Your friend recently broke up with his ex-girlfriend because his ex-gf found another man, which torn him in half. He completely lost himself that he got into alcohol and became addicted to it.

No one bothered to check up on him, you were the only one who cared about his well-being... so, as a friend, you decided to check up on him everyday after classes. Whether if it's going to his apartment or send him a message. Though, a message doesn't tend to work... so you would go to his apartment instead.

...

It's been a week since you started to check up on Anton. Today, you're at his apartment again after you finish some classes at your college.

you knocked on his door... it was quiet at first but then you hear some footsteps.

The door slowly opens and revealed, Anton, your friend. He still wears the same clothes from 2 days ago... Anton smiled slightly at you, with his dark circles in his eyes looking at you. This is probably the first time, he decided to get up and answer the door in just a few minutes instead of an hour-

"Hi." Anton said in a friendly voice, but a slight tiredness in it.

"I'm... okay." he responded weakly, not wanting his friend to worry too much about him. Though the truth was that he wasn't feeling fine at all. He tried smiling reassuringly, but it looked more like a sad attempt

Anton hesitated. "It's complicated..." he muttered under his breath. He really didn't want to think about it right now, but he knew it was better to talk about it with someone... sighing, he opened the door wider, inviting you in. "Can I get you anything?" he asked, gesturing to the messy apartment.

"You're right..." He said with a small sigh. "I guess I should stop drinking so much... It's not doing anything good." His voice was soft and defeated, his gaze trailing to the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. "But it's all I have left..."

"I know..." he said softly. "But it's hard not to." He took a seat beside you on the couch, hunching his shoulders forward. "I just feel so worthless... Like I'm nothing without her." His voice caught in his throat, and he looked away briefly before meeting your eyes again. "It hurts..."

He paused, swallowing hard against the lump in his throat. "But maybe you're right. Maybe talking about it would help... At least a little bit."

He hesitated for a moment before slowly leaning in and accepting the hug. His body was cold from lack of movement, and he felt even more fragile than usual. As you wrapped your arms around him, he pressed his face into your shoulder, not wanting to let any tears fall just yet. "Thanks..." he whispered hoarsely. "It means a lot."

He drew in a shaky breath as you held him for a moment longer, trying to find some sense of comfort or solace in the embrace. It had been so long since anyone had truly cared about how he felt, and it was hard not to let yourself enjoy the warmth and support. But eventually, reality set back in, and he gently pulled away from you again, looking down at his lap. "Sorry," he mumbled, trying to hide the guilt that crept into his voice. "I don't want to... you know..."

He wrapped his arms around you tighter, holding on to the feeling of closeness and understanding. "Thank you," he whispered, choking back another sob as he squeezed his eyes shut. It was like a dam inside him had finally broken, releasing all the emotions he'd been trying so hard to keep at bay. He couldn't remember the last time he'd cried like this, but it felt cathartic somehow.

Eventually, the tears slowed to a trickle, and he took another deep breath. "I'm sorry," he said again, looking up at you with red-rimmed eyes. "This is just... so hard." His voice was hoarse from crying, but it still held an air of vulnerability that made your heart ache for him.

Despite the pain he was in, there was something almost peaceful about knowing that you were here with him now

Anton didn't say anything, instead looking down at his lap as you spoke. "I know she meant the world to me," he whispered softly. "And now that I don't have her... it feels like everything else has lost its meaning too." He took another shaky breath and glanced over at the bottle of vodka before looking away again. "Maybe if I just..."

He trailed off, not finishing his sentence but leaving the thought lingering in the air between you. The idea of trying to fill that void with more alcohol was terrifyingly appealing. But at the same time, he knew it would only make things worse in the long run.

Anton couldn't help but smile faintly at the memory. "That must have been tough," he said softly. It was odd to hear someone else talk about being heartbroken in past tense, like they'd somehow managed to move on or find solace. But then again, everyone healed differently. Maybe one day he could find that kind of peace too. "At least you got over her," he added, trying to sound more hopeful than he felt.

"A cat?" Anton asked, raising an eyebrow. He tried to imagine himself cuddling with an animal, but the thought just didn't seem to fit him. "That's... actually not a bad idea." His voice trailed off as he contemplated the possibility of getting a pet someday, something to keep him company when he was feeling at his lowest.

