Wine Red || Jikyu/Kyuhoon

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‘Go with me to my friend's house party,’ Hyunsuk said; ‘It will be fine-’ Hyunsuk said. Except, it wasn't.

“That little shit,” Junkyu says under his breath, dreading the hours that he's currently wasting finding said little shit.

It should be easy right? Hyunsuk's got toxic green hair and it should light up neon in the sea darkness that surrounded him.

This was the precise reason Junkyu didn’t party.

The uncomfortably loud bass that blasted through what he could only make out to be a dollar-store speaker, the countless numbers of cautious women being offered (mostly roofied) drinks by a obnoxiously colorfully dressed guy, killer smile.

Yuck. Junkyu hated the vibes the place gave off as he pushed through a couple of sweaty dancing bodies.

How did no one find this as lame as him?

Stopping to take a break from his less than triumphant search for his roommate, Junkyu leaned at the kitchen island drowsy and unamused. Mid-wiping his eye and smearing the eyeliner Hyunsuk tried on him, he spots a neon-head Hyunsuk giggling loudly and-

“Is that your friend?” A voice shakes him from his second-hand embarrassment. He looked across the counter at the owner of the voice, a guy about his height with wine-red hair and an interesting fashion taste — not that Junkyu's Grey hoodie and sweats could compete.

“I can tell by your face, you’re shocked,” The stranger speaks again, giving him a look. Junkyu didn't have it in him to give the guy a fake-smile, so he just nodded.

“Yeah… can't say it's everyday I see my roommate shirtless on top of a pool table.”

There's a laugh somewhere amidst the loud yelling and music. Junkyu didn’t even notice the man was standing so close to him.

“Drinking will do that to you.”

“Oh Yeah?” He draws, his focus leaving Hyunsuk for a split second to glance at the guy.

“I’m Jihoon,” Introduces the red head, his hands in the pocket of that letter jacket Junkyu has to say, he's wearing pretty well.

“Junkyu,”

Jihoon inches closer a bit and his shoulder pokes Junkyu’s side as he stares and stares. I'd be weirder if Junkyu wasn't currently preoccupied with how many moles he could count on Jihoon's face.

Worse: How the hell did he get the courage to leave the house in that long skirt?

The sound of Jihoon clearing his throat catches Junkyu’s attention.

“So, Junkyu, how many pool tables have you danced shirtless?”

“Ah,” He opens his mouth slightly, eyes glancing over thank god he's still there-
“I don't really drink… don't party much either.”

“So what brings you here?” Jihoon asks,
and Junkyu tries to ignore that charming crescent-eyed smile.

“Who, you mean,” He points the most disrespectful accusing finger at the now-clothed Hyunsuk, who's crawling off the table (Junkyu silently cheers).

Jihoon squeezes his fists together and does a small thank you gesture towards Hyunsuk's way, which catches the brown-haired man completely off-guard.

“Uh, what's that about?” He pauses and scans Jihoon's body language once again. “Do you know my roommate?”

Jihoon smirks. “Nope. Gotta thank your roommate though,” Annnnd now he's making direct eye contact with Junkyu, mind, nothing in the ‘how to interact with people’ book hyunsuk gifted him for his last birthday as a joke prepared him for this. “If not for him, I wouldn't have met a hot guy today.” And he also winks. WINKS.

Junkyu was baffled to say the least. “...Uh,” He tries to respond, but nothing comes out, so he just gives Jihoon dumb-founded look. If Junkyu wasn't red yet, he was definitely red now.

“You should probably save your friend,”

“What?” Junkyu shakes his head, allowing his arm to be yanked by the surprisingly strong Jihoon.

“Your friend? He’s on top of the stairs.”

“WHAT?”

Junkyu's soul leaves his body as he runs towards where Hyunsuk is surrounded by random people, loudly cheering for him to ‘Jump!’ ‘Jump!’ ‘Jump!’.

“Hyunsuk, we need to go.” Junkyu says as he grabs Hyunsuk off of the rail, ignoring the annoying boo’s from bunches of shitty people who probably wouldn't give a flying fuck if Hyunsuk had hurt himself really badly.

“Junkyu… you have,” Babbles a half awake and fully intoxicated Hyunsuk.

Jihoon laughs beside him, and Junkyu glares at the latter.

“What? He's cute, you can't tell me you don't find him cute?”

Junkyu snorts, supporting poor Hyunsuk against his shoulder. “Do they have a back door?”

“Probably?” Jihoon says between his struggle of stopping the green-haired boy from using his black t-shirt as unlimited tissue.

“This way.” Jihoon points, leading Junkyu back down the stairs and unfortunately through the crowd of annoying people.

It was hell finding an escape out of the room without people blocking it, but when they did, Junkyu took a breath in front of non-vape filled fresh air.

“One hell of a story to tell later, no?” Junkyu sets Hyunsuk onto a random lawn-chair and takes a peek over to where the red-haired guy is perched up against the bricked wall of the house.

“I guess. Thanks for that.”

Jihoon nods tightly and smiles. There's a short silence between them while Junkyu books an Uber quickly.

“You have dimples.”

Junkyu freezes and looks up from his phone. “Really.”

“No it’s just, dimples like, add two hundred percent onto your handsomeness.”

Junkyu dead-pans, walking up slightly to where Jihoon has his leg kicked up casually. “Are you flirting with me?”

“Since earlier,” Junkyu lifts a brow, watching in amusement as Jihoon checks an imaginary watch on his wrist.

“You should pin me on the wall and make out with me while I'm still this patient, Junkyu.”

It takes Junkyu three seconds to process what Jihoon was talking about, and about three more to gain the courage to wrap his fingers around wrists, the cold metal of Jihoon’s spiked bracelet pressing against his palm.

A smile played on Junkyu’s lips as Jihoon willingly hoisted his arm into the air. Junkyu felt the warmth of Jihoon's breath as it touched his jaw. “Please?” the red-haired boy whispers, “If I don’t kiss you right now, I might regret it for the rest of my life.”

Junkyu hardly has time to think of his next response before he's yanked towards Jihoon, steadying his hand on the wall above the slightly shorter man's head. It's rough and aggressive and huffs harshly when he feels Jihoon's teeth grating against his lips.

Jihoon is the first to pull away, surprisingly,  and Junkyu pauses to watch Jihoon's lips regain color.

“Cars honking,”

“Yeah,” Junkyu responds half-heartedly, almost sweating when a loud hunk sends his heart almost beating out his chest, “Yeah-!”

“Shit! The uber!”

Jihoon laughs at him, cackles even, and makes a gesture over to where Hyunsuk is literally knocked out.

“I'll help you take him.”

“You don't have to.” Junkyu blushes and drags Hyunsuk over his back. He opens the gate and takes one more look back at Jihoon who's got a satisfied look on his face. That bastard.

Junkyu is surely not gonna allow Hyunsuk to drag him to anymore parties.

He frowns at Hyunsuk who's unconscious on his shoulder in the car.

Okay, maybe one or two.