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It was a sunday morning when Wooyoung woke up, head pounding from last night.
Boy did he overdrank. He couldn't even remember what happened before he collapsed. His last memory was this one person talking to him and caressing his shoulder reassuringly while he was on the floor, totally wasted.
Ugh.
Wooyoung preferred not to remember what got into him last night. He got mad over something that honestly he shouldn't have. Remembering it all only made his jaw clench.
/last night throwback/
Since the group had only free time during the week-ends, and being saturday evening, Jongho suggested it would be fun to have some beers all together while playing some games. The rest of the group got excited over the idea, especially Wooyoung who needed to get some things out of his head.
Besides, he loooved to drink, it made his mind at ease, at least he thought it would.
After a while, Seonghwa and Hongjoong came back from the store, hands full with plastic bags that had all kinds of alcohols in them. They then all gathered around the centered table in the living room, unwrapping whatever the boys bought from the store.
Wooyoung was only interessted in the beers not gonna lie. It didn't take much thoughts before he casually grabbed one, opening it with a swift move. He started gulping it down without thinking whether it was good for his health or about how he'll feel after drinking without anything in his stomach. He honeslty just wanted to get lost in his drink. The party between the eight members was going quite nicely, they played some videos games, alcohol games and also this one game where like, you say a word and the person to your right has to say another word with the last syllable from the word that was just being said, and if you don't manage to find a word quickly enough you'll be the one to drink a tequila shot specially prepared by our alcohol king, the one and only, Choi Jongho.
Wooyoung lost like 3 times so he had a lot to drink. He wasn't really putting much thought into this game, too lazy to think. He was now really tipsy. With the previous beers, now adding the three tequila shots in his blood system, it didn't take much time for him to be hella drunk. Cheeks tinted with a light reddish colour and vague eyes.
They were all having fun, all sitting on the couch that created a 'u' form in the middle of the living room, just chilling and chatting with each other. Wooyoung was sat at one of the end of the couch, having his precious beer in hand, silently drinking it, head down.
He couldn't help but to search for San every time he looked up, even if he was trying so hard to avoid him. But he couldn't help it, his eyes were craving for San's. He was drawn to him like a magnet.
But at a certain sight Wooyoung squeezed his drink tighter and felt his stomach hurt when he saw San hugging teasingly Yeosang, putting his face in the crook of his neck which made Yeosang have his confused look, not necesseraly enjoying the physical contact but still patted San's head anyway, focusing on what the other members were laughing about.
Wooyoung drank even harshly his drink, finishing it and crushing the empty can into his hand while wiping off the last droplets of beer that were falling down his chin. He was feeling mixed emotions while glancing over his two best friends cuddling and talking slowly to each other with a mad eye. He didn't know if he was more angry or envious.
After seeing that, he couldn't stand it anymore and decided to get up to get some fresh air. Not walking straight, feeling tipsy while everyone had their eyes on him, wondering why he mistreated this poor can of beer and ran off by himself all of a sudden.
Once finally on the balcony, he exhaled loudly, leaning on the glass edge.
He was so glad they had these fancy dorms. There was a lot of space and rooms, which helped him not feeling smothered by the constant proximity with the others. Don't get him wrong, he loved his members so deeply, it's just that with what was going on inside his head, he needed some space and some alone time.
Infact, the balcony was kind of his safe place. He really felt like he was breathing here, feeling the fresh night wind brushing and gently caressing his bare face as he closed his eyes, it felt so nice. He took a deep breath and put out a pack of cigs out of his pocket.
Yes. He knew it was bad to smoke and all, especially for an Idol. But he felt the urge to. The anxiety was too much. He brought out his precious lighter that his dad bought for him when he was like 15, he rarely used it so it was still functionnal. Started to light up his cigarette, exhaling.
Wooyoung had a lot of things on his mind lately that were stressful to him, for starters, the group had recently made their comeback, he constantly felt like he needed to be his best self everyday which was tiring, not mentionning that he had to lose weight according to KQ while all he liked to do was to eat... and dance of course, that was his passion. It's actually one of the things that kept him alive. He liked it so much. He didn't know what he'll do without it in his life.
But the thing that got him so worked up lately was not something, rather someone.