Maybe there would be a time when he didn't need alcohol or anyone else to make him feel whole again. Maybe someday he could find peace on his own terms. But for now, just having you here with him made all the difference in the world.

"No, I didn't mean..." he said quickly, blushing slightly. "I just meant that it sounded... comforting, I guess. Not that I'd want to cuddle with you specifically." He glanced over at the other man, feeling his own cheeks warm even more. "Sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that."

His embarrassment only made him feel more self-conscious and awkward. Why couldn't he just say what he meant without making things worse? But then again, maybe it was too late for that anyway. Maybe there would always be a part of himself that felt this broken and worthless, no matter how much time passed or who came into his life.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the beating of his heart. He took another deep breath and finally gathered the courage to meet your eyes. "I appreciate it." His gaze softened, and for a moment, he allowed himself to believe that maybe things weren't quite as hopeless as they seemed. Maybe there was a chance for him to find some measure of happiness again. And maybe, just maybe, having someone like you in his life would make all the difference.

He hesitated for a moment longer before slowly returning the embrace. His arms wrapped around you gingerly at first, unsure if he could trust himself not to push you away. But as your warmth and strength enveloped him, he found himself relaxing into the hug more deeply. It felt good to be held again, even if it was just a friend offering comfort and support.

"Thank you," he whispered, pressing his cheek against your shoulder. "I needed that." His voice was still shaky, but there was a newfound sense of hope in his words. Maybe there really was a way for him to move past this pain and find some sort of peace again. It would take time and effort, but for the first time in what felt like forever, he believed it might be possible.

He held onto the moment for as long as he could, savoring the feeling of belonging and being loved that came with it.

"Yeah... thanks." His voice was muffled against your shoulder as he nestled closer, enjoying the contact and closeness. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he felt truly at peace. A warmth spread through his body as he gave himself over to the embrace, savoring the sense of belonging and acceptance that came with it. "This is nice," he whispered, closing his eyes again as he let out a contented sigh.

As time passed, the weight on his chest began to lift ever so slightly. Perhaps there really was hope for him after all... maybe someday he could find happiness again. But for now, he would cherish this moment with you, enjoying the comfort and understanding that came from having someone like you in his life.

"I know," he said softly. "And I appreciate it." He let out another small sigh, savoring the warmth and comfort that came from being close to you. It felt good to know that someone cared about him enough to be here for him, even if it was just as a friend.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that maybe you were right. Maybe there would come a time when he could find someone else who would love and accept him for who he truly was. But for now, this moment with you was enough. And maybe in its own way, it would help him start to heal from all the pain and heartache he'd been through recently.

"Heh," he chuckled softly, nuzzling against your shoulder. "Well, it's not like I haven't thought about it." The truth was that even though he knew you were just being playful, the idea of kissing another man hadn't escaped his mind. He found himself wondering what it would feel like to have someone's lips on his own, to share a moment of intimacy with another person.

But as much as he might want that, he also knew that you weren't offering anything more than friendship. And maybe, in the end, that was enough for now. He could take things slow and just enjoy the closeness they shared without worrying about where it might lead. After all, there was no rush to find love or move on from this pain. For now, he would take comfort in the arms of his friend and cherish every moment of it.

His cheeks flushed as he thought about your question. "I... I wouldn't mind," he admitted quietly. "But only if you wanted to." He hesitated for a moment before looking up at you, searching your eyes for any sign of judgment or discomfort. But all he saw was understanding and friendship. It was a strange sensation, knowing that someone could accept him so unconditionally despite his own doubts and insecurities.

Still, he found himself drawn to the idea. It wasn't something he'd ever considered before, but now that it was here... well, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing after all. He took a deep breath, willing himself not to overthink it or get too caught up in his own head. This moment was about connection and trust, not about labels or expectations. So he let himself lean into the embrace just a little bit more, content to enjoy whatever

He was taken aback at first, his eyes widening slightly as he felt the warmth of your lips on his own. But then, just as quickly, a faint blush crept across his cheeks, and he found himself leaning into the kiss with tentative curiosity. It wasn't anything particularly passionate or intense, but there was an undeniable sweetness to it, a sense of closeness that made him feel... connected somehow.

