Mixed Up | Yeonbin

6. suffocated

The sound of birds chirping was unusually loud in Soobin's ears as he tried to open his eyes.

Ugh... I knew it.

Soobin groaned as he felt the familiar and unwelcome ache pounding in his head.

He shuffled a little, feeling a strange sense of being smothered.

Does a hangover usually feel this heavy? he wondered, confused by the sensation.

When he finally managed to open his eyes, he got his answer.

He was sleeping beside Yeonjun. Not as in—in their own respective beds—but together.

In his bed.

Soobin blinked a few times, trying to shake off the lingering haze of sleep and alcohol.

I'm not dreaming, am I?

He turned his head slightly, his breath catching as he took in the sight next to him. Yeonjun was asleep, his face inches away from Soobin's, his lips slightly parted. Even in the early morning light, with his hair tousled and his mouth in a faint pout, Yeonjun looked breathtaking.

But then, like a tidal wave, the memories of last night came flooding back.

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Yeonjun had gotten too drunk at the party.

It started with just a few drinks. At first, they were just laughing, talking, and enjoying the night. But as the drinks kept coming, Yeonjun's demeanor started to slip away.

His words became incoherent, his movements unsteady, and that's when the clinginess kicked in.

Soobin had tried to get them both back to the dorm as soon as he realized how far gone Yeonjun was. He could still hear Yeonjun's voice in his head, slurring and whining as he clung to Soobin's arm, insisting it was too cold and that he needed a cuddle to warm up.

"C'mon, Soobinie... it's s-sooo cold," Yeonjun had mumbled. He'd wrapped himself around Soobin, burying his face in Soobin's shoulder as they stumbled into the dorm room. "J-just this once... cuddle with me?"

Soobin had sighed, a little bit amused, as he tried to convince Yeonjun to just sleep in his own bed. But Yeonjun wouldn't have it.

The older boy had practically begged him, and in his drunken state, there was no reasoning with him.

"Fine, fine," Soobin gave in, helping Yeonjun into his bed. But before he could pull away, Yeonjun had already snuggled up against him, pulling Soobin down with him.

Soobin can't help but to let out a small smile. "Okay... just for a little while."

And that "little while" had apparently lasted until morning.

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Back in the present.

Soobin's heart was racing as he recalled how Yeonjun had held onto him so tightly.

It was just because he was drunk, Soobin reminded himself, even though his heart wasn't quite listening.

He's gorgeous, Soobin thought, his gaze lingering on Yeonjun's lips. The soft rise and fall of Yeonjun's chest was almost hypnotic, and Soobin found himself unable to look away.

And that's when Soobin noticed something else—something that made his entire face heat up in an instant.

Oh no.

It was that unmistakable sensation—a suffocating feeling in his lower half that he really, really didn't want to acknowledge right now. But there it was, in all its inconvenient glory.

Morning wood.

Seriously? Now? Soobin thought in panic, cursing his body's timing. This is the worst possible time.

He was stuck between the most beautiful guy he'd ever seen and his own very obvious problem.

How do I get out of this? he wondered, trying to figure out how to extricate himself from the bed without making anything worse.

But the more he thought about it, the more aware he became of the warm body next to him, of the way Yeonjun's arm was draped over his waist, and of how close their faces were.

I need to get up. Now.

He carefully started to move, trying to slide out from under Yeonjun's arm as discreetly as possible. But as he shifted, he couldn't help but notice how soft Yeonjun's hair looked, how his lips were still slightly parted, and how the urge to lean in just a little closer was so overwhelming that it almost hurt.

No, no, no, don't even think about it, Soobin forcefully shut his eyes and scolded himself, mentally screaming at his brain to stop romanticizing the situation.

As he finally managed to slip out of bed, he made a beeline for the bathroom, moving as quickly and quietly as he could without waking Yeonjun.

Once inside, he closed the door behind him and leaned against it, letting out a long, shaky breath.

Why? he thought, looking down at himself in exasperation. Why now? (a.n. I think we all know why, and Soobin is just in denial)

He splashed some cold water on his face, hoping it would help both with his hangover and the awkward situation he was trying to deal with.

But even as he tried to calm down, his thoughts kept drifting back to Yeonjun, to the way he'd looked so peaceful, so beautiful.

Get a grip, Soobin, he told himself firmly, shaking his head. You can't just...

But the truth was, he didn't know what he couldn't just do. It wasn't just the physical reaction—though that was embarrassing enough—it was the emotions underneath it all.

The way his heart had skipped a beat when he'd seen Yeonjun so close, the warmth that had spread through him at the memory of Yeonjun clinging to him the night before.

He turned on the faucet, letting the water run as he tried to focus on anything other than the fact that he'd just woken up in the most confusing, embarrassing, and slightly wonderful situation of his life.

This is going to be a long day, Soobin thought as he splashed more water on his face, trying to clear his head. But even as he tried to shake off the awkwardness, the image of Yeonjun's sleeping face wouldn't leave his mind.

Fuck.

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a.n.

Please, it's 1.40 in the morning and I'm trying not to crack up writing this chapter 💀😭🤡

Poor Binnie 😌