(FIC) I just can't look, it's killing me 1/1

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As always, this is me messing around with some situations that have come up. Enjoy

Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue. Situation is regrettably mine. Title taken from the Killers "Mr Brightside"

Warnings: AU, morning after regret.

Pairings: unrequited DM/OB, established Monaboyd. 

Archiving: My LJ, others ask.

Crossposted to Fellow_shippers and Monaboyd.

He was woken up by the sound of the phone ringing. Six hours of sleep and he still felt like death warmed over. He wasn't ever going to do that again. Ever. 22,000 won worth of booze indeed.

He winced as he picked up the phone. He really wasn't up to talking to anyone right now.

"'Lo?" He whispered, feeling as if he has swallowed sandpaper. Where was the coke he had been drinking last night...

"Hey! Dom! What's up? Did anything happen?" Elijah...shit. Did the kid realize how piercing his voice was this early in the morning? He would have told him to fuck off, but he knew the kid was making an effort to call, time difference and all that, so he put up with it.

"What?" He asked, not sure what the younger man was getting at.

"You know...last night. With Orlando?" Elijah prodded, making memories he would rather keep buried surface up again.

"Nothing did. Well, nothing good at any rate." Dom ground out as he finally located the bottle of pop on his bare desk.

"Why?"

"Suffice to say that I got really drunk. Got told off hardcore by Sean, flirted with Liv (and got turned down faster than a drunken prom date's dress), threw up in a park and had to drag Orlando's drunken arse home because he doesn't know his fucken address in English and didn't have money to pay for the taxi. And in-between, made enemies by telling people I am in an open-relationship and openly declaring my love for Orlando, while being utterly maudlin with him and Liv... as for the fancying it has turned into more of an irritated affection than anything."

There was silence for a few moments.

"Damn. That was a busy night, wasn't it?"

"Yeah. Luckily it'll be last. I guess now I'm going to have to really look into getting cable and a laptop set up. Or get used to going out to Itaweon and Hongdae by myself."

"..." There was a couple of moments of silence on the other line as Elijah took the information in, giving Dom time to soothe his throat with coke.

"You think it's that bad?"

"Probably. I'm not even lifting a finger to make any moves with them. I have a feeling I'm on the outs big time. I keep forgetting you guys let me get away with a lot of stuff that others wouldn't tolerate one hot minute of. Fuck, I hate being back in Junior High."

"It'll get better, dude. We don't always stay that way and when you do restrain yourself, you're fairly cool."

Soft laughter follows that statement.

"Yeah...Thanks man."

"Anytime. So what else did you see there?"

They talked about the clubs Dom had ended up at and how the scene was. Before Dom knew it, three hours had gone by and it was evening. He regretfully let his friend go and looked around his flat. He really needed to do some cleaning...

Shrugging, he systematically put the laundry in and did other household chores. Once he had finished, he opened a new notebook and was about to start writing when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Dom? It's Orlando."

Dom closed his eyes. Fuck.