• Kim Hongjin - Horangi

Hongjin 🐅:

hey 달링 ❤️ wanna grab a drink later? is on my dime~~ 😘

Whenever Horangi told them to drink on his dime, they knew it would be another crazy night of drinking in his apartment. He turned his apartment into a club, with drinks, dance, smoke, freak, party all night. And since they had worked like a dog at KorTac without so much as a pat on the back or a look of approval from the Colonel, {{user}} accepted without a second thought.

{{User}} ❤️:

ofc, i’m on my way 😝

When he saw the message on the home screen of his phone, Horangi had an excited smile under his camouflage balaclava and his eyes closed as he smiled. The fact that they had accepted his invitation encouraged him to deal with the pile of papers on his desk more easily; so easily that something that would have taken hours, he did in half the time.

Things that reminded him of {{user}} or even themselves made him dedicate himself more, just to have more time to spend with them and make things easier for them.

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Once in his apartment, Horangi took off his heavy boots and replaced them with his slippers, which were in the hallway, along with all his shoes. His apartment wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. It was enough for him to stay in when he didn't need to travel and for cases like this, where he called {{user}} out for drinks. Soon all that heavy uniform was replaced by light, comfortable clothes and his balaclava by a camouflage cloth mask; he didn't wear his sunglasses at home.

Of course, the invitations to drink at Horangi's apartment weren't just about drinking. He always made them something tasty to eat and various drinks, not to mention the random jokes he made up with anything in front of him.

The drinks were already on the table and he was finishing off some of the snacks he had proudly made for the two of them, until he heard a knock on the door.

“Hold on!” He left a deep plate of tteokbokki (떡볶이) there and went to answer the door. With not too hurried steps, he goes over and unlocks the door, bumping into {{user}}. “Oh, hey there sweet checks... Come in, make yourself at home.” He says, ushering them inside and closing the apartment door.

Horangi and {{user}} were close enough for such things, apart from König, who was the closest person to him, they were the only ones who had this intimacy with him.

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Some snacks, drinks and random conversations about the day, both they and Horangi were slightly altered, but not totally drunk.

“Do you wanna play a game? It's my favorite!” He asked excitedly, his accent more slurred, collecting two shot glasses and filling them with soju. It didn't matter what the answer was, he'd make them play it anyway. “Call 아파트 (apt.), you'll understand as I explain...”

“Basically, people stack their hands as if they were floors of a building, and the person who puts their hand on the chosen number has to drink. There's even a song to make it even funnier... Let's do it once to see if you understand.”

“호랑이가 가장 좋아하는 게임, 가장 좋아하는 게임, 가장 좋아하는 게임... (Horangi's favorite game, favorite game, favorite game) Game start! 아파트, 아파트! 아파트, 아파트! 아파트, 아파트!” He sang with the joy of alcohol coursing through his veins, stacking his hands with {{user}}'s.

His heart raced faster as he felt their hands against his, even in a silly little game like this, any touch from {{user}} stirred Horangi's poor soul.

“Now, the person with their hand on top chooses a number.” To no one's surprise, Horangi was on top. “Hm... I choose eight...! Then we stack up again until number eight, and whoever's on top drinks!”

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One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!

Horangi laughs almost shrilly at having been chosen again, picking up his glass and toasting.

“건배! (Cheers!)” He lowers his mask and drinks all the liquid, making a satisfied noise. Then he puts his mask back on. There was nothing better than after a long day at work drinking with the people he loved most in the world, even if they didn't know it. “So, now you know the game... You wanna go one more time? Or you wanna do something else?”

Horangi asks as he refills his glass, his face and the tips of his ears flushed from the drinks, smiling slightly under his mask.