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/warning; small mention of smut?? I guess idk just warning you just incase/
youngjae sighed, downing a shot off of jaebum's count as it got set in front of him. he felt the burn and adrenaline go down his throat as he swallowed.
"ssssee? wasn't that great?" jaebum says, laughing and downing another shot.
"yeah, i guess so." youngjae says, taking another shot to the mouth.
as the night (well, early morning) progressed, youngjae felt all his troubles just fly away into thin air. with every drink he took, the more relaxed he felt. he felt so loose.
he kept laughing at everything jaebum said, leaning against his shoulder and drinking. he couldn't help but feel good; even if it meant getting completely wasted.
though soon enough it was the next morning. youngjae couldn't really remember the night too well, only up to the point of him laughing around at jaebum's jokes.
he rubbed his eyes, feeling his head throb. he hadn't gotten that drunk in a while–or well, at all for that matter. he could just feel the hangover draped over him.
but he was home, at least. he was laying in his bed. he sighed in relief, thanking the heavens that he had made it home safely and (hopefully) didn't make any bad choices.
that was until... he looked over to the other side of his bed.
there laid jaebum, his body curled around the blanket–which he hogged. that explains why youngjae woke up cold.
he was out like a light, sleeping like a baby. his mouth was slightly open, and youngjae could hear his light snores. and what scared youngjae the most was that jaebum... was naked. completely nude. the only thing covering him was the blanket.
he himself realized that he only had boxers on, and his shirt from last night was lazily thrown on the floor. jaebum's clothes were on the other side of the bed, also sparse.
"fuck," he mumbled to himself, rushing to the bathroom and locking the door. he looked at himself in the mirror, horrified.
his hair was messy; strands going in every direction. bags laid under his eyes, which was usual. his cheeks were still slightly red from his buzz last night. but the thing that scared him the most...
was the dark purple and red hickey on his neck. he gasped, clamping a hand over it. there were so many things going through his head right now.
what did I do last night?
why did I decide to get drunk with jaebum?
how did he end up in my bed?!
what did we do?!
he shook his head, holding it between his hands. he turned the faucet on, splashing cold water into his face, and drinking some of it, too.
he put the toilet seat down, sitting in it while his face dripped. moments were flashing by in his mind, remembering details of the night before.
he could remember jaebum giving him a piggyback ride up the stairs to his apartment.
he remembered seeing the lust in jaebum's eyes.
he remembered him kissing his neck and causing the mark that is now surfaced.
"jaeseok-ah, you're mine."
"jaeseok-ah, you sure you want to do this?"
"y-yeah, I really want to. jaebum, I'm your's,"
his eyes widened as he remembered all these details from the night before.
he was startled out of his thoughts when he heard a knock on the bathroom door.
"jaeseok..."
"I'm ordering breakfast. what do you want?"
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a/n: I swear this isn't as kinky as it sounds
I hope you enjoyed! please vote / comment, I really appreciate it! thanks, ilysm~ -author em
