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Qin watched as Duang left the shared booth they were comfortably seated in, at the back of X's bar, and head to order some drinks for the night.
Qin personally rarely drank, and preferred to ensure he was fully sober on the days they had driven together.
Instead, he'd keep Duang in check, make sure his friends made it alive and bring him home as he sprouted nonsense about how much he loved the boy.
Qin would grumble about how much he hates his boyfriends' drunk blabbering
Both of them know he's lying.
Smiling to himself, he looks away to make eye contact with a smirking Jamie
"Qin-cha.. giving loverboy the heart eyes?"
The use of the nickname and the teasing tone earns him a glare from Qin, and a smack on the arm from Marvis.
Pae just rolled his eyes, shifting his attention to the other boy he was pressed up against, much too close to be friendly.
Soon, the casual conservation starts to flow, and ss Qin's about to head to the bathroom, he sees a girl approach Duang.
Duang, the oblivious idiot he is, nods kindly and points her to the direction of the bathroom, clearly trying to deflect the conversation.
You could've asked anyone, including the literal bartender in front of you. You just had to pick him.
Clearly, the girl wanted more, as she subtly shifted towards Duang.
Qin suddenly stands up, slamming his hands and causing the conservation at the table to halt.
Jamie, being the ever-knowing idiot, figures it out within seconds, and tries- and fails- to keep a neutral expression, as he nods towards Duang while giving Qin a pointed look.
Qin is now officially pissed. He thinks he's hiding it well, but he's really not.
Jamie and Pae give each other a look.
One that says Duang is fucked.
Marvis just sights and slaps Jamie as to remind him to not be annoying or interfere.
Too late.
Qin makes his way to Duang at the bar, and as he reaches for his drink, Qin instead slaps the car keys in his outstreched hand.
Pointedly, squeezing himself between the girl and his boyfriend.
Instead, before either the boy or the girl handing around could do so, Qin reaches to grab the drink from the bartender, and shoots the girl a death glare out of Duang's line of sight.
"This is mine."
The girl, thankfully, finally getting the hint, scurries off.
Exactly.
Takes a huge swing, Qin turns to face Duang and grab his arm.
"It's my turn today."
Giving him a heavy look, he drags his confused, yet turned on boyfriend back to the table, far away from that girl.
He's hot when he's scary.
Duang gulps.
---
An hour later, the vibes of the table had shifted drastically.
Jamie was whispering things to Marvis that had him giggling, while Pae was drooling into Tong's shoulder.
Being on the sober side of these shenanigans for once, Duang made sure to get some stupid photos for later.
As he slid his phone in his pocket, he felt Qin's hand, which had been sitting on his thigh, grab his arm.
"Ter."
Qin looked up at Duang with those pretty eyes, shining as he felt his heart stop in his chest.
The affectionate term combined with that look was enough for Duang to almost combust.
"Qin? Are you okay?"
"Do you love me?"
Duang's eyes widened. Out of all the things he expected, that was not it.
The conservation at the table faded from Duang's ears, as he felt the beady always fucking watching eyes of Jamie on him.
His boyfriend then decided to gently trail his finger up and down Duang's arm, while still looking up at Duang.
Qin giggled at the goosebumps he left with his touch.
So sensitive. And mine.
"Of course, Ter."
Duang stuttered out, as he began to flush.
It was clear Qin wasn't impressed with this answer. He stuck his lip out, pouting up at Duang, as he felt his resolve crumbing
Its so over.
He knew better than to look over at Jamie right now, whom he was sure was smirking like anything, and instead focus on the clearly out-of-it boy in front of him.
Hesitatingly, he pulled on his boyfriend's arm gently, while avoiding his gaze as to not have a heart attack.
"Qin.. Ter? How much did you drink?"
Qin was having none of it.
Instead, he grabbed his boyfriend's chin aggressively, before tilting his face toward him at an angle to make direct eye contact.
"Do you not love me? Why won't you look at me?"
His voice came out almost strained, as the table turned to look at the pair as even Pae woke up form his half-asleep state.
Oh. My. God.
