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Kant and Style decided to check out a bar that wasn’t really new to the area, but it was their first time visiting it. Kant had heard good things about it from one of his customers and when Style suggested having a guys’ night out, demanding a change of scenery, Kant decided to bring his friend here. 

There was no lie – the drinks at the Hum Bar were amazing. They were top-tier, strong, but smooth and something that both of them needed. Style was sipping on his cocktail as his eyes were scanning the area. There weren’t really many people there yet, but he didn’t mind it. 

Style huffed under his breath and slowly glanced at Kant.

“I have to say,”  said Style. “Coming here after the day I had was the best decision ever. This place is not too bad,” he said and Kant slowly raised his glass when he saw Style wanting to clink his glass against his, so he followed and took a sip of his own drink.

“Yeah,” said Kant. “Pity we didn’t notice it before.”

“Ah, well,” said Style and slowly closed his eyes, feeling kind of sad that he was already finishing his third glass, but he needed this. Especially after the petty fight he and Fadel had that day.

It was all so stupid, in Style’s humble opinion.

He just wanted to help, but Fadel decided to take things too seriously.

Fadel was giving a new menu a try, but it wasn’t really working out the way that he wanted. He was getting impatient and annoyed with himself, so Style decided to cheer him up with giving him new, fun ideas. And by being adorable, but his boyfriend – the traitor – decided to not listen to his ideas, at all.

Not only that, but Fadel got upset with him.

Style thought Fadel was just joking around, but then he found himself standing in front of the burger joint, banned from entering until tomorrow. 

Tomorrow.

Fadel wasn’t picking up or replying to him, so Style decided that he and Kant needed to have a guys’ night out. Style invited Bison as well, but Bison could tell that this was something that Style needed to get out of his system with Kant only, so he stayed home.

Bison told Style not to take it seriously. Fadel just liked his peace, but Style was stubborn.

“This seems like a nice place that won’t stab you in the back. Unlike someone else,” said Style, keeping his eyes on his drink and Kant rolled his eyes. He knew that Style wouldn’t be spewing so much nonsense if he didn’t have too much to drink, but it was already too late.

Both of them were tipsy already. 

So much for Kant being the designated driver. He would just have to call them a Taxi to take them home. But, it was worth it as the drinks were very good. The only bad part about this whole thing was Bison not being there. Kant’s intoxicated mind could only think about one thing and that was how much he missed Bison.

But, Kant could do this.

Kant was a good friend – he could be there for Style. The fact that the fight was nothing serious made it kind of better as Kant wasn’t in the mood to be dealing with anything serious any time soon. 

“Style, you shouldn’t really take it so seriously. You know how he gets-”

“No!” said Style. “I was nothing but adorable and he didn’t appreciate it,” said Style. “I just wanted to cheer him up, but then he kicked me out of the kitchen like I’m some sort of a stray cat?! Who does that?! I’m his boyfriend. I was trying to help! ”

Kant hummed along. 

“Well-”

“We are absolutely doing this,” said Style and drank the rest of his drink. “Fadel needs to appreciate me more!”

“He’s just too emotionally constipated at times-”

“Exactly!” said Style, whining along and Kant just followed his dramatics. “I need another drink. Why are the drinks so small? That’s unfair.”

“The next round’s on me,” said Kant as he emptied his glass as well.

“Look, I get him,” said Style and Kant smiled because even if Style was bitching about Fadel, he was still worried, wasn’t he? “Coming up with a new menu is difficult and stressful, but I can’t just keep on walking on eggshells all the time. I brought him coffee to keep his energy up? Too sweet. I brought him something to eat? Nope. A hug? Not now, Style! ”

Kant chuckled. 

“Have you considered that you’re maybe just annoying?” asked Kant with a little smirk and Style gasped and grabbed his chest dramatically.

“You too, Kant?!” whined Style.

“I mean admit it – you do have your way of pushing certain buttons,” said Kant, who knew Style well enough to know all about his antics and Style rolled his eyes.

“And Fadel has a way of not appreciating how adorable I am, so,” grumbled Style. “Screw it. Tonight’s about us, no boyfriends. Just drinks and complaining. I have the right!” he said and Kant shook his head, wanting to check on his phone, just to tell Bison that he and Style were having a nice time, but then he tucked it back into his pocket.

