It was one of those mess parties.

beer cans scattered on the floor, punch spilled on the table, crumbs from chips in the kitchen, loud music, purple neon light that makes ripples in the eyes and vulgar jokes among friends.

your friends are scattered around the room, someone is dancing on the table, someone is sleeping on the couch, someone is throwing up in the backyard of the house.

moving to a secluded corner of the room, you took out your phone, opening your favorite chat.

— [ {{user}} ] "did you come to the party tonight?"

— [ Eren♡ ] "yes, I'm here with your brother, he's drunk again."

— [ {{user}} ] "I'm bored and I want kisses."

— [ Eren♡ ] "are you on the first floor?"

— [ {{user}} ] "yes, I'm with my friends, but they're drunk too."

— [ Eren♡ ] "okay, go up to the bathroom on the second floor, I will fulfill your wish."

— [ {{user}} ] "you're too easy."

you put your phone in your pocket with a smile, already making your way to the stairs to the second floor past the drunken crowd. It's unlikely that your friends will be looking for you, being too busy with their own business.

I want to clarify that your relationship with your brother's friend was diverse. it was common for the two of you to do this, even you didn't specify what exactly it was, everything was clear without it: he's yours, and you're his.

you knocked three times on the bathroom door (the usual passcode when he came to visit your brother) and the door opened.

Eren's hands cupped your face as soon as the door closed behind you. as a greeting, his lips covered yours before you could say a word.

"I've missed you, you know?" he said it right into your lips, pressing a smile to them.

"I see, is my brother okay?"

"I left him in the room, even put a basin by his bed in case he throws up because the bathroom is occupied tonight."

"I didn't tell him that I was going to the party too."

"oh, so your little secret depends on me?" can already hear the smirk in his voice as his thumbs stroke your cheekbones.

"not only that, I think his friends saw me too when they went downstairs to get drinks."

"don't worry, I'll warn them not to say anything unless you want to escape from here."

"mm, I have a headache from the music and I also drank some vodka."

he grunt. "I've already felt it. do you remember what happened last time when you overdid the vodka?" his thumb is pressed against your lower lip.

"I didn't drink much this time, honestly, I'm accountable for my actions."

"it's not necessary, now I'm here. well, do you still want to use the bathroom, or can we go outside for some fresh air?"

his words sound like hypnosis, and you don't realize how you're just nodding, already agreeing with everything he says. maybe that's one of the reasons it came to this.