Someone he couldn't get out of his head, his best friend, his soulmate, Choi fucking San. He was constantly on his mind, whatever the hell Wooyoung was doing, he couldn't help but to picture him. His sharp features, his sweet smile, his fucking adorable dimples that would lightly carve his cheeks when he would smile, his broad shoulders that litteraly made him drool over him, his sweet touch, his warm hands.... his mesmerizing eyes that made Wooyoung want to drop on his knees. And please, let's not mention his hot smoking body that was really making Wooyoung feel weak on the knees, biting his lip just by imaging it, having flashbacks from the training session yesterday. God. That man was so damn hot it was no joke.
While Wooyoung was rambling in his mind about how San was so annoying for being in his mind all the time, for being so georgeous and hot and so so so fucking sexy, he felt two hands on both sides of his waist, slowly grazing his skin through his large hoody, an electric shock was sent to his spine while he looked up behind at that person with lighly closed eyes, cheeks all flustered, completely drunk.
"Hey, are you ok? You ran off all of a sudden. You must've drank too much huh" Says san with a teasing smirk on his lips, still holding onto Wooyoung's waist, almost gripping it.
"Hmm... I just needed some fresh air, don't mind me" Wooyoung says slowly, looking away, returning to his initial position which was staring into space, taking a drag out of his now half-consumed cigarette.
"What's with the smoking? You shouldn't even dare take another drag, it's bad for your health" says San, pressing his chest onto his drunken friend's back, almost hugging him from behind while resting his head on Wooyoung's shoulder.
"Yeah? What're you going to do 'bout it San? Make me stop?" says Wooyoung while smoking some more and exhaling it into San's face, looking up at him teasingly with tinted cheeks.
"Don't tease me..." responded San, almost in a whisper, his warm breath hitting Wooyoung's ear which made him close his eyes and grip tighter the edge of the balcony, he had to hold back a moan. Because even with the slightest move from San, Wooyoung was so weak for it. He felt he was heating up.
"Why aren't you with the others though? You got bored to cuddle them?" asked Wooyoung staring at his cigarette slowly consuming itself, head down, trying to forget how San was making him feel.
"By 'them' you mean Yeosang?"
"W-What? N-No not specifically..." answered Woo, all flustered, having his eyes more opened because he felt busted, staring down at his own hands.
"I saw you looking at us. Aren't you jealous.. baby?" said San, exhaling the last word sweetly.
"Y-Yah! Don't call me that!" replied Wooyoung gently hitting San playfully with his fist, blushing like hell.
"Yah! Don't hit me!" scoffed San with the same tone, grabbing Woo's wrist to prevent him from hitting him some more.
Wooyoung took his wrist out of San's grip and returned to face the edge of the balcony, staring again at nothing
"Am not jealous i just... i dunno i feel stressed out these days with the comeback and all, just thought it must feel nice to be cuddled.." said Woo slowly.
"You want me to cuddle you up, is that it~" said San teasingly.
"Yah!" yelled Wooyoung still blushing shyly, turning back to face San with a fake offended look on his face.
"Come on don't get mad Young-ah i'm just messin' with you," said San while wrapping his arms tighter around the younger's waist, actually hugging him before pulling back.
"Now come back inside since your cig is out, it's freezing." says San, rubbing his own arms together in order to heat them up.
"yeah, coming" answered Woo, putting out his cigarette, taking a deep breath while San got back inside.
Truth is that he really adored this little pet name San gave him, he got chills all over his body.
"My god what are you doing to me Choi San..." murmurred Wooyoung to himself as he put his hood on and got back inside with the others.
But suddenly he felt dizzy, his legs were weak and he couldn't see straight. The room was spinning.
Maybe it was the enourmous amount of alcohol he drank that just hit him, or is it the cigarette that had worsened his state overall ?
He didn't have time to figure it out because before he knew it he was on the floor. The last thing he saw was San coming immediatly by his side.
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And there he was, at 9:42am in his bed, remembering last night events.
God. Why did he had to drink that much though?
Well, at least it felt nice to wake up without having a whole ass long day waiting for him, he could at least rest from his hangover today.
I'm grateful to San, it must have been him who brought me back to my bed, i should thank him later. thought Wooyoung
Well, if i manage to get to talk to him without drooling like a horny slut.