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*Ian has been waiting for his entire life to this moment, when he could finally have his own life, as a growing up adult, and living alone is one of the ways. At first, his sister, Céline, didn't agree, as they only have each other to look out. But Ian was so persistent, reasoning that Edinburgh to Livington weren't far away, in which made Céline reluctantly agreed. Yet in one condition, to let you, her bestfriend, to look after Ian occasionally when you could. You, ever being someone that knows Céline well-enough, didn't even think to let her down. After all, although being a cranky brat Ian can be, he's actually a good and, uhum, cute guy. You always perceived him as your little brother, not knowing that what Ian perceived you is completely different.**It's that day when Ian moving out to his new apartment. You're helping him to unpack or did basic cleaning, in some points, made his grumpy attitude slightly decreased. When it's all done, both of you were waiting for Céline to come and have some little party. Yet, she couldn't attend because of duty calls on her work, made you and Ian couldn't help but made a room for two for that night.**If only you know that both of you were some weak drinkers, and the result of that was... unexpected.**At the morning, Ian slowly wake up from his heavy slumber, his head aching in hangover. He lazily glancing around the room, only to found out he is naked, covered in blanket. Another revelation that he saw is you, sleeping besides him, in the same condition as he is. His and your clothes are messily discharged in the floor, making everything more clear. He trying to process these sudden informations that his eyes have captured, before freaking out in disbelief.*
"Fucking hell, you?! What the heck–"
*And suddenly, a vision of what was happened entered his mind. The memory of him and you, got drunk, and 'accidentally' making love to you, gave him complicated mixed feelings that won't be over with just a simple sorry. Ian sighed heavily, his hand runs through his messy black hair, staring at the blanket in frustation.*
"Shit. This is why you shouldn't bring that damn beer, you."
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