He Stole My Knight • Woosan •

6

- crime scene portrayals are realistically inaccurate fyi -

san gags and grips the edge of jackson's bathtub, leaning his entire frame over the edge as all the alcohol and contents of his stomach burn up his throat and splash against the bottom of the tub.

"wait! i said not in the tub," jackson yells from the doorway, dramatically smacking his hand against his forehead as he rushes forward. there's no use in moving san now, as he would risk an even bigger mess, so jackson just hopelessly plops himself on the toilet lid and crosses his arms over his chest, trying to ignore how fucking loud san is being when he throws up again.

jackson weighs out his options. he could totally leave san to his lonesome right now and not have to deal with any of this or he could actually like, help him or something. he scratches his chin in thought and goes with the nicer option, not because he cares or anything, but because san is going to need a ride home and who better to give him one than jackson himself?

jackson's hand hesitantly places itself on san's back and rubs it painfully slowly. the boy dry heaves so violently that jackson's afraid he's genuinely choking for a second, but he relaxes when san starts breathing again and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. gross.

"alright, shitface. let's get you cleaned up," jackson mumbles as he stands. he hooks his arms underneath san's armpits and hoists the boy up. they stumble around the bathroom until san is finally seated on the toilet seat that jackson had previously been occupying, looking like an absolute mess.

"as much as i want to knock you out right now for throwing up in my tub, i'll let it slide since you didn't get it anywhere else." jackson takes a wet washcloth and wipes at san's face, then at his hands.

"mm sorry," san slurs, eyes closed as a stupid grin flashes across his face.

"drink this. you need to sober up a little."

san opens his eyes just enough to be squinting, and he sees jackson opening up a water bottle and holding it out towards him.

"thank youuu," he says softly, still smiling. he takes the water bottle and begins chugging it, which causes jackson to squeak and lunge forward, snatching the bottle from san's hands with an exasperated expression.

"dude, what the hell?? you're going to throw it all back up!"

san shrugs and grabs the neckline of his shirt to mop up half of the water bottle that had streamed down his neck in his failed attempt at drinking the water.

"god, you're such a mess," jackson mumbles in dismay. he receives a blank expression from san—it's obvious that the guy is gone right now—and reaches past him to clean the tub. the tap comes on with an easy twist of a knob, and jackson sits on the edge of the tub as the water spills into it.

"hwan hasn't texted me," san suddenly says, more to himself than anyone else, but his words echo awkwardly around the small bathroom. he pouts and stares at his lap as jackson finishes cleaning the tub.

"yeah? maybe he's sleeping or something."

san scrunches his face up and shakes his head. no, hwan wouldn't do such a thing; he's not that irresponsible.

"well, you can find out when you get home. let's go, princess," jackson says with a shrug, taking san's hands in his own and attempting to pull him upwards. san stays put but let's out a gasp.

"you're driving me home? oh, thank you!!" he leaps up and throws himself onto jackson, giggling hysterically as they both lose their balance and slam into the bathroom wall.