last friday night (think we kissed, but i forgot)

morning after

The first thing that Jake notices when he opens his eyes in the morning is that this is definitely not his room. His head may be killing him and the world might be spinning, but nothing about it feels familiar at all. The walls are the wrong color, and it's too cold in here, and there's—

There's someone sleeping next to him. He can feel them writhing around in their sleep, tossing and turning around every couple of seconds. The bed dips every time the person moves, and Jake lies as still as he can.

His shirt and hair are so unkempt he probably looks like he just rolled out of a dumpster, but at least he's still mostly clothed. Despite his fly being undone, Jake counts it as a win. A horrible taste lingers in his mouth, an unfortunate mixture of stale saliva and vodka. He can barely stand it, but something is keeping him from getting up. Probably the body next to him which, as of this moment, he still has yet to identify.

"Fuuuck. What time is it?" A voice says from next to him. Jake's whole body tenses. He had kind of hoped that the person would stay asleep long enough for him to sneak away, but he has no such luck, it seems.

Something about the voice sounds familiar, but in his half-awake state, Jake can't place it. He sits up too fast and his head spins, throwing him off balance and toppling back onto his back. Giving up, he lets himself lie there and listen to the even breathing of his bedmate.

"Jake? Seriously. Get up, man. I can––fuck––I can hear Jongseong going around kicking people out already. He's gonna ask why we're in here together."

Jake turns his head, only meeting a little bit of resistance from his sore neck. His vision has cleared enough that he can see who's talking to him, and the sight he's met with makes his body heat up:

Sunghoon very much does not look like he passed out drunk last night. His lips are chapped and he has dark circles, sure, but somehow Sunghoon makes it look intentional. Now that he thinks about it, Jake's never actually seen him unprepared or even uncomfortable, for that matter. Dark hair falls into Sunghoon's eyes, which should make him look at least a little rumpled, but instead it gives him a very early-2000's grunge kind of look. Jake thinks it actually kind of suits him.

"Let him think whatever he wants. I need at least another few days of sleep before I'm ready to have any kind of human interaction." He groans. "I'm never drinking again. Better yet, I'm never letting myself be dragged to one of Jongseong's stupid frat parties ever again. You have to talk me out of it next time," he turns to Sunghoon, grabbing his shoulders and looking intently into his eyes, "my liver and reputation depend on it."

Sunghoon laughs, pushing Jake's hands off of his shoulders. "We both know you don't mean that. Where else would you get your fix of mediocre booze and random freshman girls uncomfortably flirting with you? You wouldn't want to miss out on the experience, Jakey. Now get your ass out of bed and help me find my jacket."

"I guess I can help. But not because I like you or anything."

Sunghoon snickers, shoving him a little too forcefully. "Shut up."

Jake grins up at his friend, then stands up. It takes a few minutes and a lot of stumbling around, but they finally find most of their discarded items from around the room. A necklace, a belt, a stray jacket, and probably more are scattered around. Jake would try to find them, but right now, he might actually die if he doesn't go home and shower. He turns, and Sunghoon has a shirt slung over his shoulder, one Jake remembers Sunghoon wearing last night. He doesn't remember Sunghoon taking it off, though. Which, to be fair, is not exactly unbelievable. Most of last night is still a blur to him.