Like Style said – this was about the two of them. 

“Then, let me get us another round of drinks!” said Kant.

“Awesome plan,” said Style and smirked.

Style didn’t really know how many drinks he had already, but he didn’t really care. He felt nice and peppy, still complaining about Fadel and now Kant was in on it as well. It was a fun time, both of them laughing over the jokes that probably weren’t too funny.

Neither of them seemed to care. 

What mattered was that Style was feeling better, but there was something that made Style’s ear perk up as he was listening to a conversation going on at the next table. It all just felt a little bit… too familiar to Style’s current situation.

“Khun, I was only trying to help! He didn’t have to snap at me like that. Don’t you think he was being unfair?”

“Seriously, Porsche?”

“What?! I was just being a good boyfriend!”

“You almost got yourself killed and you’re worrying about him being unfair?”

“Yeah, but did I  help with the mission or did I not?”

“That’s not the point!”

“Yes, it is!”

Style was listening while Kant was rather busy playing with the little umbrella of his cocktail. It was pretty, vibrant colours – just like the necklaces that Bison always wore.

And Bison wasn’t here now.

Kant missed Bison.

Such a shame that Bison didn’t go with the two of them.

If Kant brought the umbrella home, would Bison like it? 

Kant was too drunk at the moment to care what was happening at the next table, but Style was listening and he slowly glanced over his shoulders and saw two men sitting next to their table.

One of them looked like he was in his twenties, the other one a little bit older?

The guy complaining – Porsche, was it? Well, Porsche was clearly frustrated with his boyfriend. Just like Style was with Fadel. He was dressed casually, but he looked dangerous, his eyes sharp. The guy next to him was a little bit taller than Porsche.

What was his name again? Khun?

Khun was wearing sunglasses inside of the bar, which was kind of silly and his outfit was flashy. Style liked it – it wasn’t boring like someone else.

“It’s always the same with him, you know?” whined Porsche. “I want to help, but it’s always the same. Stay back Porsche. Let me handle it, Porsche. Oh, it’s too dangerous.”

“He’s trying to protect you-”

“I’m not fragile, I can kick ass,” complained Porsche. “If you’re not going to hold my hand and agree with me, what was the point of even inviting you here?” argued Porsche, looking directly at Tankhun.

Both of them were clearly drunk. 

“I miss Pete, he should be here,” said Porsche. “He’s better at this than you.”

“I wish he was here too, but he had to accompany the Demon to the auction,” grumbled Tankhun bitterly. “Yok’s just not the same without him.”

Style wasn’t even pretending to not be listening anymore, his mouth wide open and he grabbed onto Kant’s shoulder, who was still too busy with comparing the pretty cocktail umbrella to Bison.

“Oh, my God!” suddenly said Style.

“ What?! ” asked Kant, looking around in panic, nearly falling off his chair. “What happened? Do you think this umbrella looks like Bison?” asked Kant, pretty sure he was losing his mind, but Style wasn’t really listening. 

Style waved with his hand and suddenly stood up, with his drink in his hands, and he was swaying on his legs as he dramatically pointed at Porsche.

“You!” announced Style. 

Kant finally snapped out of it, a little bit. He grabbed Style’s hand and tried to keep his friend out of trouble when he looked at the next table. The two men didn’t really look dangerous, but still… It was better to be on the safer side. 

It was already too late, though. 

Porsche pointed at himself, blinking.

“ Me? ”

“Yes, you!”

Style slowly waddled over to him and plopped onto the chair next to Porsche’s. Perhaps Porsche didn’t have as much to drink as Style over there as he was still looking a little bit taken back by the sudden approach of a stranger. Still, Style shook his head and placed his hand on top of Porsche’s shoulder, sighing. 

Kant face-palmed.

Style looked like he had just found his long-lost brother. 

Great.

“I totally get you,” said Style. “Your boyfriend seems emotionally constipated, who thinks that pushing you away, while you’re just trying to be cute and help him out, is a form of love,” said Style and Porsche narrowed his eyes and Kant felt the colour draining from his face, quickly trying to make this whole thing into a joke.

Style was way too drunk.

Kant was as well, but at least he still had some left of what should be called self-awareness. 

