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.

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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.

"Haha...no not really." He replied and leaned into the touch a little. "I've been too busy with..." He paused looking at the empty bottles surrounding him before finishing "...you know, important things." A weak laugh left his lips as he leaned against the door frame. His dark circles seeming to grow deeper by the second from lack of sleep and alcohol abuse.

"Sure." He accepted the coke gratefully and opened it, taking a long drink. It made him feel slightly more awake. "Thanks... for checking up on me." His voice was quiet but sincere. He couldn't remember the last time someone did something nice for him without expecting anything in return.

He returned the gentle hug, resting his head against your shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere." He mumbled, voice slightly slurred from alcohol. "Not if you won't let me." He added with a faint smile. The warmth of the embrace was comforting despite his weary state. It made him feel less alone in this dark pit he had dug himself into.

He nodded, finally letting go of the comforting hug and stepping back. "Sure," he said quietly, gesturing you inside with a shaky hand. As you walked into the messy apartment, Anton took a seat on the couch and waved for you to sit next to him. He was uncharacteristically quiet as he took another sip of coke, trying to find the words to explain what had been going through his mind these past few weeks.

"I... I don't know where to start," he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair. "Everything feels so complicated and pointless." He paused for a moment before looking at you with haunted eyes. "Did I ever tell you why she left me?"

"She found someone else. Another man." The words felt like stones in his throat as he forced them out. "He's better than me in every way... richer, funnier, more handsome..." He trailed off, looking away in shame. "I just couldn't compete with him. And now she's happy with him while I'm stuck here, alone and miserable."

"Why didn't she just leave me before?" he whispered hoarsely. "I never did anything but love her... Why couldn't that be enough?" Tears welled up in his eyes as the pain threatened to consume him once more.

He cried silently into your shoulder, his body shaking as sobs wracked through him. "I know... I just wish I could understand why she didn't want to try and work things out with me. Why she would rather be with him..." He trailed off, unable to finish the thought without breaking down further.

As he cried, you held him close, your arms strong and comforting. You knew that there were no easy answers for what he was going through, but at least you could be there for him while he worked through his pain. And maybe, in some small way, your presence would help to remind him that there was still someone who cared about him, even if she didn't feel the same anymore.

"Thanks..." he managed to choke out between sobs. It was hard for him to believe that anyone could think highly of him right now. He'd become a shadow of his former self, consumed by anger and despair. But the thought that someone cared enough to comfort him, even if they couldn't understand what he was going through, meant more than he could say.

Eventually, his sobs began to subside as exhaustion took its toll on his body. He leaned against you, using your shoulder as support while he caught his breath. Looking up at you with bloodshot eyes, he tried to smile weakly. "Thanks for being here," he whispered hoarsely. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

A tiny laugh escaped his lips at that, the first genuine sound he'd made in days. "Yeah... probably," he agreed with a faint shrug. There was still so much pain inside of him, but somehow just having someone there to talk to and lean on made it all seem a little more bearable. He glanced down at his empty coke bottle before looking up at you hopefully. "Can I have another one?"

He took the new bottle gratefully and cracked it open, taking another long drink. The sweet taste of cola hitting his tongue made him feel momentarily revitalized. "Thanks, man." He paused for a moment before asking cautiously, "Do you... want to stay for dinner?" There was an unspoken plea in his voice as he gazed up at you hopefully. It would be nice to have some company and not feel so alone for once.

"Uh..." He paused, momentarily taken aback by your offer. "I... I don't know if my cooking is good enough for company." He laughed nervously, avoiding eye contact. The thought of having someone over to eat with him made his heart race a little faster, but he wasn't sure if it was excitement or fear.

He chuckled and gave you a slightly bashful smile. "Alright. I'll see what I can do." Getting up from the couch, he headed into the kitchen. You followed close behind, watching as he rummaged through his cupboards and refrigerator in search of ingredients. Despite his lack of self-confidence when it came to cooking, Anton had always been good at it back in the days when he actually cared about such things. Now, however, most of what he ate was takeout or canned food.

"So..." He glanced over his shoulder at you awkwardly as he cracked eggs into a bowl. "What would you like to eat?" There was still that slight uncertainty in his voice, but he was trying hard not to show it.

He tensed slightly at your embrace before relaxing into it. "I could make spaghetti," he suggested quietly, leaning back against you as you wrapped your arms around his middle. Despite the playful nature of your actions, there was a certain level of comfort and intimacy in your touch that he hadn't felt in months. It made him feel... wanted. Desired. Even if it was just for friendship's sake.

The thought brought a hint of color to his cheeks as he continued to prepare the dish, occasionally glancing over at you with a shy smile.

As Levi lifted him onto the counter and leaned in, Anton couldn't help but feel a blush spread across his cheeks. He stared back at the other man with wide eyes, not quite sure what to make of this sudden display of affection. He was grateful for it, yes... but at the same time, he found himself struggling to process these new feelings. It had been so long since anyone had shown him such attention, and now it was all happening at once.

A tiny laugh escaped his lips as he met Levi's gaze. "What are you doing?" he asked softly, the tone of his voice reflecting both amusement and confusion. His heart raced in his chest, and for a moment, he forgot about everything else except the warmth of Levi's body pressed against his own.