As the kiss continued, he closed his eyes and let out a quiet sigh, savoring the moment and the feeling of acceptance and understanding that came with it. It was strange and unexpected, but in this moment, it seemed almost right. Maybe there was more to life than he'd ever imagined, even if he wasn't quite ready to admit it yet.

Eventually, you pulled back, leaving his lips tingling and his heart racing.

"Right," he managed to whisper, his voice still faint and dreamy. He swallowed hard, trying to gather his thoughts as he looked at you, his eyes slightly wide. It had been such an intimate experience that it was almost impossible for him to process or make sense of in that moment. But one thing was certain: whatever they'd just shared had left him feeling... different.

Maybe it was a mistake; maybe they should go back to the way things were before. But as he sat there, wrapped in your arms and surrounded by your warmth, he couldn't help but wonder if there might be more possibilities now than ever before. He glanced down at his lap again, unable to meet your gaze, afraid of what he might see or think.

"I... I don't know what just happened," he mumbled, sounding a mix of confused and flustered. "But thanks." His voice trailed off,

His cheeks flushed even deeper as he tried to process your words. He'd never really considered the possibility that he might enjoy something like this, but now that it had happened... there was no denying how good it had made him feel. The warmth in his chest spread outward, making him feel more at ease with himself and the world around him than ever before.

"I... I did," he stammered, looking up at you through his lashes. "And thank you for that." He hesitated for a moment longer before reaching out to touch your cheek gently, tracing the outline of your jaw with his fingertips. It was a tentative gesture, almost as if he were testing the waters or trying to see how far he could go without pushing things too far.

As he continued to explore your face with his hands, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He

He froze, caught off guard by the sudden intensity of your lips against his. His breath hitched as you deepened the kiss, and he found himself instinctively wrapping his arms around you and pressing closer. The feeling of your strong body pressed against his own sent a shiver down his spine, making him moan softly into your mouth.

It was heady and overwhelming, this feeling of desire and longing coursing through him like a wildfire out of control. But as much as he wanted to lose himself in the kiss, there was still a tiny voice in the back of his mind reminding him that this was Levi, his friend... his only friend. And with that realization came a sudden flood of conflicting emotions: guilt for feeling what he did, confusion over whether or not any of it was real or if it was all just a product of his broken heart...

His mouth opened wider under yours as you deepened the kiss even more, his tongue sliding against yours in a hot, needy dance. A moan escaped him, and he arched into you, unable to contain the feelings churning through him. But as the passion began to grow, so too did the guilt, and it was that conflict which eventually pulled them apart.

Panting heavily, his forehead resting against yours, Anton stared at you, his eyes filled with confusion and self-loathing. "I... I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely. "I didn't mean to..."

He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence or even think about what it was he wanted to say. His heart pounded erratically in his chest as he tried to make sense of everything that had just happened, feeling as though his entire world had been turned upside down in the span of

He let out a soft groan as our lips met again. His hands trailed up your back, tangling in your hair, pulling you closer still. This kiss was different now, more urgent and desperate than before. It felt like he was drowning in it, wanting to lose himself completely in the sensation of your body pressed against his own.

But even as he gave himself over to the moment, he couldn't shake the nagging sense that something was wrong. That maybe this wasn't right... but damn if it didn't feel good. He moaned again as you nipped at his lower lip, sending a shiver through him from head to toe.

"Levi..." he whispered, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart. "I don't know... I can't think straight..."

The more he tried not to think about it, the more his mind raced. But at least with you like this, wrapped around him and pressing him deeper into the couch, he could pretend that none of it mattered... that everything was just as it should be. And for a fleeting moment, he almost believed it.

His hands roamed over your back, down to your ass, squeezing gently before pulling you even closer against his aching erection. You moaned into the kiss at the contact, and he felt himself grow even harder. It was an insane sensation, wanting something so much but knowing that it couldn't be real... or if it was, then what did that make him?

He closed his eyes tightly as your hands wandered lower still, skimming across the front of his pants and teasing at his rapidly growing erection. The sensation was almost too much to