“What the hell-” started Porsche, but Kant quickly pulled Style to the side and slammed a hand against his mouth.

“I am so sorry,” said Kant. He didn’t want to get into a fight. “I’m sorry, pardon my friend. He’s just too drunk to know what he’s talking about,” said Kant, but Style shoved his hand away.

“Not true,” said Style and pushed Kant away, again going to Porsche, now grabbing onto his hand in a supportive manner. Kant pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. They were getting kicked out if Style kept this up. “We’re in the same boat, my friend,” said Style, talking to this Porsche guy. “Let me tell you about my boyfriend. I get you because I get the same treatment,” he huffed and glanced at Kant. “Here, hold my drink.”

“You-”

“I try to help him out, I try to be helpful and supportive, but all I get is not now or I can handle it on my own. It seems like he’s trying to protect you, but it’s just an emotionally constipated person, who has his own control issues!” announced Style and Porsche was now blinking up at him. 

Porsche was staring, Kant wanted to disappear.

“ Holy shit, ” whispered Porsche and grabbed onto his hands as well. “We’re really on the same boat!”

“I know, right?”

There was a pause. Porsche picked up a glass, Style taking his own glass from Kant’s hands and the two of them clinked their glasses together, emptying their drinks and Porsche draped an arm over his shoulder, shaking his head.

“Finally, someone who gets me,” whined Porsche.

Style eagerly nodded.

Tankhun and Kant exchanged a look, neither of them looking truly impressed. But, well, this was their problem now, so… Freaking yay.

Kant has been wary of meeting new people ever since he accidentally became friends (and he was using that term very loosely) with the boyfriend of a guy that ran mafia. Not to mention that Babe also became friends with the guy’s brother. 

But, those were just the off-chances.

Just what were the chances that these two were also a part of the mafia, right? 

Kant laughed at his own worries and decided to push those annoying thoughts away. He was there to enjoy the evening, so that was what he was going to do.

An hour later, Style and Porsche were best friends, happily vibing together. 

It was Porsche’s turn to buy them a new round of drinks, Style and Porsche still going on and on about their boyfriends, their half-drunken rants filled with way too many dramatic stories. It might’ve seemed that the two of them were complaining, but if someone actually took the time and listened to their conversation, it would be so very easy to see how much the two of them actually cared about their boyfriends.

“I swear,” said Porsche. “Next time I won’t be there to help him out and let’s see how much he likes it,” said Porsche as a little pout spread across his lips, feeling happily tipsy and Style snorted.

“They wouldn’t be able to last a day without us,” said Style.

“That’s what I’ve been saying,” said Porsche and aggressively nodded. “I help him out, it’s not right. If I ignore him for a bit too long, then it’s not right, too,” said Porsche and he sighed, drinking the last few gulps of his drink and he closed his eyes, massaging his temples. 

“Yeah, and then it’s our fault for being unreasonable,” whined Style, the whole bar spinning in front of his eyes. His head felt fuzzy and he sighed along. “For not understanding them.”

“Exactly,” said Porsche and then he shook his head, glancing down at the glass and he noticed that everyone’s glasses were empty. Tankhun was now scrolling through his phone, while Kant was kind of listening to the conversation, but Porsche and Style carried most of the conversation. All that Tankhun and Kant could do was just sit there and nod.

What else was there to do?

“Who’s up for another round?” asked Porsche and Kant quickly lifted his hand up. “Khun?” he asked and Tankhun only shrugged, but then he nodded.

“Me too, me too!” said Style.

“Great, that’s everyone. Since we’re all here, let me make you something,” said Porsche and slowly stood up, kind of unsteady on his legs and Style narrowed his eyes.

“Hah?”

“I used to work here,” said Porsche and glanced over to the counter. “I know most people working here, so there won’t be any problems. I know how to make all the best drinks. Trust me, my drinks were the most popular,” said Porsche and waggled his eyebrows.

“Wait, you used to work here?” asked Kant, slowly looking up.

“Yes,” said Porsche and rubbed his palms together. “So, how about it?”

“Just don’t make it too strong,” said Kant.

“Weak,” said Porsche.

