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❥ drunken confessions. (pt. 1)

requested by @meenarii ... no pictures bc it been buggy lately hehe sorry. i part two this bc i made it so long for no reason... why did i make it so long 🥲

soobin
- stumbling to your doorstep, soaked in the downpour, he couldn't even tell if he was at the right address. instead of his fingers, his forehead is what rings the doorbell. you're practically on the brink of plummeting into the dark, leaving everything you've worked for behind. not expecting this night to change anything, you opened the door.
- seeing your face, the sound of his heartbeat is just as loud as the rain drenching his clothes, his hair, and his drunken smile. he forgot why he came here but even so, he fell into your arms.
- you struggled to get him on the couch since it wasn't very often he comes over here, wasted and laughing hysterically for no particular reason. you asked why he came over, he says he doesn't know. you ask why he came specifically to you, and he says, "...i might know." you're intrigued. despite the universe's harshness on you these past weeks, it doesn't push away your curiosity. you ask what exactly he might know. he takes a moment to think, only to break this silence with a, "...i don't know."
- you sigh in disappointment, saying nothing before you go to get a glass of ice cold water for him. you know it won't sober him up, but you don't have 16 shots of espresso lying somewhere around your house, so he'll just have to make do. you give him the water and he takes it, but he doesn't drink it. you attempt to convince him it should help but he doesn't say anything, suddenly quiet when he recently couldn't stop laughing. he takes your hand, bringing it to his face like a pillow as he pleads, "stay..." he whispers in your hand. "please, stay."
- you crouch by him, your finger brushing his cheek ever so softly like it had a mind of its own. his face had never looked so tranquil... so peaceful. so warm and comfortable. not in a while at least. his reeking scent of peach soju and wooden walls, wooden floors was powerful but not horrible. you didn't immediately want to pull away, and neither did he.
- "would you be mad if i said i loved you?" he asks, a sleepy tone as his eyes slowly close. as surprised as you are, it quickly subsides, because you know your answer. "no. but i know you'll forget saying it tomorrow."
- "what if i didn't?" he asks. you're hesitant to admit it because what if he forgets everything but this? what if he didn't mean to say i love you and you exposed yourself? but, it's soobin. you trust soobin and that is the only reason you reply, "then i'll meet you halfway."
- "i promise," he started to slur his words, each vowel sounding slower than the last. "i'll remember..." and he's knocked out.

yeonjun
- one quick trip to the restroom was all it took for yeonjun to chug down just the right amount of soju. desperate to get you out of his mind, he did everything he could. find a way to break his bones, drink the entire bar to ashes, search for someone else to be on his mind instead... but nothing was strong enough.
- you came out of the bathroom only to find him with his tongue down some other girl's throat. you went over to take him away, knowing it was a bad idea. were you jealous? no... you don't think so, at least.
- you could tell he was drunk. at the table with his members, most of them were sober but what seemed like a hundred bottles of soju were between them. none of them even bat an eye when yeonjun was gone and now, it's your responsibility to take care of him.
- he was a mess. he was desperately touchy with you, more than usual. he kept begging you to get drunk with him and get scars and wounds together but of course, you couldn't fuck around when he's in this state.
- both of you forgot actions have consequences. you shouldn't have let him unattended. now he's vomiting in the toilet of a stall in the women's restroom. you kept scolding him, like his mother when he keeps messing around at home instead of doing his homework.
- practically having thrown up his organs, he sat on the floor, catching his breath. despite your scolding, you held him in your arms, knowing he needed it. "y/n..." he mumbled, toying with the hem of your shirt. "why are you taking care of me?" you're confused. why wouldn't you take care of him? you're friends. "...what kind of question is that?" your hand in his hair soothed him. "i'm a mess, y/n. i'm a disaster. a beautiful girl like you can't be with a disaster."  "yeonjun, we're not even together."  "fuck... you don't know how much i wish we were..."
- he didn't know what he was saying... but he might just mean it. you believed he was talking nonsense; none of this was from the heart. so when you took him home that night, you tell everybody you didn't think much of it. but in reality, it stuck to you like a deadly parasite.

beomgyu
- laughing drunkenly at the back of his pickup truck by the lake, the night was already thriving and the stars were barely shining behind the clouds. what once used to look like colorful memories now looked like de-saturated trees and dark clouds shielding the beauty of the sky and space for what it really is, like someone else you know.
- to beomgyu's nonsensical questions came your nonsensical answers. regardless of what is was, they all said something about you, him, your friendship. it was all fun and games, until his next "nonsense" question.
- "hey, if you were to fall in love... would you fall in love with me?" he meant it from his heart, but he thought this still stemmed from his dysfunctional, drunken brain. with an unserious laugh, you respond, "no way. you're the weirdest dude i have ever met."
- "i thought you said you like that about me." he pouts, pretending that answer didn't mean much to him. guess what? it meant everything. "just because i like it, doesn't mean i'd settle for it."
- "well... if i was in love, i'd be in love with you." he wanted to jump in that lake before you two the moment he blurted that out. why did he have to say that, as a man who is in love with you? stupid beomgyu, he thought. "...what are you saying?"
- he scoffed. "are you really that dense?" he said, sounding tired. his gaze met yours like light in darkness, your heart skipping a beat like a stone skipped on a pond. "i love you, y/n l/n."

I WRITE AND POST PART 2 TOMORROW I PROMISE!!! my writing energy drained with each preference and i think u can tell so hhehehshehejhehehe. I PROMISE I WILL NOT PROCRASTINATE 💪💪