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"I feel like it's been so long since we've hung out Y/n"

Daniel mutters, his face blooming into a gentle pink as he watches Y/n comb over his white hair in gentle strokes. He was so elegant to Daniel, even his comb was probably more expensive than his salary he could get at the corner store he works at every night.

A laugh rumbles from the white-haired man

"Come on! it hasn't been that long, you wanna watch a movie? I'll get a takeaway or something"

Daniel perks up at the idea like a puppy hearing he's going to get a treat and it wasn't long before he somehow found himself sitting next to this god-like man and watching a show about... a bald man with cancer?

"I haven't watched a series like this before"

Daniel comments in a weak tone, his eyes weren't even looking at the flatscreen that blared with lore that he'd usually enjoy listening to but the sight of Y/n's long hair spilling down his back, the shirt ,he wore that was clearly an expensive cotton, showing off his collarbones.

"Is making meth really that easy?"

Daniel almost jumps out of his skin at the other's sudden words and the only thing that leaves him is stutters.

"Meth? I mean..I dunno, I've never tried.

He mentally stabs himself, he had zero charisma with this man. But it didn't matter right? As long as Y/n can keep sitting next to him...and.. maybe one day he'll touch him, like a hug? Or more... Daniel wanted so much more.

And yet, they continued to watch that series until Y/n noticed Daniel tired expression and walked the other home. Daniel was left with a deep feeling that this hang-out could've been much better if he bothered to try and make a move on the other.

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Y/n didn't expect to feel his phone buzz a few hours after he fell asleep, he groggily rolls over and checks his phone to only be flashbanged by the bright numbers of "3:00am" against his face.

Charles

Charles

Hello Y/n, care to join me for a drink?

Y/N

Sure, just tell me the place

Charles

Just come over to my penthouse.

Usually Y/n would never say yes to a deal like this, but Charles Choi was simply too much of a good connection to say no to him so now he finds his dumbass sitting back against the Choi's lap and trembling slightly every time the older man presses the rim of his whiskey glass up to his lips and making the boy drink more than his mind can handle.

How did I get from hanging out with Daniel to this?

Y/n's drunken mind slurs in his head, and his eyes flutter closed with his head leaning back and hitting Charles's shoulder.

"I can't drink much more....give me some mercy"

A deep chuckle leaves Charles and it makes Y/n stir against the hard muscles he's sitting on.

ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎

The cool glass is pressed against his lips again, and Y/n's tipsey murmurs clearly either aren't getting to Choi or he's simply ignoring him. The White-haired boy struggles to gulp down the burning whiskey being poured into his mouth and an uncomfortable groan leaves his lips as the cold alcohol runs over his lips and trickles down his chin and neck.

"Charles..."

"So messy, I thought you could take your drinks well?"

Y/n can't help but laugh in a tipsey tone, a sigh leaving his lips as he feels every blood vessel in his body heat up with a strange need.

When's the last time he's touched someone? Maybe Jay a little a few days ago..but when's the last time a older man has had him on his lap? God Y/n's so stupid, he should take his chances and-

"You need help going home?"

Charles asks with amusement dancing in his tone but his voice is nearly cut off by the heavy friction of Y/n's sloppy, intoxicated hips rolling against his. A noise leaves his throat, like a slick exhale of air as his hand squeezes Y/ns waist.

"Aren't you going to regret this in the morning?"

"No. Come on..you can't just lead me on and leave me hanging.."

Y/n's voice is breathy and his hips get a little more desperate, bucking into the expensive suit bottoms Charles seems too proud of wearing.

"I could."

"You wouldn't..."

Y/n holds back the whine that threatens to leave his throat as he feels a growing bulge press against the curve of his ass, his own cock was drooling pre all over his boxers minutes before his hips even started their little journey. Choi seems to groan at the sight.

"You're acting like such a minx... but you're drunk. we can do this another day"

Y/n thinks about punching the Choi he's sitting on, his fingers fumble with his shorts lazily which only made it too easy for Charles to snap his hand away and push the boy to walk to his bedroom.

ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ

"Maybe another time Y/n, for now just sleep"

A grumble is the only thing he gets in response and Y/n passes out asleep on the luxury couch.