“You know-”

“Respect your elders!” snapped Tankhun and Kant glanced at him. Oh, right, the two of them were the same age. “Brats these days, am I right?” he asked and Porsche rolled his eyes. “I also want something not too strong. Make it sweet. Chop-chop.”

Kan smiled. It must’ve been nice to have such a fun brother in law. It wasn’t like him and Fadel didn’t get along, but Tankhun was a lot more laid back.

Porsche gave them all thumbs up and slowly walked over to the counter, Style proudly grinning as the other mixed their drinks. It was apparent that Porsche was a pro at this and Style clasped his hands together. 

“My new best friend is so cool,” said Style, but earned himself a slap against his leg. “What the fuck, Kant?! ”

“You have a new best friend, huh?” grumbled Kant.

“Wait-”

“He’s not qualified!” said Kant and Style was rolling his eyes, complaining again. 

Porsche soon came walking with four new drinks and handed one of them to Kant, who took a small sip and a grin spread across his face, stepping over to Porsche and he wrapped an arm around him.

“This was one of my most popular when I still worked here,” said Porsche.

“Oh, it’s good!” said Kant. 

“Told you,” said Porsche and Kant decided that he needed to sit down because he felt far too dizzy on his legs, sitting next to Tankhun. 

Style and Porsche continued bonding over their drinks and their boyfriend problems, Kant and Tankhun chatted as well. The two of them got along just fine, surprisingly. Tankhun was a bit weird, but in a way that Kant liked it. 

“Being the oldest brother is not easy,” complained Tankhun.

“Mmm, I’ll drink to that,” huffed Kant and he closed his eyes, feeling himself drifting away, feeling exhaustion hitting him in waves. He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket and he slowly pulled it out, eyes darting to the screen and he smiled when he saw that he had a new text from Bison, quickly opening it up.

Bison 🐧💕

Is everything okay?

I hope you two are having fun~

Kant hit the reply button.

It’s fine

Would be better if you were here 🥺

Style made a new friend, apparently I am no longer needed here 💔

Bison replied pretty much right away.

Bison 🐧💕

Have you been drinking?

Yeah, I’ll be taking the Taxi home

Bison 🐧💕

I see

Just a quick question – what’s the name of the bar you two are in right now?

The Hum Bar

Why? 

Will you come pick me up? 😊🎀

I miss you, Bison

Bison 🐧💕

Fadel’s been texting me as he can’t get ahold of Style

He’s pretending to be okay, but he’s worried. You know how Fadel is 🙄  

I’ll let him know where you two are, he’ll pick you up and take you home

Can’t YOU come and pick me up? 🥺

I’ll be good~

Bison 🐧💕

Don’t start 🤣

I’ll be waiting for you at home with my arms wide open, mn?

Okay 💕

“Your boyfriend?” suddenly asked a voice that was way too close to Kant, who flinched and quickly glanced to the side, only to see that Tankhun was happily reading him and Bison texting.

“Hey, ever heard of privacy?” asked Kant.

“I also miss my boyfriend,” announced Tankhun, not really listening to what was coming out of Kant’s mouth and he sighed along, closing his eyes. There were tears in his eyes and Kant didn’t know what to do.

Was it a sensitive subject?

What happened to his boyfriend?

“Um, I’m sorry?” asked Kant. “What happened to him?”

“Oh, it’s horrible, Kant!” whined Tankhun and sobbed into his shoulder. “He’s still stuck at work! ” cried Tankhun and Kant’s eyes travelled to the side when he realised that this Tankhun was more than just a little bit weird, wasn’t he? 

“There, there-”

“You don’t understand how tough it is for me!” complained Tankhun. “He’s the best boyfriend ever and I have to miss him like this so many times.”

“Where does he work?” asked Kant carefully.

“He’s a doctor,” sniffed Tankhun and Kant finally relaxed.

A doctor.

No mafia.

Kant had gotten too much trauma, so he finally relaxed.

“A doctor, huh?” asked Kant. “Well, it means he’s helping people, right?”

Tankhun nodded.

“Y-yeah,” whispered Tankhun. “But he’s always busy! We haven’t been able to start the new season of our favourite series and do you know how difficult it’s been to avoid all of the spoilers?! I’m suffering, Kant!” 

Tankhun grabbed onto Kant’s shoulders and started shaking him.

