"I was having dinner with my trainee friends just now and didn't have time to look at my phone."

Listening to Kim Taeyeon's voice on the phone, Choi Yoo-ki's tone was gentle.

"Did you eat so late?"

"Yeah!" Although the other party couldn't see it, Cui Youqi nodded unconsciously, "I'm going to sing together after eating."

Perhaps because of drinking, his tone was serious, and every word was a bit naive about the kindergarten children.

"Where are you now?" Kim Taeyeon was very tempted.

"On the way back to the dormitory, I'm now entering the community."

Choi Yoo-ji's answer made Kim Taeyeon confused.

You should know that she stayed in the dormitory because she was too far away from home, and her teammates celebrated the festival together. He was alone, and his home was in Seoul, and he didn't go home to accompany his parents during the festival.

"Why don't you go home?"

"Because I can't go home." The brain paralyzed by alcohol made Choi Youqi become a question-and-answer.

At this time, he walked into the unit building and did not choose to take the elevator. Instead, he turned into the safety passage beside him, held the handrail and slowly climbed upstairs.

"Why?"

"Because I drank wine." Cui Youqi lowered his voice, as if he was talking about a shocking secret: "If you go home, you will be scolded."

"Moragu?!" A scream came from the phone, followed by a stern reprimand:

"Ah!!! Are you crazy!"

"What should I do if this was caught by the media!"

Kim Taeyeon feels that she can't wait to get to him now and give him a beat.

A minor went to drink or an idol. If he was photographed and put on the Internet, he would be scolded by the peninsula netizen in every minute.

"My friends are leaving the company."

The boy's answer to the question made Kim Taeyeon not react for a moment: "Mo?"

"Taeyon, I'm so sad."

Although I know separation is inevitable, I still feel sad when this scene happens.

The person on the phone was silent, Cui Youqi stopped talking, and the corridor became quiet and the voice-controlled light automatically went out.

In such darkness, he walked up several steps of the stairs, and only the breathing of each other could be heard on the phone.

"Why would you like to tell me?" Kim Taeyeon calmed down.

"Because I promised not to hide it from you." Cui Youqi muttered.

The lights in the corridor light up again, and he continued to climb up.

"Where are you now?"

Kim Taeyeon became gentle, like a kindergarten teacher appearing on TV.

“Climbing the stairs.”

"Why take the stairs?"

"Because you can't keep talking to you when you take the elevator."

"Can't you still beating after returning to the dormitory?" Kim Taeyeon coaxed Choi Yoo-ki in a gentle tone.

"Xi! I want to talk to you in the elevator."

At this moment, Kim Taeyeon, hiding in the dormitory room, felt her heart turn into a softened milk ice cream.

After drinking, Cui Youqi asked and answered whatever he asked and looked straight, and became like a child pretending to be an adult.

Although he was still angry about his drinking behavior, he couldn't help but feel soft on him.

"Are you still sad?"

"A little bit."

Kim Taeyeon chuckled softly, she looked out the dark window: "Would you like to comfort me?"

"Ah~ Ni." Cui Youqi refused sensibly.

Paused for two more seconds: "But it doesn't matter if it's a little bit."

For some reason, the other party laughed again, and his voice was a little itchy when he got into his ears.

"Just a little comfort?"

"Yeah!"

Cui Youqi nodded heavily, as if he thought the other party could see it. The expression on his face was like a Shiba Inu who was scratched to the point of being so good.

"How can I comfort you?"

"Just talk with me for a while."

He arrived at the 5th floor, turned out of the safe passage, walked to the doorstep, reached out to enter the password.

Didi!

With a click, the door was opened and he finally returned home.

"Have you arrived home?"

"Yeah!"

"Do you have milk at home? Go and get a bottle and drink it."

Choi Yoo-qi followed Kim Taeyeon's instructions, opened the refrigerator and found a bottle of fruity milk after drinking it, leaned on the sofa and started chatting with her.

Before he knew it, the phone slipped from his hand, and Cui Youqi closed his eyes and fell asleep...

………

Dingdong Dingdong Dingdong!

A harsh ringing and knocking on the door woke Cui Youqi up.

He frowned and opened his eyes, and found that he was actually lying on the sofa in the living room, and it was already bright outside.

He reached out and rubbed his face, and woke up and felt a headache.

However, the doorbell didn't seem to be planning to let him go, thinking non-stop, which made his brain hurt.

He stood up and walked to the door.

As soon as the door opened, there were the bright smiling faces of Jiao Zhixun and Song Minhao.

"Why is it so slow? It's already noon now!" The two of them squeezed in and stood in the entrance to complain to him.

"Wow! Why is there a big smell of alcohol on your body? It smells so smelly?" As he said that, Biao Zhixun reached out and slapped his nose.

Cui Youqi lowered her head and realized that she was still wearing the clothes she had for the party last night, and she became wrinkled because she slept on the sofa all night.

And the smell on my body also made me feel so bad that I frown.

"I'll go take a shower first, what will I say later."

Cui Youqi turned around and ran back to the bedroom, took out a set of clothes, and immediately ran into the toilet.

After he finished taking a shower, he walked out of the bathroom with a towel. Biao Zhixun and Song Minhao were already sitting on the sofa and watching TV. There were also a few bottles of his home drinks and snacks on the coffee table.

"Why did you two suddenly come?" He wiped his hair that was still dripping.

"Come to play with you." Song Minhao looked up at Choi Youqi, and his face became disgusted again: "But what happened to you? Did you drink last night?"

"Sit over." Choi Youqi kicked Song Minhao's calf and squeezed him to sit down hard.

"Last night, I had a breakup meal with my trainee friends at S.M. I drank some because of the atmosphere."

Song Minhao nodded in understanding and expressed his understanding. Drinking is nothing to him. When he was raping with Zico, everyone would smoke and drink.

Biao Zhixun on the other side was a little worried: "You are an artist of S.M, so there won't be any trouble, right?"

"It's okay, if you find out, you will be scolded at most and reflect on it for a month or two." Cui Youqi waved his hand, grabbed the snacks on the table and ate a few bites, "Have you had lunch?"

"Isn't this just coming to you for dinner?"

Biao Zhixun looked down at the watch: "Sort takeout?"

"OK. I want to drink beef bone soup." Cui Youqi collapsed on the sofa like an old man.

Song Minhao flipped out the takeaway phone number at Cui Youqi's home, "Let's go out shopping after eating."

"What's the point of walking around outside?" Cui Youqi, who had a drink last night, just wanted to rest at home today.

"Christmas! Shouldn't you go out and feel the festive atmosphere!"

"You go together, it's a big holiday."

"Araso, Araso." Cui Youqi agreed with disgust, but she felt very happy in her heart.

The sadness of parting last night, with the arrival of his friend, made his heart lighter and his eyebrows relaxed.
To be continued...