He's drunk
Duang vaguely recalled a story Qin had once told him during on of their late night chats. He mentioned he'd only been drunk once previously before, as a precaution to test the waters, just in case. Duang had giggled, gently sniffing his face into Qin's shoulder, which had earnt him a smack on the head and a half-heated glare.
Quang's eyes scanned the rows of bottles and cups in front of them, as guilt welled in his chest
What made him want to get drunk? Why didn't I stop him?
Duang was dragged out of these thoughts, as he came to realise that had the entire table's view had centred on Qin's hand gripping his face. There was definitely at least one phone out, recording this entire ordeal.
Right. Focus on this first.
Before he could shift him away, Qin, the most unbothered Duang had ever seen him, had decided that this amount of torture wasn't enough.
Instead, he slowly traced the side of Duang's face, his fingertip rubbing featherlight touches.
Qin's eyes were heavy as his gaze shifted to the other's lips.
The grip on his face tightened, as he felt himself being pulled closer
Oh.
And then Qin kissed him.
In front of everyone.
It was soft, barely a peck, but enough to set off the reactions of the entire table, namely Jamie and the now fully awake Pae.
Their screams drowned out, as Qin moved back, tracing Duang's lips gently with his thumb, and leaned in to whisper
"Good Boy."
Duang immediately was hit with a flashback to their first kiss, almost a year ago now, and before he could dwell on that memory or his physical issue, he saw Qin's eyes rapidly tearing up.
Snapping out of his daze immediately, Duang panicked as the smaller man began to cry into his shoulder, his lips tilted just below his ear.
"You promise you love me? Not that girl over there?"
He whispered to Duang between hiccups, his voice slightly slurred.
It hit Duang at that moment that he'd fucked up majorly.
That explained it.
The aggressive attitude. The sudden choice to drink.
And he hadn't been perceptive enough to notice it.
Jamie's expression shifted, as he lowered the camera upon realising this was more than a random drunk moment.
"Ter.. I love you so much. I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. Let's go home, I'll look after you properly and we can talk once you're less drunk."
Duang knew this wasn’t the time to have this conversation. He was going to take care of Qin first.
---
The car ride home was quiet.
It was clear Qin was barely drunk, yet Duang still felt awful about how vulnerable he'd become.
As Duang unlocked the door and lead the older one into the apartment, he felt a hand grab his shoulder.
Giving Duang those wide eyes again, Qin clung onto his boyfriend, causing him to melt.
Fuck. I definitely fucked up
"I'm sorry Ter. I didn't realise how it looked, and I should've been more perceptive. I just wish you didn't feel the need to get drunk just to deal with this."
Duang looks down at the boy, hoping he feels Duang's true emotions.
During this time, Qin had managed to sober up enough and recognise just how guilty Duang really felt. Immediately, he knew he had to console his boyfriend, who clearly thought Qin's anger had been the reason for his tispyness.
"Ter... I'm not mad at you. I know you didn’t mean to. And me drinking wasn't just about her, even though I was annoyed at that time, I just wanted to do it today."
Immediately, Duang felt himself relax just a bit. He still wanted to explain himself, make Qin feel comfortable. But at least the other boy wasn’t mad, or purposefully drunk.
"Next time, we'll talk it through properly, and I'll be more aware on what people are trying to do, okay?"
Qin lets out a small smile.
"Thank you, Ter. That's perfect!"
And with that, he broke out in a wide grin, still a little tipsy, yet he shone with pure love.
Fuck. My heart.
And, if it couldn't get any worse for Duang, the teary boy made a grabbing motion as to signal to be picked up.
Never to disappoint, Duang did exactly that, holding Qin up so that he could cradle his boyfriends face and leave small kisses all over it.
He's touchy when he's tipsy.
Duang reflects, and is abruptly brought out of these thoughts when the boy in his arms bites his lip.
"Look at me."
Duang smiles, shocked, dazed and slightly turned on, as he let the boy hold and continue.
Carrying him gently to the bed, he let him down gently as Duang pulled the covers over the both of them, his hand naturally splayed across the smaller boys' chest.
"Duang?"
"mhm, Ter?"
"I love you."
And before Duang could even break out of his shock to respond, the boy had fallen asleep.
Than night, Duang learnt something knew about his boyfriend. Qin was an affectionate drunk.
Adorable.