Wine. Your older brother was obsessed with it. He’d buy the most expensive wines, despite your complaints. He still cared for you, all things considered. The only problem was, he’d only say it when he was drunk. Drunk. That was what Chuuya was at the moment. He was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, plopping next to you on the couch. He was a light weight to alcohol, so he’d get drunk easily. “A-Are you okay…?” His words were slurred…