Beomgyu and yeonjun stumble into their apartment late at night, a drunken Yeonjun hanging off of Beomgyu's shoulder. Beomgyu struggled to unlock the door with the heavily inebriated Yeonjun clinging to him, his breath hot against his neck. As the door swung open, they stumbled into the quiet apartment. Yeonjun chuckled, his words slightly slurred.
"You know," he said, his voice taking on a mock-serious tone, "you really should consider getting rid of the couch. It's taking up too much space."
Beomgyu rolled his eyes dramatically, even if a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He helped Yeonjun over to the couch and unceremoniously plopped him down.
"Sure, how about we replace it with your bed instead?" he retorted, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "It's big enough for the both of us."
Yeonjun groaned, his head lolling against the back of the couch.
"If only I had access to my credit card right now, I just know the things I'd do to that bed," he muttered, a sly smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "You'd be calling me 'daddy' by the end of the night."
Beomgyu couldn't help but side-eye Yeonjun, rolling his eyes once again at the drunken flirty statement. He tried to keep a straight face, but a small laugh escaped him.
"You're actually drunk," he retorted.
The next morning, Yeonjun woke up with a groan as sunlight streamed in through the curtains. He rubbed his head, still feeling a bit of a hangover from the night before. Beomgyu was in the kitchen, already making coffee. He looked across the room and smirked.
"Morning," he called out, raising an eyebrow at Yeonjun's disheveled appearance. "You look like you had one hell of a night."
"Man, it was awesome. You don't have an idea how hot the bartendar looked under me."
Beomgyu shrugged. "No one wants to know."
"Oh, come on, I can't help it if everyone finds me irresistible," Yeonjun said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like someone is just jealous."
"Yeah, I'm totally jealous," The shorter replied, rolling his eyes once more. "Jealous of your terrible pick-up lines and even worse morning breath."
Yeonjun feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. He opened his eyes and shot Beomgyu a mock-hurt expression.
"My pick-up lines are flawless, I'll have you know," he retorted, a grin playing at his lips. "And my morning breath isn't that bad, thank you very much."
Beomgyu smirked and took another sip of his coffee. He leaned against the counter, eyes still fixed on Yeonjun.
"Oh, really?" he said, a hint of teasing in his voice. "Prove it then. Hit me with your best pick-up line."
"Oh, I don't need to prove it to YOU."
"Uh, whatver sucker!" He went inside their shared room and started rummaging through his stuff, finding his art tools. He sat on the floor, his sketchbook propped up on his knees. He was engrossed in his drawing, pencil gliding effortlessly across the page. Not long before a bored Yeonjun joined him, staring at what he was tryna do.
Beomgyu rolled his eyes and looked up from his sketchbook, clearly annoyed by Yeonjun's incessant hovering. He shot him a stern look, the pencil in his hand pausing in mid-air.
"Can you stop distracting me, please?" he said, irritation lacing his voice. "I'm trying to concentrate here."
"Actually, yeah, let's go out," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "There's a new coffee shop I've been wanting to check out. Come on, get up and let's go."
"No, you are free to go there yourelf." He added after a second, "Do you even have enough money with you or you gonna beg your parents?"
"Oh fuck you for reminding me that, thanks." He got up from there, annoyed, jumpng into the couch and scrolling through his phone.
"Dang, that was easy."
