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A soft, slow-paced knock sounds at the door and Hiyori is quick to open it. “Jun, where were you?! I was so worried!” he says as he catches the stumbling man into his arms. “Ohii-san..” he whispers and Hiyori can smell the alcohol. “Did you get dragged to one of Leo’s parties? I told you to be more careful.” he gently scolded before taking Jun to the bedroom. Jun stumbled and nearly tripped on his own feet on the way, thankfully Hiyori was there to support him. The taller male placed Jun onto the bed and excused himself to the kitchen, where he would grab something that’ll hopefully sober him up. But with sudden strength, Jun grabbed Hiyori’s waist and pulled him down onto the bed with him.
Hiyori flushed, he had never been touched that way before. “Stay here.” the shorter man muttered. Jun was never the type to drink, he was more responsible than Hiyori; if anything, Hiyori would be the one stumbling into the dorm drunk out of his mind. “I have to get food for you, let go!” Hiyori struggled to break free from Jun’s tight grasp. “Junnnnnnnnnn..” Hiyori whined quietly. Jun groaned softly, holding Hiyori closer to his warm body.
Hiyori knew Jun was strong but he didn’t think he’d have to prepare himself for the day he’s literally being trapped by him. “Stop moving ohii-san.” Jun grumbled in which Hiyori ignored and continued with his attempts to wiggle out. Hiyori could feel Jun’s warm body touch his and he didn’t miss the way Jun had a pretty crimson blush on his face. Still, this was no time to be admiring Jun! He could do that later.
Before Hiyori could process it, he was flipped around and was now positioned under none other than Jun himself. Through half-lidded eyes, Jun peered into Hiyori’s pretty, amethyst eyes. Hiyori gulped, nervousness suddenly bubbling at the pit of his stomach. Jun chuckled lightly, “Ohii-san is so pretty.”
Hiyori blushed; he had already gotten used to the compliments on his eyes and yet it felt so different coming from Jun. Jun smiled fondly and ran his fingers through Hiyori’s hair, caressing his face in the process. A soft sigh escaped Jun’s mouth and he rested on Hiyori’s chest, finally falling asleep to the pulses of the other man’s heart. The entire time Hiyori had remained absolutely speechless. He covered his mouth in shock of what just happened; he never exactly believed in the saying “Drunk words are sober thoughts.”, but currently he did. He wanted to believe that Jun liked him too, if not that then at least admired him as a friend.
Hiyori exhaled and allowed himself just this once to embrace the quickening pace of his heart.