✔︎𝖢𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗇 ░ 𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚

I

"Oh... Fuck..." A blistering, pounding headache was what a grumpy, hungover Jisung awoke to in the late afternoon the following day. For a guy who thought he only had a few drinks last night, he definitely looked and knew he had gone way overboard his limits. What could he say? He did like his beer and maybe a naughty shot of soju or two.

A massive groan left his lips as he attempted to roll onto his other side but failed miserably as he instead went tumbling to the floor instead. When he collapsed onto the carpet, it clicked with his foggy brain that he hadn't been stranded at the house party until morning but he had actually been taken back home for once. Normally he just got left behind, especially when none of his friends were sober enough to remember him as they left.

"Oh, shit— Sung was that you?" Someone's voice called out from what Jisung could vaguely map out as probably being the kitchen. It sounded like Hyunjin and when said man peered his head around the kitchen doorway with a phone near his ear, Jisung's thoughts were confirmed.

"Yeah..." He grumbled out in response before struggling his way back on the sofa, flopping down on his back and flinging an arm over his eyes to block out the light. It was making his headache worse.

"Okay, I'll get you a glass of water in a minute, I'm on the phone with Channie hyung." Hyunjin plainly responded and Jisung gave him a brief nod. It was weird. He remembered everything from last night, including that kiss they had yet his roommate was acting as if nothing happened. Like nothing was wrong. It's not that kissing homies was wrong or anything, Jisung might be completely straight but he wasn't an asshole, it was just... Jeeze, he doesn't even know how to put it into words. As much as he loved his Heineken, maybe he was pushing the blame onto that beer today for his bad cognitive abilities. Fair is fair, right?

Jisung tried not to dwell on the thought of last night's events, even thinking about when Chan and Jeongin's turn of gay chicken happened made his brain cells cry out in pain. Those two were so awkward and giggly, but oddly enough were willing to do everything suggested despite their nerves and outbursts of 'nOo wE cAnT dO tHaT' before proceeding to do it anyway. To be frank, Jisung has been suspecting for the longest time that those two had a thing for each other to the point he wouldn't be at all surprised if they started dating or something. Hell, everyone else was dating, might as well add to the pile and leave Jisung out here in the dust.

Some footsteps came from the kitchen and Jisung perked up. Well, perked up as much as he could when so mentally dead from his hangover headache. He leaned over to watch Hyunjin come over, a glass of water in one hand and a phone in the other.

"Mhm, okay... I'll try telling him. Bye, bye." Hyunjin said, wrapping up the conversation on the phone and ending the call. The phone was discarded on the coffee table and then all the attention was placed on Jisung who was grateful to be waited on. He chugged the glass of water down with ease and popped it on the table, thankful for the drink while his roommate scooted around to sit on the sofa too. "How are you feeling on a scale of Minho turning on the air fryer to Jeongin getting everything he wants?"

"Uh... About Changbin when he opens his curtains..." Jisung wetly chuckled, his throat still felt oddly dry despite the water he had chugged down. And for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to look Hyunjin in the eyes. He was too scared his face would glow bright red like last night, not that he was feeling anything towards his roommate - that would be weird! He's straight, he's straight, he's straight, he doesn't like boys at all. Okay, maybe that's a bit far, he does like boys but not in that way. Right? Goodness, he doesn't know and this kind of thinking is way too intense for his poor hungover brain to even attempt to make sense of right now.

"Gotcha. Is there anything you need? I can make soup, get some blankets, films, provide cuddles, kisses—"

"WOAH WE ARE NOT GOING THERE!" Jisung bursted out, scrambling away from his roommate towards the other end of the sofa. He wanted to slap himself for how hot his face was and how fast his heart was beating at the mention of kissing. Well, not just kissing. It was kissing Hyunjin. Why was it making him so jittery? They were just roommates. Straight roommates at that. Hyunjin wasn't gay and neither was he. It was just banter, that's what friends do. That stupidly gorgeous Hyunjin was just trying to rile him up and he may have overreacted. Why did he take it so literally? Of course that beautiful man wouldn't want to kiss him.

Wait. Has he been complimenting his roommates looks this whole time?

Fuck.

Blame it on the hangover.

"Ahaha, so no kissing... But cuddles, blankets, a film and some soup works?" Hyunjin giggled and damn his laughter was so pretty. It wasn't fair at all, maybe Jisung found it just a teensy bit attractive. Straight guys are allowed to find fellow lads hot. That's all it was. Nothing else. He isn't gay, he isn't gay, he swears he isn't gay.

"Y-yeah..."

"Cool, I'll be back in a min, get cosy you little squirrel."

And with that, Hyunjin left the room in search of blankets and whatever else. Honestly, Jisung had kind of forgotten what his roommate suggested, he wasn't listening in the slightest. All he had gotten from their short conversation was several confusing thoughts about himself, who he actually was. And even worse...

Maybe he did kind of wanted to kiss Hyunjin too.