GLOW-UP

26 | the hangover

most gay physics nerds don't expect to wake up blurry eyed on a monday morning being spooned by a tall american hockey player.

yet this was taeil's current situation.

for starters, he could barely hear himself think over the throbbing at his temples, but when his brain decided to move its ass and function, taeil finally realised what was going on. halloween party. very drunk. i'm not in my own bed.

taeil gulped. he wasn't sure he was even in his own house.

what he did know, from his semi-drunken analysis of the circumstances, was that he was very warm, very comfortable, and the arms pulling him close to a muscled chest radiated heat, almost like a personal human hot water bottle. taeil's brain hadn't even come to a conclusion of who was spooning him at that moment, or who the bed belonged to. it was an extremely nice feeling and taeil had no intentions of ever moving again.

"...mhm...frosties...noooooo don't take them away from me...no-!"

heart racing at the mumbling in his ear, taeil lashed back with his foot, cutting off the sounds with a sharp kick. there was a yelp followed by a low groan, which made taeil jump and fall out of the bed altogether.

"ow!" johnny objected loudly, curling up in pain after taeil's heel kicked him right in the crotch.

"johnny?" taeil picked himself up off the floor, "are you okay?"

"no, i'm not fucking okay!" johnny wheezed through clenched teeth, "not when you've fucking kicked me in the fucking balls!"

taeil tried his best not to find this situation funny.

he was failing.

"stop laughing at me!" with a whiney screech, both in frustration and pain, johnny thrashed around on the mattress and buried his face in the pillows.

his head was pounding, though taeil's headache and hangover was a million times worse, and all johnny felt like doing was dying maybe. definitely not talking to taeil about last night, or going to class that morning with taeil, or even looking at taeil really.

just the thought of discussing the '2tae makeout sesh' (as johnny now called it in the back of his mind) was enough to make him feel sick.

taeil's laughter subsided as he came to a realisation of what day it was. "shit... it's monday," he cursed, "what time is it? we have math today, right? god, i can't remember anything that happened last night and my head hurts..."

johnny ignored taeil's worried mumbling, wishing last night had never happened at all. if taeil couldn't remember anything that happened at the party, then he probably had no recollection of the '2tae makeout sesh' or the subsequent sitting in each others laps and giggling that followed until both of them were too drunk to even think coherently.

how was he supposed to tell taeil what really happened that night?

"well?" taeil persisted in a small voice, shuffling over to tug on johnny's hand, "aren't you going to come to class with me?"

johnny felt his stomach twist at the way taeil was practically begging him to go with him, but his head was fighting with his heart. whatever weird feelings he had going on had to stop, and he needed some time away from taeil to get over himself. besides, he couldn't deal with the tiny nerd rambling about how he couldn't remember anything, or how hot he did remember taeyong looking at the party last night. for some reason, it hurt.

"i'm not going," johnny mumbled stubbornly into the pillows.

taeil looked aghast. "you can't just miss class!" he gasped.