Kant felt tired, but he still gently patted the other’s shoulder. 

“Do you wanna see him?” asked Tankhun.

“Um, okay?”

“Here, look!” said Tankhun and shoved his phone in front of Kant, who slowly smiled and just gave him thumbs up. The guy that was staring back at him from the phone screen seemed nice – a bit older than Tankhun, glasses and all. Handsome. “I’m so lucky.”

Kant sighed and just smiled, shaking his head.

This was quite an evening.

An hour and half later, the four of them were best friends. If asked to, Kant would be willing to put his life at stake for either Porsche or Tankhun. At least in his drunken state of mind, he was convinced that the four of them were a group of friends that was going to last.

What a nice turn of events, huh?! 

The evening out was the best decision that Kant has made in a long time. Style was just in the middle of explaining what he did for a living when someone suddenly walked up to the four of them, interrupting them in a quite rude manner. Kant didn’t know what the person wanted, but the look on Porsche’s face told him that he probably knew him.

“ Kinn, what are you doing here?!” asked Porsche and Tankhun turned around. 

Indeed there he was – Kinn, in flesh.

Took him long enough. 

“Taking you home,” said Kinn and Porsche shook his head.

“I’m not going home yet. How did you find me, anyway?”

“Seriously? This is the place where you two always go-”

“Why are you here?” asked Porsche, trying to be annoyed, but he just wanted to run into his arms. It was a frustrating feeling for sure. But, Kinn looked worried and he was.

“What was I to do? You weren’t picking up, Porsche.”

“Serves you right for how you treated him,” said Style and Porsche suddenly remembered that, yes, indeed. 

“Right.”

Kinn narrowed his eyes when he saw two people that he didn’t know sitting with his brother and boyfriend, but he didn't have the time or the energy. He tried getting closer to Porsche, but then Kant stood up and walked closer, crossing his arms over his chest and he leaned closer.

“Ah, so you’re the boyfriend, huh?” asked Kant, scowling at him, totally having Porsche’s back. If he wasn’t drunk, he would’ve noticed that Kinn wasn’t really someone to be messed around with. But, Kant didn’t really care at the given time and he placed his hands on top of his sides. 

“You’ll have to get through the two of us if you want to talk to Porsche,” said Style, scrambling himself onto his legs and he stayed next to Kant, leaning on him because he felt dizzy and sick.

Oh, this wasn’t good. 

How many drinks did he mix?

“Khun, who is this?” asked Kinn, not too impressed. He was tired as it was, so he really wasn’t in the mood to be dealing with drunk people.

“My new besties,” announced Tankhun happily.

“Great,” sighed Kinn. 

“A piece of advice,” said Kant and walked casually over to Kinn, wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. “You should respect your older brother, mn? Don’t be so rude!”

“Thank you!” said Tankhun. “No respect, whatsoever!”

“Leave me alone,” said Kinn.

“Do you have a rod stuck up your ass? Loosen up, ugh,” said Kant and then he glanced at Kinn again, blinking at him. “Has anyone told you that you have weird eyebrows? Look at that,” said Kant as if Kinn’s eyebrows were the most fascinating things ever, trying to touch them, but then Kinn slapped his hand away.

Porsche was barely breathing, he was laughing too hard.

“Porsche!”

“Present!” said Porsche and raised his hand up.

“Who are these people?” hissed Kinn.

“I’m Kant, the tattoo artist,” said Kant and slowly straightened himself up, trying to find his business card to hand to Kinn. 

As all of the chaos was happening, Fadel walked in on it as well, confused as hell because he truly didn’t understand what was happening. But, at least, Style was there, so he quickly relaxed because he was worried.

Fadel spent hours calling Style, who wasn’t responding. 

Thankfully, Bison knew where Style was, so he decided to go and pick him up. The matter of fact was – Fadel felt bad about what happened and he was there to apologise. He was still working on being better with words , so… He needed to apologise. 

Fadel expected to find Style sad or angry, but he didn't expect this – partying and having fun. Would it be better if he didn’t arrive?

“Fadel!” whined Style when he saw his boyfriend walking through the door and all of them turned around at the very same time. Kant narrowed his eyes, puffed his chest out, ready to protect his best friend, but he was still busy interrogating Kinn, together with Tankhun. 

