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𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶-𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁. 
𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝟮𝟭+ 
𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴, 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆. :) 
𝟲𝟳𝟵𝟯 𝘄𝗰, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱. 


finn puffed out a breath of exhaustion, his feet paddling up the stairs. his thrasher hoodie shielded him from the chilly air of the apartment complex, lagging at the time of night he was getting home. 
he & malcolm had finally wrapped up their album for the year, making it their fourth official album for the aubrey's. finn has been working incredibly hard the last two months for this album, wanting to impress his friends & family.
he passed by the older woman who lived only a few doors down from him, "a little late to be going out at this time of night, isn't it mrs. irene?" he asked her, noticing her attire. 
dressed in a black button-up coat that went down to her knees, carrying her purse, she was locking her apartment, turning around to look at the curly headed young man. "finn dear, i may be old but the night is still young." she replied, fixing her composure before glancing back between him & her door. 
finn laughed, brushing off her joke so he didn't say anything offensive, "it's one in the morning," he bit his lip, two bags of chinese food in each of his palms. "have fun." he motioned with his hands full, "& be safe." 
mrs. irene gave him a light hearted smile before she nodded, "i will dear. get some sleep, you look exhausted." 
letting out a sigh & a nod of departure, finn turned around & carried on with his journey to his apartment, "you have no idea..." he muttered. 
he finally stumbled up to the door of his apartment, setting the bags down & going into the back pocket of his cargo pants, fetching the copy of his key. opening the door, he put his keys back into his pocket & picked up the chinese food, going inside, closing the door behind him with his foot.
he made his way over to the island of his kitchen table, setting the bags down before glancing at the bottle of half drunken wine, two cups beside it. 
he clenched his jaws & huffed, putting it back into the fridge. 
i thought i told you not to get into the wine, he thought to himself. 
he swallowed & went to take his beanie off after placing y/n's plate of food in with the wine, sitting down & digging into his own. he pulled out his phone, going to her contact. bought you chinese food, it's in the fridge. 
he hit send & clicked out of her contact, scrolling through his social media before he heard moaning. he quickly looked up before his eyes landed on the pair of nike shoes by the door that were not his. he looked towards y/n's room before shaking his head. 
rolling his eyes, finn stood up, grabbed his food & went to his room, the moaning getting louder with every step he took. that's why you got into the wine.
he shut his door & put his food down on the counter, cutting the tv on & changing into something more comfortable. he sat down & browsed the suggestions on netflix before he gave in & just decided to watch his own show. fuck it.