The Worst Type of Sleep Over

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 Dreadful. Completely and utterly dreadful was Wonho and he loathed the feeling more than his drunken mind had grown to despise Hyungwon, the person who was also the cause of this feeling. At leas to Wonho, but  it was more or less a mixture of the two men being at fault more than it was just Hyungwon's fault. Let Wonho tel it though and he was more innocent than he was guilty. He might have been more willing to admit his faults if it wasn't for the alcohol running through his system, but under the circumstances it'd be damn near impossible to get him to admit to any fault.

 With both Hyungwon and Wonho being close to belligerent -more like just Wonho because Hyungwon seemed to have, you know, a could hold on himself unlike Shownu's friend- the three men made for a hurried exit from the bar and were on their way to Shownu's apartment. Wonho would have usually taken Shownu's side, but this time the young man was more-so being hold close to Shownu's side, as the darker haired male was insistent on keeping the other two a good distance from each other for as long as he could and that was until they arrived at the apartment complex and got into the elevator, but at this point the three of them were too tired or over the situation to really care about whether or not someone was bumping into them or not.

 The elevator ride seemed to have lasted for several minutes to Wonho, and it couldn't have been over fast enough. He was always somewhat sensitive to elevator's and it was likely because of his fear of heights and knowing that at any moment the metal box being lifted by a wire however many feet up in the air, could stop at any moment and had potential to break. Needless to say walking out of the elevator onto the fifth floor felt much better than hanging over a void from the fifth.

The next minute or so seemed to have gone by rather quickly, as Shownu assisted both Hyung and Wonho to his apartment door (Mainly focusing on Hyungwon since he was the one on the verge of passing his ass out on the elevator). The door was unlocked, opened, and then locked again after the three of them entered in a matter of a few seconds. Upon walking into the cozy little home of his friend, the familiar smell of cotton and daisy's hit Wonho and he immediately felt like he was at home.

 "Make yourself.." Shownu's voice came to a slow stop, having just began his sentence to see that Wonho was already sauntering over to the couch to do exactly what he was about to invite both him and Hyungwon to begin making themselves comfortable, it would normally have just been funny, but being a little tipsy, it had gotten more than a giggle out of Shownu. " Feel free to sleep on the couch. Wonho knows where everything is so if you need something ask him." He spoke quietly, speaking to Hyungwon who was at his side, watching Wonho as he sat himself down at one end of the suede couch, with a soft smile on his face.

 "I know he was a jerk earlier, and most likely all day, but he just has a hard time understanding his own feelings. I'm not asking you to be his best friend, but give him a chance to redeem himself. For me, okay?" He then flashed the same goofy smile at Hyungwon as he had when they first met and proceeded to pat the top of the models head lightly while whispering a soft goodnight, leaving Hyungwon and Wonho in the living by themselves to sort out the sleeping arrangements while he was about to get comfy under the sheets of his bed.

 At least Shownu thought that he was, until Wonho noticed and stood up from the couch to make an attempt to convince Shownu to let him join. He even went so far as to wrap his arms around Shownu from the back and follow him into his room, only to be told no and that he needed to start being nicer to people or else he would no longer receive the warm, squishy broddles and was escorted back into the living to his previous spot on the couch.

 With a deep sigh through the nose, Wonho looked to Hyungwon  and motioned to the other side of the couch, regrettably, but he did it. "... It's either we share or one of us is on the floor and we listen to the one on the floor complain all night."

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