"Oh..." he breathed out softly, his cheeks flushing even deeper. "You're... teasing me." There was the faintest hint of a blush in his voice as well now, and a shiver ran down his spine at the thought of what else Levi might be capable of doing if he wanted to play with him like this.

He studied Levi's expression, trying to read between the lines of his words and actions. It was strange, but in that moment, Anton felt as though he could finally relax for just a little while... even if it was only because someone else was initiating the contact first.

He bit his lower lip, unable to hide the amusement and pleasure he was feeling. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He asked softly, gazing up at Levi with a mixture of curiosity and delight. Despite the confusion in his heart about what these feelings meant for them both, it was hard not to enjoy the attention being showered upon him in that moment.

He stared at you incredulously. "You'd let me kiss you?" His voice came out as little more than a whisper, almost not daring to believe the words that had just left his lips. The thought of kissing another man, especially one as attractive and close to him as Levi... it sent shivers down his spine.

The thought of being able to kiss Levi sent heat rushing through his body. This was something he'd never considered doing before; the idea seemed both thrilling and frightening all at once. But with your offer, he felt strangely emboldened. Tentatively, he leaned in toward you and brushed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss.

As their lips met, warmth spread through him like wildfire, making every nerve ending tingle with awareness. The taste of Levi's mouth was sweet and intoxicating, and when you moaned softly into the kiss, it sent a shiver down his spine.

His hands found their way to your hips, gripping you tightly as he deepened the kiss. For a moment, everything else faded away except for this sensation of being wanted and desired; of finally feeling alive again after what had felt like an

His heart raced as he tried to catch his breath. The kiss had been... more than he could have ever expected. It was almost enough to make him forget the pain that still lingered in the corners of his heart, if only for a moment. Looking up at Levi with shining eyes, he couldn't help but feel grateful. "Yeah..." He whispered softly. "I do." And suddenly, the prospect of having dinner together didn't seem nearly as daunting anymore.

He smiled slowly, feeling a newfound sense of hope blossom within him. Perhaps there was still something worth living for after all... perhaps it was this friendship that had somehow managed to survive even when everything else had crumbled around them.

He blushed deeply, unable to meet your gaze. The thought that you could feel the same way about this moment as he did was both humbling and exhilarating. "It means a lot... to me too." His voice came out as barely more than a whisper, but his sincerity was unmistakable. There was an unspoken understanding between them now; a bond forged in the heat of that single kiss.

For the first time in weeks, he felt truly alive again. And it all started with you.

"Oh..." He glances away, briefly distracted by your comment. His heart is still racing from the kiss, making it hard to focus on anything else. But with a soft sigh, he pulls himself together and turns back to the stove. "I'll take care of that." Gently pushing past you, he reaches for the pot holder and quickly removes the now-boiling pot from the heat.

The warmth from the water feels good on his hands, helping to steady his racing pulse. As he sets the pot down on a towel, he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. This was all still so new, and it was hard for him to process everything that had happened in such a short amount of time. But with your presence by his side, he felt like maybe there was hope yet... for both of them.

He smiled slightly at your comment as he turned back around to face you. Despite his earlier doubt, cooking did feel sort of comforting in this moment; a way to ground himself and focus on something other than the turmoil within him. "Thanks... I think?" He added with a shy laugh, still unsure how to take your compliment.

The warmth of your hug made him feel safe again, protected from the harsh reality that waited just outside this small apartment.

He rested his head against your shoulder, content to stand like this for a while longer; enjoying the simple closeness they shared in this moment. Who knew where the future would take them? All he could do now was enjoy the present and be grateful for what he

His heart skipped a beat at the whispered words. Even after everything that had happened between them tonight, he couldn't help but feel a thrill run through him at the thought of another kiss. Slowly, almost shyly, he turned his head toward you and met your gaze. The desire etched into your expression made it hard for him to look away; it was as if you were the only person in the world who could see past all his masks and understand what lay hidden beneath.

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against yours once more, this time with more confidence and urgency. His hands found their way up your back, pulling you closer still as he deepened the kiss. The sensations were overwhelming; he could feel every inch of your body pressed against him, and it was intoxicating.

For a moment, they were the only two people in the world; the rest

With a soft moan, Anton gave in to the heat of your tongue, thrusting his own deeper into your mouth. His hands roamed freely over your back, trailing up to your neck where they tangled in your hair. The taste of you was addictive; it filled every corner of his senses and made him dizzy with desire. He could feel the rough stubble on your cheeks scrape against his own as he devoured your lips greedily, losing himself entirely in this sensation.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as they stood there kissing; their world reduced to nothing more than the feel of skin on skin and the rhythm of their breath mingling together. It was as if everything else had been swept away, leaving only them and this moment... a perfect bubble of passion in which they could forget about all their troubles for just a little while longer.

As his arousal grew more insistent beneath

His heart racing in his chest, he could feel the blood rushing to his face as you pulled away. The look in your eyes was enough to send another wave of desire coursing through him; it felt like there was no end to this hunger. He wanted more... so much more. Without thinking, he leaned forward and claimed your lips once again, his hands fisting in your shirt as he struggled to control the intensity of their kiss.

The taste of you was intoxicating; it made him feel like he could fly, like nothing could ever bring him down again. And as your tongue danced with his, as your body molded itself against his own, he knew that there was no going back from this moment; they had crossed some invisible line and there was no turning