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The slight sweet taste of yakult mixed with strawberry soju hits the back of Saps’ throat as he chugged another glass.
Three bottles down and Saparata still can’t get enough as he cracks open the fourth.
His head throbs in pain as he pours what feels like his hundredth glass that night. Filling about half the glass with ice, pouring what felt like equal amounts of yakult and strawberry-flavored soju (though he knew there was far more soju than yakult), and pouring small bits of sprite.
Saps barely mixed it around as he chugged it all at once again. He already feels sick and his head is screaming at him to stop as he slaps his hand over his mouth, fighting back the urge to gag.
He was moving too quick. Glass after glass he would tip his head back to get to the last drop, making him feel sick with vomit threatening to spill out of his mouth.
Four bottles down and it has only been two hours since he started drinking. He knows he’s going way too fast. Fast enough to get alcohol poisoning at this rate but he doesn’t care. The drink goes down smoothly and tastes amazing compared to whatever this term was.
Losing his honors streak, failing one of his classes, his test scores dropping, and—
“Ueghk.” Saps slaps his hand over his mouth. He was dizzy. So, so dizzy. He knew this feeling all too well, after all, it was the only consistent feeling he felt the past few days.
He quickly stood up and collapsed just as fast. His vision blurred as tears welled up in his eyes.
“F-fuck…” Gripping the edge of his bed, he reached out and grabbed his trash bin before gagging into it.
“Fuck,” he repeated. He hugged the bin and rested his head onto his arms, looking into it and seeing all the reviewers he failed to understand.
His breathing quickens. “Ughk,” he gags before spilling all the contents from his stomach. The disgusting medicine-like taste of unequal amount soju and yakult filled his tongue as he threw up into the bin.
He cried. He doesn’t even know why he specifically chose strawberry soju. He doesn’t even like strawberry-flavored drinks.
His head hurts like hell and all he wants to do is call—
Oh. Right.
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“Soju? Seriously?” Saps huffed out a chuckle. “That shit tastes like medicine and straight ethanol! It’s gross! How is that your favorite?”
Saps looked at Flux like he was crazy. Just hours earlier he told Flux to get his favorite alcohol to celebrate scoring the highest in their math exam.
“That’s because you didn’t mix anything with it dumbass.” Flux sighs as he sat down next to Saps, rummaging through the grocery bag.
Pulling out the bottle, Flux continued. “Plus, you got the original one, that’s why you don’t like it.”
“Blegh. I don’t think I’ll ever like—”
“The original tastes like shit but this one is better,” Flux interrupts as he pulled out a soju bottle with a strawberry on the label. “Also, dumbass, as I said earlier, you just drank it without mixing anything into it!” Flux exclaims, flicking his finger on Saps’ forehead.
“Alright, alright! I get it!” Saps giggled. “I thought I could just drink it though…”
“I mean… You can, it just won’t taste good in my opinion. And your opinion too, as I can tell.”
“Ugh, can we just start drinking already? What do you mix in?” Saps pouts, pulling his knees to his chest.
“Yakult and sprite.”
“… What?”
“Yakult and sprite.”
“Isn’t that gross? Probiotic milk mixed with alcohol that tastes like—“
“Straight ethanol. Yes, yes, I get it.” Flux interrupted. “But if it was gross, it wouldn’t be my favorite.”
“Well, o-o-okay-y-y mister alcohol man,” Saps giggled. “Sorry for judging your taste of alcohol, I should’ve known the great Fluxion Aculon had such refined tastes!”
“Ugh, shut up.” Rolling his eyes, he cracked open the bottle. “Yakult mixed in soju is one of the most common drinks.” He says as he mixed his own glass of soju.
“Never heard of it.”
“Then you live under a rock.”
“Hey! Ugh, just get on with it! I wanna drink already!”
“Alright, alright. Here.” Flux takes a sip of his glass as he pushes a glass half filled with ice towards Saps.
Saps took the bottles and opened another yakult. “Uhm.”
“What?”
“How… What… What’s the ratio of yakult, sprite, and soju exactly?” Saps smiled nervously as he held the bottle of soju on his right hand and a bottle of yakult on the other.
“I mean… It’s really up to you and your tastes…” Flux notices that Saps’ brows furrowed. Sigh “here.” Flux says as he slings his right arm over Saps and reaches to grab both of his hands on his own.
Resting his chin on Saps’ shoulder, he explained.
“Like I said, it really depends on what you like but knowing you…” Flux guides Saps’ hand and pours a little over half the bottle of yakult. “You’d probably like it a little sweeter than me. Then…” He mumbled as he pours the remaining space in the glass with soju.
Letting go of Saps, he wanted to tell Flux to keep holding him Flux reached over to the sprite and placed it next to his glass. “Just pour a little bit of this then mix.”
Doing as he said, Saps mixed the drink and sipped it slowly.
“Huh… it’s pretty good…”
“Told you.”
“Oh shut it!” Both of them giggled.
“It mainly tastes like yakult and only a bit of soju…”
“I mean, yeah. I poured more yakult than soju, if you want it to taste less yakult-y then just pour more.”
“Nah, I like it”
“Of course you do.” Flux smirked.
“Hey! What does that mean?” He flicks Flux’s forehead.
“I just know you.” He smiled. “But, if you wanna know the taste of it with less yakult…”
He tipped over his glass and pressed it on Saps’ lips. Saps slanted the glass and took a sip.
“Blegh. What’s your ratio?” Saps grimaced, taking a sip of his own glass.
“Pretty much 50/50. But sometimes I like a little more soju.”
“Ugh I can tell. You’re gross.” Saps continued to sip his own drink as he rests his head on Flux’s shoulder.
Flux hummed, resting his head on Saps’. “You love me anyway.”
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I do. I really do.
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“Urghk.” Saps throws up into the bin for what felt like the 5th time.
That’s right. Strawberry soju was his favorite. He reached over his bed and grabbed his phone.
+XXX XXX XXXX
25 grueling seconds pass by before…
“Hi, it’s Fluixon. I’m busy, leave a message.”
Flux… I’m so sorry. It should’ve been me.
Saps cried. Burying his head into his hands as he repeatedly calls Flux’s phone number.
I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.
His hands shake as the number of missed calls slowly go up.
It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry.
Saps presses his hand over his ear, as if he could still hear tires screeching and his own voice screaming.
If it wasn’t for me… If I had listened to you…
He cried as he continued to tap on Flux’s number.
If I didn’t drink so much that day… If I had let you drive… You would’ve been still alive.
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