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[A/N: Sorry if Onion San is a bit OOC in this chapter.. I planned for Keem to be in this chapter, but.. It didn't work out..]
                          
Calvin dreaded his birthday.
                          
Well, mostly dreaded. He didn't like all of the attention or how he had to turn off notifications. Or the crazy shit his fans sent him for his 'special day'. There was a girl wearing him as a hat, a girl who threatened to lock him in a closet while daintily holding a kitchen knife, and a homemade card with 'kys' written on it.
                          
He spent most of the day lying around with his eyes closed, trying desperately to get at least 10 minutes of sleep.
                          
He listened to ASMR, as suggested by a fan. Nothing. He tried that meditation shit. Nothing.
                          
It was all becoming frustrating. He wouldn't see a doctor because he didn't want to be put on pills - something he had wanted to stay away from ever since he discovered his mother's drug habits when he was young.
                          
The day had passed quickly with Calvin replying to the first few birthday tweets from his fans and then doing anything at all to distract from all of the boredom.
                          
Around 8 PM, there was a knock at the door.
                          
He ignored it the first time, but then they knocked again and he found himself sighing when he finally opened the door.
                          
Onision.
                          
"..Hey..?" Calvin said, a bit confused. What was Greg doing here?
                          
"Hey. Hurry and get dressed." 
                          
"What the fuck are you talking about?" 
                          
"You turned 21 today, right?" Calvin nodded. "When you turn 21 you can drink alcohol. Basically, I'm taking you out for your first drink.." 
                          
He didn't know how to react. Of course he knew that he could drink when he turned 21, what he was really wondering was why Greg wanted to take him to have his first drink.
                          
"Why would you want to do that?" He asked skeptically, narrowing his eyes slightly.
                          
"Just go get dressed.." Greg sighed.
                          
Calvin locked eyes with him for a moment before turning down the hall to enter his room.
                          
He picked out a pair of jeans, a long sleeved grey shirt with a few buttons at the collar, and a snapback. He slipped on his shoes before reuniting with Greg in the living room.
                          
"Let's go, I guess.."
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The ride to the bar was silent, neither wishing to strike up a conversation that was more awkward than Greg showing up at his house saying he wanted to take him out for drinks.
                          
When they arrived, they both deserted the car. Calvin followed Greg to the entrance before taking a seat at the bar.
                          
Greg asked when he was asked for his ID, saying something along the lines of 'Well you do still look like a 15 year old'.
                          
Calvin noticed that Greg had ordered a glass of water and something else that he was unfamiliar with.
                          
He slid the mystery drink over to him.
                          
"Try it. It's pretty good." Greg had said with a friendly smile.
                          
Calvin hesitantly lifted the glass before taking a sip.
                          
The flavor was strong. Really fucking strong. The alcohol burnt his throat as he swallowed.
                          
It wasn't that bad.
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By the end of Calvin's 3rd drink, Greg was a laughing mess.
                          
He paid for the drinks and helped the drunken man to the car. 
                          
When he started the car, Calvin was looking out the window, watching nothing in particular.
                          
"Hey, you alright?" He asked, eyes on the road.
                          
"Yeah.. I'm fine.." Greg ignored the word 'fine'.
                          
"Well, we discovered something today - you're a lightweight." He didn't miss the small giggle that escaped Calvin's lips.
                          
"No I'm not.. That drink was just really strong.." He slurred.
                          
Greg chuckled, "Yeah, sure."
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Calvin struggled to unlock the door, his vision was blurry and he kept missing the fucking key slot.
                          
A warm hand carefully took the keys and unlocked the door. 
                          
He stumbled inside, Greg following closely behind him.
                          
He felt warm. Really fucking warm. He had grown used to the cold that had inhabited his body for the last couple of months. 
                          
He was brought out of his thoughts by a rather unfortunate fold in the rug that left him falling to the floor, not able to catch himself in his drunken stupor.
                          
Strong arms caught him under the armpits. "Careful.."
                          
"This sucks.." Calvin said quietly, Greg was still holding him up.
                          
Before he could register, Greg had picked him up with little to no effort.
                          
"What the hell are you doing?" He slurred tiredly. 
                          
"Carrying you, obviously."
                          
Calvin sighed as Greg carried him, absentmindedly wondering if he would be able to sleep tonight.
                          
Greg dropped him onto his unwrinkled bed. He shivered when the sheets made contact with his skin. They were always so cold.
                          
"Are you going to be alright? You're really drunk." Greg asked, unconsciously studying the man on the bed.
                          
"I don't know," He rolled over onto his side, facing the older man. "'m just a little fucked up right now.."
                          
More than a little..
                          
Greg looked down at Calvin. His snapback had fallen onto the bedsheets and his brown hair was askew. His shirt, which was already a bit big on him had exposed a defined collarbone.
                          
Fuck it.
                          
Greg slid his shoes off next to the bed and shrugged off his jacket before laying down next to Calvin.
                          
"Are you stayin' over?" He heard Calvin mumble.
                          
"Yeah, if that's alright with you." 
                          
There was silence with hints of soft breathing and he smiled when he realized that Calvin was asleep.
                          
"..Happy birthday.."




                          
[A/N: Votes and comments (along with sacrifices) make me update faster. Especially since it's the weekend and I'll probably be at work.. Also, I made an attempt at a better summary! Let me know what you think about it!]