Zayne raises an eyebrow as you strut into his home uninvited and carrying bottles of liquor.

You have a little scheme.

Zayne watches as you arrange the various bottles neatly on the coffee table. A wine bottle, a whiskey bottle, champagne, another whiskey—

Tonight, you're determined to see Zayne drunk.

But of course, you don't tell him that. Instead you tell him about your recent interest in alcohol tolerance training— about how surprisingly valuable it is in your line of work.

Zayne doesn't believe you but he has no reason to doubt you either.

"As your primary care physician, I advise against drinking that much."

You ignore him, popping open a bottle of delicious wine, raising the bottle at Zayne teasingly. At this, Zayne sighs but he doesn't make a move to stop you.

Feeling smug, you remind him about how it's a holiday and your day off tomorrow. You are determined.

You're drinking no matter what.

Helpless at your determination, Zayne couldn't just let you drown in liquor. Eyeing the bottles on the table, he sits down beside you. Fine.

"I assume you'll stop once all the bottles are empty?"

And that's how you tricked Zayne into drinking with you. Hehe.

.. .. ..

Need help, doctor Zayne?

He doesn't answer you. If it wasn't for the light flush on his ears and the slightly foggy look in his eyes— you wouldn't have noticed just how drunk he's gotten.

You raise his head and his gaze attempts to focus on you. He's usual stoic features look softer— maybe even cuter.

You've never seen Zayne so defenseless before.

You eye the remaining shots on the coffee table. You take one and press the rim against his lips. Tilting his head, Zayne does not even think twice before downing the shot you give him.

His gaze does not leave yours either.

It's as if he's fully entrusting you with himself. The once stoic and reserved Zayne— reduced to defenseless putty in your hands.

You hold back a smile before giving him a soft pat on the cheek as if telling him he's a good boy.

Mission successful.