Drunken people are fun

Yixing was sitting on the bar and drinking one glass after another. No matter how much he drank, he couldn't get away from the taste of those two girls. Nothing could erase it, no matter how spicy the alcohol was.

He still felt it.

And it made him sick.

What made him sick even more, was the message that was on his phone, from his father. Praising his skills, and how good-behaved son he was.

He started sliding on the stool, not caring if he fell down. Someone came at him from behind and caught him. Even in Yixing's half-drunken state, he could say that the voice of this person was really nice. More than nice. It made every nerve inside his body vibrate.

It was the first time ever that something like that happened. Yixing wanted to turn around to see the face the voice belonged to, but his head spun around the moment he raised his head from the counter.

"I-..." he tried to ask for a name or something, but he didn't know how. He was far more drunk than he thought. His thoughts were hazy, focusing only on the voice.

"Do you have someone to take care of you?" the person asked him once more the same question. A weird warmness sprawled in Yixing's chest and made him calm down.

"...alone…" Yixing hiccuped and really thought about how to turn around. He wanted to see if the face was so handsome as the voice sounded.

"I will borrow your phone and call someone, okay?" Yixing felt hands sliding down his body, reaching into his pockets, and he got goosebumps.

It might have been because of the sheer difference between this person and those girls, or not. But his body's reaction couldn't be something he could ignore. It was getting out of hand.

He could feel the breath of the man close to his neck, and the fresh and sweet smell totally intoxicated his senses. He couldn't think about anything else than this person.

"No, sorry, I found your son in the bar. Yes, can you send someone? No problem." Yixing couldn't grasp the entire meaning of those words, but the voice was enough for him to find remaining strength.

He slowly got up from the counter and he felt strong hands helping him out. He turned around just in time to see the blurry and doubled image of… well… it was a male with black hair. That was all Yixing could tell before he got dizzy again and his body got heavy.

Suddenly he felt his eyes were closing down and he could only see the inside of his eyes before his brain shut down completely.

***

"Where is that idiot!" Yixing was slowly coming to himself when he heard loud yelling coming to his room. The door was slammed open and his father came inside without waiting for anything.

Yixing just managed to sit up when water was splashed into his face. It stunned him so much; he was speechless. He looked at his father with confusion, water dripping down his face. The young maid standing behind his father blushed and Yixing noticed it. He frowned and couldn't recall exactly what happened yesterday, how did he get home, or anything.

"What happened? I think I served those two perfectly, didn't I?" he asked, still astonished by the events that just happened.

"This is not about the girls! This is about how drunk you got!" his father shouted and slammed the door behind him, shutting out the servants that were grouped by the doors.

"Drunk?" Yixing really couldn't recall anything that happened back there, after he had his first glass in the bar. How did he get home?

"You should be glad I paid off those hyenas to not follow you, because of those girls. If you picked any other day to get yourself so wasted, I would disown you!" his father kept yelling and Yixing had to collect every piece of his self-control to keep his face straight.

"I knew they weren't following me, that's why I did," he said after a while, not able to take it anymore. His father's face just got into an extreme shadow of purple and he looked like exploding at any time.

"What did you just say?! You did it voluntarily? You wanted it?!" He took three steps closer to Yixing's bed when he was still sitting up.

"You little piece of worthless shit! How dare you try to damage our family's reputation?! You should be glad the person didn't recognize you and called me directly! Otherwise, my name would be dragged in dirt, saying I can't bring up children!" Li Yechao was screaming on top of his lungs. For Yixing, he was just overly dramatic. So, he got wasted, so what? Did the planet stopped spinning?

"Dragged in the dirt because of me? Are you kidding? Your pictures are plastered in the newspaper almost every two weeks with some fresh faces… It's not because of me that our family reputation would be damaged!" Yixing couldn't take it and just erupted.

He had enough of being the bad one; he did everything he could.

"How dare you to talk to me like this! I wasn't feeding you for you to be talking to me like this!" He was now one step away from Yixing. But he wasn't scared of him. What could he do the worse?

"Yeah, you raised me to be your toy!" he shouted and jerked up a bit. What followed, Yixing didn't expect.

His father made that one remaining step. He extended his hand and slapped him. The loud noise resonating in the quiet room.

"Shut up, or get the hell out of my house!" Yechao yelled and stomped away from the room, slamming the door open in the process. He actually slammed them so hard it made a dent in the wall.

Yixing was sitting there, totally stunned. He raised his hand to his cheeks and touched the singing place. It was the first time ever, he got slapped… first time… ever.