#decided that tania calls jihoon hoonie sometimes who knows why! not me!

[thr0ttle]

“well,  wasn’t  it  a  fuck  ass  party?  tell  me  you  had  a  good  time  —  i  dare  you.”  the  truth  is  they  hadn’t  seen  much  of  jihoon  at  the  new  year  blowout  from  a  few  days  ago,  but  that  matters  little.  it’s  about  the  principle  of  it  all.  tania  knows  jihoon,  —  the  same  way  they  regrettably  also  know  minkyu  —  which  means  they  know  that  chances  are  he  was  only  there  because  minkyu  was  there.  so,  point  still  stands;  fuck  ass  party.

their  beer  bottle  meets  jihoon’s  in  a  shrill  clink  before  they’re  tipping  the  neck  back  in  the  direction  of  their  mouth  again,  leaning  in  for  a  sip.  there’s  a  brief  lull,  and  then,  “don’t  be  boring.”  it’s  said  in  a  deadpan,  gaze  fixed  straight  on  him.  but  the  corners  of  their  lips  are  upturned  just  enough  that  he’ll  know  they’re  joking,  just  teasing  as  they  knock  the  bottle  against  his  again.  “say  something  real,  hoonie.  something  for  you.  then  maybe  i’ll  start  sharing.”  two  can  play  a  game.

tonight, jihoon doesn't care about how loud the bar is. he'll take this over 12welve any day. and after the new year's party he had, he was in dire need for a drink or two (or more)—depending on where the night took him. unsurprisingly, there's no one else but tania who would understand why they both needed to drag each other from cars for one night.

he doesn't ask them what they have planned as soon as he finds his seat at the table, but he trusts tania to have a good plan in mind. they always do. his smile widens as they come back with two bottles of beer, pushing one in his direction. he nods in silent gratitude. "fuck ass party," he repeats, letting out a slight chuckle. it's not unknown he didn't enjoy his time at the party for multiple reasons. "you and me both." considering tania hadn't really drank after midnight. he takes the bottle, reaching with his free hand to rub the nape of his neck. "cheers to..." a pause, thinking a bit. "a good year for the prowlers," he decides, raising the bottle in their direction. "now you get to share your hopes and dreams for this year."