-- Forget --
It's been a while since Jonghyun has last downed a couple of bottles of beer, and rightfully so; he's been pretty much contented with his life in general until his girl friend decided to break up with him. As if on cue, he received news that his grandmother passed away. And did he ever mention being laid off from his job being really, really coincidental?
Misfortunes come in threes, people say. Jonghyun hopes that this is true; he can't afford another heartbreak.
"Fuck them all, those fuckers," he mumbles halfway through his fifth bottle of beer. A stranger beside him offers a toast, and he so willingly obliges. He takes some comfort in this because it means he's not alone, and this might spell a probable halt to Misfortune #4.
"I like your choice of words, by the way. Just saying," says the stranger beside him after a while.
Jonghyun chuckles, and he thinks this helps the stranger loosen up a little. "Yeah, thanks. Been having a rough week and now, the only words I know are 'fuck' and 'fucker'." This earns a hearty laugh from the stranger, and slowly Jonghyun finds himself laughing along, the feeling of impending sadness slowly wearing off of him. "Best thing I've heard all day, to be honest. The past few days have been really rough."
"Oh? Tell me about it."
The stranger looks at him for the first time, and Jonghyun sees the kindest pair of eyes behind possibly fake lenses. They're red and smoky, but something about them sends the message that everything will be fine, you can tell me anything. So Jonghyun obliges.
Jonghyun thinks he's just found a new friend.
-- Re-live --
Jonghyun has been developing this insane new habit of drinking on Fridays, thanks to his new friend.
His name is Jinki, Jonghyun discovers when Jinki's ID falls out of his wallet when he pays for their bill. "My treat," he remembers Jinki saying, and the rest is a blur. He'd imagined Jinki walking out on him after that, but the latter stayed with him until he had come back to his senses and had the ability to drive home.
"Who's driving today?" Jinki asks. Jonghyun shrugs.
"Coding. No car. We'd have to get a cab."
"Damn, that's expensive. You know how far my house is from here!"
Jonghyun laughs because Jinki looks so worried about getting some safely. "Well, you can stay at my place until the alcohol wears off," Jonghyun offers. Jinki abruptly turns to him.
"You're serious?" There's surprise in the trace of Jinki's features. Jonghyun nods.
"I'm always serious."
"Oh, wow." Jinki pauses, and silence drags for the next few seconds until Jinki repeats, "Wow!" Excitement soon surfaces on Jinki's features, and Jonghyun notices that distinct quirk of his lips, the upward curve that slowly tugs on Jonghyun's heartstrings.
"So, more beer?"
"Fuck, yeah, more beer!"
The next few hours are spent drinking as much beer as they can, and they stop when Jinki complains about feeling too bloated to even drink water. This time, Jonghyun's the one who makes sure Jinki doesn't throw up all the way to the taxi stand.
When they get home, Jonghyun lays Jinki on his bed. He likes the couch better, anyway.
-- Experience something new --
Jonghyun likes extreme sports and weird things, but none of them is exactly like this.
He's gone out with a few friends from university and dragged Jinki along with him, and now they're playing spin the bottle with some body shots on the side. In all honesty, Jonghyun doesn't even know what they're playing anymore, especially when Jinki finds a comfortable spot beside Taeyeon, Jonghyun's elementary school love (circa Lord knows when).
He becomes aware of what's happening when Kibum nudges him in his side and urges him to spin the bottle. He does as he is told, and surprisingly enough it stops just in front of Jinki. Silence washes over the room for a while, until Minho stands from his seat and starts waving his hands in the air, saying, "Kiss!"
What the actual fuck, Jonghyun wants to say, and he might have done just that if Jinki didn't suddenly appear in front of him, lips hovering his.
"Get ready, Kim. I am going to rock. your. world."
It's an understatement, Jonghyun thinks, because of a few things. For one, he's never kissed a man before, more so kiss him in a manner so intimate and heart-stopping. Also, Jinki has this way of making his breath hitch with every lip movement.
When they pull away, Jonghyun's out of breath and Jinki's smiling silly.
Jonghyun's never been a man of control, so he leans in for a second round.
-- Fall in love --
"He's changed you," Kibum says, a small smile at the corner of his lips. "Not that it's bad, but you know. You're different."
"It's Kibum's way of saying you used to be such a douche, just calling that out," Minho says from behind the kitchen counter. Kibum turns to him, mouthing an affectionate 'fuck you'.
"Oh, you two, you make it sound so monumental. I mean, I've been like this before!"
"But never so sweet!" Kibum quickly retorts. "Never so kind, so romantic, so happy. Jonghyun, he changed you."
Jonghyun would have given in to the urge to point out that Kibum looked so contented, almost like the look he fashions when he watches Bridget Jones' Diaries (or was that another movie), but the realization that has just hit him is much too strong. He shrugs as a reply, biting his lower lip to keep himself from smiling too much. If he doesn't, Kibum will never let on.
"Nah, he didn't." Jonghyun takes a deep breath, and lets the words loose much like a silly confession. "He just brings out the best in me."