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chanhyuk took a deep sip from the liquid in his cup. he had no idea what it was, nor even what colour it was. the house he was in had mostly red lights on, with a few blue hues here and there. it burned his throat as it was consumed but he didn't let it phase him. his smirk never left his face, moving his body to the loud beats. 

he didn't think about it. his body just kept moving left and right, control long lost. chanhyuk had completely submitted to the feeling, to the song, and he wouldn't want it any differently. he just wanted to be loose, to not think at all, to let it all happen with the flow. 

someone was near him, he's not sure who it is. without bothering to look, he leaned in, following the rhythm of the body that barely touched his own. or maybe he was leading the dance? chanhyuk wasn't certain, but he let it be. 

the person - a young man certainly his age, maybe younger - came in line with his blurry vision and fuck, he had such plump lips it caught his attention right away. he knew the other was speaking to him, but with the loud music that echoed in his brain, he could only imagine what had been said. it seemed that he noticed it, stepping further from chan's personal space and almost kissing his ear. 

"wanna refill that cup of yours?" a deep voice spoke over the wild beats. it caught him off guard, but he'd be lying if it had been unpleasant. much the opposite, his tone was enough to bring shivers all over his body. 

what a sexy voice. 

he nodded, feeling a hand cling onto his sleeve. soon, he caught himself being pulled and his legs moved automatically, allowing himself to be taken wherever the cutie in front of him planned on taking him. 

now in the kitchen, he stood quietly as his cup was filled with something clear, it could be water, it could be vodka. chanhyuk watched the smaller fill a cup for himself as well, clenching them together before swallowing it. he did the same, realizing quickly that he had not been given water. 

"i've never seen you around," the deep voice spoke again, tone flirtatious. or maybe chanhyuk had imagined it. 

"really?" he heard his own hoarse voice and it sounded foreign. "i know donggeonie for a while though. it's not the first time i join a party of his."

the other man raised a brow, curious. "huh, i wonder how have i missed you before. you're quite eye-catching."

he took another sip of his drink, fox-like eyes fixed on him. despite being shorter and having a rounder face, it seemed like he was preying on chanhyuk. he didn't hate it. 

"so, are you not going to tell me your name?" it was his turn to ask, cup almost empty once again. his head spun despite him being completely still. maybe he's having a little too much to drink, but he couldn't care enough to stop. he swallowed the rest of the liquid, barely tasting it. 

"it's chihoon. choi chihoon." he opened the bottle again as he responded, putting some on chan's cup, less than before but still more than half. "and you? i'm assuming we're around the same age if donggeon lets you speak down on him."

"jo chanhyuk, but just chan is fine," he replied right away. "we're friends."

"cool. i'm friends with him too."

"cool."

chihoon hummed at it, finishing his own cup. chan did the same, swallowing all of it at once. "you want some more? or is that enough for one day?"

"no. i think there's something i'd rather taste more."

"oh?" he asked, a smirk forming on his lips. he leaned in, just enough to smell the vodka in his breath. "and what would that be?"

chanhyuk didn't reply. not with words anyway, as he tilted his head and kissed those reddish lips of his. chihoon was still smirking, opening his mouth and clinging to the taller man. he tasted like alcohol, obviously, but he could also taste something sugary, so damn sweet as well. it was intoxicating, more than the drinks he's had. 

his head felt cloudy, as if he had learned how to fly. he couldn't think but he didn't care, all he thought was about those lips, the fingers travelling under his cropped shirt, the tightness of his hips as he moved closer and closer, pulling his body as if he'd die without chan. 

he took a quick breath as the smaller man separated their lips, but staring at those dark eyes, noticing how much effect he had caused on chihoon, chan moved his hand towards the nape of his head and claimed his lips a second time.