Thread: Koketsu ni irazunba koji o ezu (shuichi-kun x mina)

Most of the time, Eiri Yuki preferred to be alone. He hated the boisterous and cacophonous noise of bustling crowds, and above all, he despised packed places like malls, amusement parks, or clubs . Why was he here ? In the afternoon, when it wasn't so overpopulated, he snuck in the underground bar to enjoy a refreshing alcoholic drink to set off his evening. The Blue Moon club was the only place that admitted public smoking in this particular neighborhood, so Yuki lit one or two cigarettes and spent most of his hours there, never coming to realize that this hangout would soon be inhabited by people he wouldn't want to associate himself with. But by then, the romance novelist was weakly succumbing to his overdose of tipsy drinks, worsening his condition by placing more glasses of alcohol on his tab. After a few minutes, Yuki's jacket was slipped off of his shoulders and carelessly hung on the edge of the counter. Plus, the top two buttons of his collared shirt were popped open, revealing his sweat-slick chest heaving underneath. He loathed this heat. He also didn't like the woman next to him. Why she thought she could perch next to him uninvited, he didn't know, but he wasn't in the proper mental condition to really care. The near-dormant section of his buzzed brain was telling him that she was uglier than a deformed hog, but his lips only moved in time to hers. After their messy smooch, he sloppily wiped the smeared lipstick off of his lips with the scarf portion of her attire. She didn't seem to mind, but scandalously explored his torso with her scrawny hands, sneakily attempting to earn herself a pleasant orgasm or two. Her efforts were admirable, but to Yuki, they were only signs of desperation and worthlessness. He rattled his drink for the bartender to re-fill his glass, hanging his head as if he was deprived of physical and mental strength in general. She asked him to dance, but he coldly and completely smacked her away, ignoring her witch-like cries as she fell from the stool. Women were so bothersome. They only made for a few good times in bed, but otherwise, they weren't worth the attention. Besides, she was too clingy. If he possessed the will to do so, he'd button up his flimsy black jacket again, but for the heck of the temperature inside this god damned place, he left it open. When the bartender returned with his filled tangy drink, he took one manly swig and slapped the empty glass on the wooden counter, tinkling the ice cubes inside of it. He probably drank enough to keep him in bed for the next few days, but he felt so damned great. He also needed to take care of his raging hormones he swore someone mixed a bit of aphrodisiac into his drinks . Then, as if God answered his silent plea for help, a familiar voice sent tingling sensations up his spine, causing him to flinch. That voice undoubtedly belonged to Shuichi, but the writer knew better than to believe that his lover was here of all places. Bad Luck did perform in club-esque places, but innocent Shuichi was out of the question. Twisting his body around, he turned to face a ... blond counterpart of his boyfriend, standing there in all of his Shuichi-like glory. What, he grumbled, half shocked with disbelief, ... What the hell are you doing here ? Even though he was drunk out of his mind, he wasn't stupid enough to not notice his changed hair color. Maybe he was being affected by the amount of alcohol he had, but Yuki blinked twice before he mentally confirmed that it was his Shuichi Shindou he was staring at. The resemblance was accurate apart from the hue of his hair.