LOVE IS GONE - is this an end for us? (junkyu x reader)

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hwamin pov

the boys learned that you could still sing well even when you’ve had twelve shots of vodka in your system.

“i didn’t know you could rap drunk, minnie,” hyunsuk commented. “you should join us for a song”

“i don’t want to be in your song,” you slurred.

you knew you weren’t that drunk yet. you were still in the right mind; it was only the way you spoke that made you seem drunk.

“i can’t believe it’s been so long since you came and hung out with us,” yoshi interjected.

you and the members (except doyoung, haruto, junghwan and jeongwoo, and obviously, junkyu) were all scattered around their dorm’s living room. you were sitting on the floor between asahi and jaehyuk on one side of the coffee table; across you were jihoon, hyunsuk and yoshi. yedam (who was playing the guitar) and mashiho were on the couch behind you, while asahi passed out on the floor. yoshi, with a bowl of popcorn in his hands, was standing by the division of the living room and the dining area. bottles of alcohol and empty boxes of fried chicken were on top of the coffee table.

“i can’t believe you’re not letting the younger ones drink!” you answered as you watched yoshi take his place between yedam and mashiho. “let them have fun!”

“they don’t like drinking anyway,” jihoon answered. “and doyoung is bad at hangover. he can’t drink shit.”

“what time is it?” you asked suddenly. “i need to go home.”

“it’s past twelve,” yedam answered. “hyung, has junkyu texted you?”

hyunsuk shook his head.

“maybe he’s staying at his friend’s place,” jihoon answered. “but he would still text if he did. can we call him?”

“no, no,” you quickly answered. “i mean, yeah, call him. but i need to go.”

“having a party without me?”

admittedly, it was a cliché scene when junkyu entered the place. you froze on your spot, unable to move or even look at him. everyone went quiet for a second before jihoon stood beside you and asked junkyu why he didn’t respond to their messages. the latter explained that his phone had died a couple of hours ago and he didn’t know why he had to send someone a message when he’s coming home, but now he knew.

you chose to stay silent and kept drinking the remaining liquor on your glass while the members asked the tall boy if he had fun on his free day. he snickered and told them they were being too obvious of the fact that the atmosphere has drastically changed. you heard yoshi ask if he wanted to join the group but the boy refused and said he’s had a long day and he wanted to go to his room. sighing in relief, you gulped down every drop of the liquor left on the table, including jaehyuk's.

“who’s driving me?” you asked, standing up (struggling to do so, jihoon had to hold you). “i’m going home. thanks for the drinks. i’ll send you all lunch next week.”

“you don’t have to, but okay,” hyunsuk replied. “i can drive you.”

“eh, not you,” you complained. “somebody else please drive me. hyunsuk is drunker than I am.”

“am not!” the leader denied, attempting to stand but falling on his butt.

you laughed. “sure, you’re not. yedam?”