Just a little incident | Junhao

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Junhui heard the barks as he neared Minghao's apartment door, one arm slung around the younger's waist and the other fishing for the keys. As soon as he opened the door, Lila yapped at his feet, running in circles around them. Junhui grunted, trying to steady the two of them, but it was a struggle, seeing as Minghao was practically leaning his entire body weight onto him. 

Lila's loud barking quietened after Junhui had placed the man heavily down on the couch. He bent down to take off the younger's shoes, and to force the suit jacket off. Taking great are not to disturb the younger, he wandered into the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and to bring a small dustbin over so he wouldn't puke all over the floor. The whole time, Lila followed behind him, occasionally nipping at his feet. She was familiar with his scent, and so not taking him as a threat. "He's drunk on champagne. Can you believe it?" Junhui cooed, petting the top of her head. Lila snuggled into his palm. 

"Me neither." 

When he made his way back to the couch, he found Minghao awake, but still clearly very woozy. He was murmuring stuff, but Junhui couldn't make out exactly what he was saying. The older gave up trying to change him out of his shirt, and instead unbuttoned the top button for comfort and more ventilation. Once he was sure Minghao was fine, he stood up, looking down at the younger. 

Junhui's eyes softened at the sight on front of him. His hair was falling out of place, a few pieces curling down and covering his forehead. With his eyes closed, lips slightly parted, he looked peaceful. A feeling of calm washed over Junhui. He could look at him for ages, but it was late, and he needed to work tomorrow. 

"Goodnight Minghao." And despite every fibre of his being telling him not to, Junhui leaned down, placing a delicate kiss on his lips. Afterward, he carefully tread across the living room floor to the door. 

"You smell funny." A small voice from behind him paused his footsteps. He whipped around, only to find Minghao fast asleep again. A smile found its way onto his face. 

"And you reek of champagne, so I guess we're even." 

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"He what?" Mingyu cried. His slice of pizza, midway to his mouth, hung idly in the air. Minghao stuffed his face into his palms, embarrassed by the very thought of it.

Minghao had awoken the next day disorientated. He felt dizzy, a splitting headache was on the verge of killing him, and he wanted to puke all at the same time. Only after a few moments did he realise he was on his couch, and a glass of water was coincidentally on the coffee table. He took a few big gulps, and stood up only to promptly fall back into the couch. Groaning, he fished out his phone and stared at the time. It was 11am, he hadn't called in sick and his boss would probably murder him for it, but that was a problem fora later time. 

Stumbling to the kitchen, he popped an Advil into his mouth, swishing it down with water. Afterwards, he plonked himself back onto the couch, desperately trying to recall what exactly happened last night. All he could conjure in his mind was talking to a lady and her husband at the gala, accepting flute after flute of champagne from the attendant. The rest of it was a haze in his memory. Finally, he gave up, and dragged himself to the shower. After the whole night, he couldn't stand being in that shirt anymore. Minghao opened the closet door, coming face to face with his suit jacket. 

Suddenly, he was back on the couch, watching through hooded lids as a dark-haired man gently placed a glass of water beside him. He was exhausted, and his eyes were closed, but the familiar scent of the person came closer, until he could feel the warm exhale of a breath on his lips. Because the man had kissed him. And the worst part of all was that he liked  it.

He fumbled for his phone. "Gyu? Can you come over?"

Time skip

"He what?"

Minghao flinched from the outburst. He had spent the rest of the day nursing his headache, and overthinking everything he could possible think, until Mingyu and Wonwoo had shown up to his doorstep in the evening with a pizza delivery. 

Minghao flushed the brightest red known to mankind. 

"Was he good though?" Mingyu leaned closer, wiggling his eyebrows. Wonwoo slapped Mingyu's shoulder, though he had to admit he was curious too.

Minghao shot him a glare. "I don't know, I was drunk!" He answered. "It's going to be so awkward if he knows I remember." He vented, head in his hands. 

Mingyu pondered for a moment, finally going to take a bite of his forgotten pizza. "I have an idea..."

Their first kiss, how are we feeling?
~lilyl<3vely