“What are you doing here?” asked Style and Fadel slowly walked over to him.

“How did you find us?” asked Kant suspiciously. “I didn’t tell you.”

“ Bison, ” said Fadel and Kant blinked.

Ah, right, that was true. 

“Oh.”

“I’m here to take you home, okay?” asked Fadel and Kant slowly stumbled over to him, but Porsche was quicker, now on his legs, scowling at Fadel. 

“Not until you apologise to Style,” said Porsche.

“I was- ”

“Apologise,” said Kant. “You really should. And you, ” said Kant, glaring at Kinn. “Should apologise, too.”

The corners of Kinn’s lips twitched because these people had no idea what happened. Porsche was too reckless on a mission, nearly getting himself killed. Of course, Kinn was going to be worried and upset.

“Style, let’s go out and talk,” muttered Fadel. There were too many people there. 

Style wanted to say no, but then Fadel gently held his hand and that was enough for Style. He melted right against Fadel, tears rushing to his eyes and he threw himself around his neck, Kant rubbing the back of his neck, but this was good – they were going to make up.

Thanks to him.

Kant decided to credit himself.

But, it seemed that Porsche was also willing to hear Kinn out – he hated fighting. 

So, it was all going to end well, right?

“ Watch the stairs!” snapped Fadel and Kant looked at him, looking down and he snorted.

“Oh, when did they get here?” asked Kant and Fadel rolled his eyes. “Thank you for warning me. You’re the best brother in law, y’know?”

Fadel rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything. He was tired – there was one last thing that he needed to do before being finally alone with Style. He was dropping Kant off, but the road there was anything but fast and easy.

First, they needed to make a stop because Style had to throw up, then not even a minute later, he had to make another stop, Style again feeling sick.

It was just… Fadel was tired.

“I’ll throw up,” said Kant.

“If you throw up on me I’ll punch you in the throat throat,” said Fadel.

“You, my friend, need to work on your love language,” said Kant, but Fadel just banged on the door and luckily, the door soon opened. 

Kant straightened himself up and he smiled when he saw Bison. Now, he was finally home. 

“Baby,” whined Kant and Fadel dragged him over to his younger brother.

“I believe this is yours,” said Fadel and Bison just wrapped his arms around Kant, helping him stand up, while Kant was already kissing his whole face, Fadel rolling his eyes.

“Thanks for bringing him home,” said Bison, his little giggles filling Kant’s ears. 

“Whatever,” said Fadel, but then he turned around and Style was already calling for him, waiting for him in the car. “I’ve got to go,” huffed Fadel and Bison smiled, giving him a nod before he decided to drag Kant inside and take care of him.

“I’ve missed you,” said Kant.

“Mmm,” hummed Bison. “I’ve missed you as well.”

Kant’s smile only widened when he earned himself a kiss against his cheek.

"Bison!" whined Kant as Bison dragged him inside, searching for something inside of his pocket. Bison narrowed his eyes, his arm wrapped around Kant's waist as he was trying to keep him standing up, but Kant was making that very difficult on him as he was... searching for something?

"Mm?" asked Bison and then he snorted when he saw Kant pulling out a cocktail umbrella out of his pocket, waving with it in front of Bison's eyes.

"Look, look," said Kant.

What was he supposed to do with it?

"A cocktail umbrella?" asked Bison and he frowned in confusion, but the smile remained.

"Yes, a present, for you!" said Kant.

"Ah... um, thanks," said Bison and took it between his fingers, spinning it around. "It's-"

"It reminds me of you," said Kant. "So pretty and colourful! Like the necklaces you wear. When I saw it, I had to bring it to you!"

Bison closed his eyes and he shook his head.

Ah, Kant...

"Do you like it?" asked Kant, the pout on his lips already, leaning closer. That puppy-eyed look. Bison was such a sucker for it. 

"I love it," said Bison and Kant looked way too happy with himself. Such a dork, Bison's dork. 

"I love you too," said Kant and hummed a melody that he heard at the Hum Bar before as he followed obediently Bison, who slowly dragged him to the bedroom.

Kant really needed to lay down, but this was...

Good. 

This evening was pretty nice.