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57: punch-drunken youngbloods / hopegguk

PUNCH-DRUNKEN
YOUNGBLOODS

WORD COUNT 2.9k
OVERVIEW jeongguk meets hoseok at a party, and gets more than he bargains for. ( 90s au, rebellious religious!gguk & bad boy!hoseok / for au purposes, jeongguk's seventeen and hoseok's twenty )

PLAYLIST youngblood / green day, dance to this / troye sivan & ariana grande

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THIS IS HOW IT starts. jeon jeongguk, not yet punch-drunk and silly, searches through his closet for something halfway fucking decent to wear for this party; jeon sooyah, his mother, doesn't suspect a thing about the party chan and minho are throwing, convinced her son is still the innocent church boy she raised him as; jeon soongguk, his father, sits in the kitchen eating, just as unaware of his son.

sometimes jeongguk's really fucking glad they don't care.

ever since his baby sister, jungah, came along, jeongguk was just left aside as the seventeen year old no one thought could do any harm because he went to church every sunday and had never done anything wrong (at least, not that they knew of). jeongguk's glad they don't care, because that means no one notices the three stick & poke tattoos he has hidden under his church shirt, no one notices the tight leather shorts he bought from the girl's section that show off his ass quite nicely, no one smells the cigarette smoke on him, no one sees him making out with xu minghao in the cemetery after mass. no one suspects an angel until his halo is split in two.

jeongguk stares at his clothing options, wondering what will make him look better. he reaches for the almost see-through red shirt, with diamonds on the collar and spelling out 'lover' on the back, and of course, the aforementioned little shorts he so adores, over a pair of fishnets he stole from that one girl wonwoo accidentally took clothes from (he wore her stuff instead of his; long story). two of his stick & pokes are easy visible through the shirt's translucent material, the broken heart on his hipbone being his personal favourite, while the shattered halo on his shoulder is the first one he ever got; sixteen and rebellious. jeongguk– or gguk, as he's started using around his non-church friends– didn't even cry when he did the tattoos; they're a sign that there's something more than religion in his world.

the shorts strain against his backside as he bends down to tie the laces on his shiny silver brothel creepers, fingers deft, tongue peeking out as he concentrates. his older brother's leather jacket hangs in his closet, and gguk considers the chill outside and how much better it'll make him look, before grabbing it and sliding it on. after a spritz of cologne and one last look in the mirror, admiring how fluffy his hair looks, jeongguk forces his window open, quiet, and carefully climbs onto the garage roof, eternally grateful his parents never move the ladder.

the jeon residence is right on the edge of the woods, a short walk from the church, and jeongguk looks into the thickness of the trees, up at the beautiful moon, grass tickling his legs. he's going to the outskirts of town tonight, to the abandoned house minho and chan and their friends adopted as their own; he's gonna get drunk and high and maybe get pushed up against the wall by some gorgeous specimen, he's gonna get silly-drunk off cherry vodka and let himself get lost in music, he's gonna kiss strangers and make quips and swear and do every possible sinful thing his mother would faint at the mention of. he smirks at that thought; now all he needs is for yukhei and mingyu to come get him from their meeting spot.

jeongguk walks through ankle high grass, enjoying the silent night, headed to the bus stop just far away enough from his house. shrouded by overhanging trees, it's dark and secluded– mingyu reckons someone got stabbed there once– and perfect for hiding from christian parents. jeongguk loves the night air on his bare legs as he sits on the creaky wooden bench, waiting for yukhei's shiny purple car to show up. he knows how wrong sneaking out to go to parties is, especially with his parents, but he honestly just stopped caring a while back; his mother is convinced he's still in possession of his golden halo, rather than being a seventeen year old full of rebellion, convinced he's not even sure what the notion of sex is, when he's actually gay and has hooked up with several guys.