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Hyunjin is in the kitchen getting a glass of water when he suddenly hears the lock on their dorm door being unlocked and opened. His heart rate picks up immediately and his mind turns on panic mode, going in a frenzy. It’s nearly three in the morning, so everyone’s asleep already. He just randomly woke up and wanted some water, damn it! He doesn’t want to deal with a burglar at three A.M.! He’s not ready to die!
He looks around the kitchen - in complete dark, by the way - for anything he can use as a weapon to defend himself. Across from him, he thinks he sees a stand holding a set of knives, so he quickly reaches over and grabs what he believes to be the biggest, sharpest one. He then runs over to the side of the entrance door to the kitchen to lean against the wall.
He hears the maybe-robber come in and close the door behind them, locking it back. “Why are they locking the door back? ” He thinks. “Is it a murderer!? Do they plan on killing us all!? ” His heart begins to race even more at his overthought suspensions.
Quickly, he takes a look into the living room to see where the burglar-slash-potential-assassinator could be and-
Hold on a God damn second. That’s...not a robber.
That’s Chan.
Hyunjin releases a whimper and drops the knife to the ground in relief. “Oh, my God.”
Suddenly the light in the kitchen flicks on and he’s staring face-to-face with who he thought was going to end his life for once and for all.
“Hyunjin? What are you doing?” Chan asks and looks down on the floor. “God, is that a knife? What the hell, Hyunjin?” Chan picks up the knife and looks back at Hyunjin.
“Hyung,” he whines, “I thought you were a murderer coming to kill us all! I panicked! You scared me so bad!” He throws his arms around Chan after the elder places the knife back in its respected spot.
Chan just laughs and pats Hyunjin’s back. “I’m sorry, little brother. I hadn’t meant to scare you. Didn’t think anyone would be awake right now,” he explains, walking with Hyunjin into the living room after turning the light off in the kitchen
Hyunjin lets go of Chan to turn on the living room’s lamp light and Chan begins taking off his sneakers.
“Wait.” Hyunjin squints his eyes, looking closely at the elder when he stands back up. He notices Chan’s brown eyes are glassy and his face is a glistening rosy pink. He also smells of something that’s musty and unfamiliar; a bit like the soju he sometimes catches Minho drinking. “Are you...drunk?” He asks softly, a little hesitantly.
The silver-haired boy looks at Hyunjin for ten seconds in deadbeat silence before bursting into laughter loud enough to wake the other members. “Please. Off of twelve drinks?” Chan replies with an incredulous tone in his voice.
Hyunjin only frowns more though. “Hyung.”
Chan smiles at Hyunjin. “I had five bottles of soju, four glasses of tequila and rum, two cocktails, and one shot of whiskey,” he lists and ruffles Hyunjin’s already messy locks of hair. “I know you’re worried. Can’t be beaten down by some alcohol that easily, kid.” He lifts up his sleeve and flexes his bicep with a wink.
The younger boy snickers. “Pfft. You’re such a dork, Chan-hyung.”
He gawks and takes Hyunjin into a hold under his arm. ”Say that again, you punk!” He commands and pulls Hyunjin’s cheek as he has Hyunjin’s neck behind his arm.
Hyunjin laughs and begins to rebel against Chan to get out of his grip. “I said,” he gasps, “you’re-you’re a dork!”
From a look on the outside, it would seem like they’re actually fighting. From on the inside, they’re really just brothers messing around and having fun.
At three in the morning.