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"A sleepover?!" Seonghwa exclaimed wildly, slapping a chubby hand against the table and hardly reacting when it sent a shot of whiskey splashing all down Yeosang's lap.

They were all too drunk to care.

"I think you're forgetting one crucial thing, hyung." San interjected snarkily, not at all hesitating to put a hand on Wooyoung's thigh once they made their way back into the booth.

He gave Hongjoong a curious look, fingers wrapping around the neck of a beer bottle that hadn't gotten warm since his time spent in the bathroom.

"Where are these fuckers gonna sleep?"

It was meant to be a joke, a harmless poke in the stomach, because if San loved to do anything, it was to give Hongjoong shit.

But Hongjoong seemed to have the entire thing mapped out, kind of like he always did, and that's how a barely conscious San found himself rooming with Wooyoung for the night, body sprawled across his bed just trying to stay awake while the younger thumbed through his CD racks.

San frowned at the ceiling as another wave of nausea gurgled in his stomach.

"I blame you."

Wooyoung looked up from where he was crouched on the ground, inspecting San's shelf of records.

"Blame me? For what?"

"For this." San scoffed, gesturing maddeningly to all of him and his drunken glory. "You let this happen. You let me fuck myself."

"As nice as that sounds," Wooyoung said with a sigh, pulling himself up to stand in front of San. "You were the one who kept reaching for the alcohol."

"S' not fair, though. You're not even tipsy. You're just... standing there."

Wooyoung laughed, lips pressing into the shape of a smile.

"It's because I barely drank. I've never really liked to."

Oh, San thought stupidly, slow at processing the information.

Everything felt a bit slow actually, foggy and uncentered where things were usually sharp and pristine through his meticulous gaze.

It was strange being drunk with someone else around, San typically just dealt with his hangovers by sitting alone in his room eating (not pickles, definitely not pickles) and blaring hip hop music into his headphones with the lights off.

San wasn't used to putting up a barrier when drunk, which is why he had become a stuttering mess when he first met Wooyoung.

Which is why in that moment, with Wooyoung peering down at him shyly through a tuff of dark hair, San didn't even think twice when he started peeling his jeans off in the most unattractive way imaginable, legs kicking out in front of him as he giggled.

Wooyoung raised his eyebrows. "Why are-"

"I pissed myself." San gasped aloud, looking down at his soaked jeans when he finally managed to get them off.