
Summary: Yoochun turns to alcohol to drown out his sorrows.
A/N: My first JaeChun~ YAY! \:D/ But it's angst. So.. Uhm... Yay. XD;;;
The club was pulsating with music, people everywhere, dancing, laughing, having a good time. I can feel eyes on me as I walked towards the bar, not paying them the least bit of attention as I search for you in this dimly lit room. And then I saw you, with your back on me, alone, nursing a small glass of liquor in your hand.
I could tell that you wanted to be alone, with your tensed shoulders and stiff back, ready to pounce on whoever bothered you. So I stayed by the shadows, hidden, observing, waiting.
"Thank God for alcohol," I heard you mutter bitterly as you gulped down your fifth shot of vodka.
I know how you feel. It can make you forget everything even for just a fleeting moment, make you numb, help ease the pain.
A temporary escape from reality.
It doesn't matter that you'll feel like shit the next day because what matters is right now. And right now, the dull ache in your heart, as the image of Junsu with Yunho is seared into your mind, is much, much worse than the painful throbbing in your temple.
'Yes, I do know how you feel. Though with not the exact same reason as you.' I thought to myself.
"Give me another one," you said gruffly to the bartender who immediately fulfilled your request.
You stare at the clear liquid, swirling it over and over in your glass, before downing it in one gulp. I could see you wince, feeling the fiery trail it left down your throat.
"Another one," you said roughly.
"Hey, man. You look like you've had enough already. Maybe you should slow it down a notch," the bartender said, not unkindly.
"It's none of your damn business, It's my choice whether I want to get wasted or not. I'm paying you for it, right? So give me another. Fucking. Shot."
I closed my eyes, though you didn't raise your voice. The desperate tone laced with frustration and hurt was enough to do me in.
"But sir... I don't want any trouble. I just---" the bartender tried again before he was cut off in surprise as you suddenly jumped up from your chair, reached out across the counter and grabbed the bottle from his hand.
"There wouldn't be any trouble if you just do what I say."
The poor man stared at you for a few seconds before throwing up his hand in defeat and moved over to assure the other customers who were curiously looking over to see what's going on.
"What are you looking at?" you said threateningly, catching the eye of some unlucky few who were still staring at him.
Stepping out of the shadows, I went over to you, not wanting to hear anymore. As you felt my hand on your shoulder, your back immediately stiffened, turning around slowly. Emotions flashed in your eyes. Anger? Desperation? Hope?
"Oh, it's you."
I smiled despite your annoyed tone.
"Drinking alone isn't fun, you know. Want some company?"
"Whatever."
Taking that as a yes, I sat down next to you and gestured for the bartender to give me whatever you're having.
We sat there for a few minutes, not talking, with you staring angrily at your drink and me, smiling like nothing's wrong.
The silence was deafening, despite the music blaring through the speakers. I braved a glance at you and saw your eyes swelled up with uncontrollable tears, from the sting of the alcohol or from something else, I'm not sure. Both, maybe. You downed yet another shot, caught up in your own thoughts, forgetting, not caring that I'm here.
By your side.
'Yeah, Chun,' I thought, my knuckles turning white as I tightly clench my own glass in my hand.
'Thank God for alcohol.'
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Comments and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated~ Thank you! ^_^