Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

baby is tipsy | yugyeom

fluff, suggestive

If your relationship with Yugyeom could be summed up in one picture - this was it. The two of you were pressed up against the glass of a floor-to-ceiling window, one that displayed the shoreline not far from the cottage you were renting for the weekend. As your breaths fogged up the glass, you and your boyfriend began drawing things. You drew a heart. He drew a penis.

You were kids in adult bodies.

Pretending to be annoyed, you scribbled a frowny face and scowled. Yugyeom promptly swiped his forearm over the glass and the dick was gone.

Whipping out his phone, Yugyeom told you, "I sent a picture of this place to Bam."

You rolled your eyes with a snicker. "Of course you did."

Yugyeom widened his eyes as Bambam's swift reply arrived. "And now he's thinking about buying it!"

"Of course he is," you teased.

Yugyeom met your eyes and the two of you shared a quick chuckle at Bambam's expense. Not that he was around to see it.

Following your leggy boyfriend to the kitchen, you were about to suggest fun things to do when he exclaimed, "Alright, let's crack open the wine."

Stopping in your tracks, you groaned, "Yugyeom, we literally just got here."

"It's almost nighttime," was his defense, pursing his lips. "And it's my birthday."

"Fine," you sighed, running a hand down his arm as you brushed past him and wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. "Let me make that good stuff for you."

When you handed him a tall glass of chocolate milk not long after, Yugyeom gave you a look of skepticism.

"Are you mocking me?" he smarted, slouched on the sofa.

You pointed at the concoction and said, "Throw back a couple of those and you'll sleep all weekend."

Yugyeom smirked devilishly and retorted, "How does that work with all the birthday sex I'll be getting?"

"Ha. Ha. Ha," you taunted, slapping your thigh in feigned amusement. "Birthday boy thinks he's funny, huh?"

Yugyeom took a tentative sip, smacked his lips together as he mulled over the taste, and glanced at his cup. "What's in this?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Chocolate milk," you replied, swallowing a mouthful of your own drink. "And Kahlua and Vodka."

Yugyeom widened his eyes and you quickly reached forward to brush some loose, shaggy hair off of his lashes. Waving away your hand, he murmured, "You're trying to get me drunk."

"Tipsy," you corrected.

Yugyeom took a full gulp and told you with glee, "It's really yummy."

"An actual baby," you muttered under your breath, shoving the last of the stray hairs from his brow before he could swat your hand away again like a petulant child.

He barked, "What was that?"

"I said, happy birthday," you quickly lied, grinning facetiously.

"Sure you did."

An hour and a couple glasses of your spiked chocolate milk later, you and Yugyeom did what every intoxicated couple on vacation did - you argued about something stupid.

Yugyeom proceeded to give you a long spiel in his native tongue, but he spoke so rapidly that you gave up trying to understand him after the first few syllables.

"I didn't get a word of that," you droned when he finished.

"Ugh," he groaned, rolling his eyes. "You're a cheater."

"How do I cheat at Jenga?" you borderline shouted.

With your outburst, the coffee table currently separating you from your boyfriend shuddered and both of you gawked at the unstable Jenga tower on top as it began to wiggle dramatically.

The room quickly went silent as you both stared at the mass of blocks with bated breath until the thing finally stilled again.

Yugyeom promptly glared and retorted in an angry whisper, "Like that! You're a cheat!"

Your whispers were equally as loud, "Why would I try to knock it over when it's my turn?"

Yugyeom opened his mouth to respond then immediately paused, realizing you were right. "Oh," he eventually said.

You glared. "Oh?"

"Never mind."

"That's what I thought," you taunted, reaching forward to remove a piece.

As you did, Yugyeom leaned forward and started blowing on the tower.

"Boy," you huffed, slipping your leg under the table and pinching his fleshy calf muscle with your toes.

Yugyeom giggled, face scrunching with laughter, before shrieking in pain at your tactic.

You quickly removed a piece and held out your hand, whispering irritably, "Your turn, you little shit."

Yugyeom gaped, looking scandalous, but the smile was still in his eyes and the crimson was bold across his cheeks.

The moment he grabbed a block to try and tug it free, you swiped your hand forward and knocked the tower into a heap around his fingers.

The expression on Yugyeom's face could only be described as shock teetering on devastation. You flopped to your side on the shaggy carpet rug beneath you and fell into a fit of inebriated laughter.

Fussing rapidly (and drunkenly) under his breath, Yugyeom ducked beneath the table and crawled toward you, grabbing your waist.

"Now, I'm mad," your boyfriend yelled, tickling you with a vengeance.

You tried to roll away, crying out in between your giggles from his vicious tickling.

He added, "Don't even talk to me I'm mad!"

"I'm sorry," you managed to yell, trapped between his thighs. "I'm a cheat!"

"Yes, you are," Yugyeom said, pulling you up from the floor and into his lap. "But you're a cute cheat."

Chortling as he leaned in for a kiss, you quipped, "You should have seen your face."

Yugyeom pretended to sulk and countered, "Does my face amuse you?"

You nodded. "It does."

"Can I have a kiss?" he asked, puckering his lips.

"Mm-hm," you hummed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and leaning forward to meet his gentle kisses.

Just as you were starting to get comfortable in his lap, feeling his hands roaming down your back as you teased your tongue over his bottom lip, Yugyeom broke away and exclaimed, "Hey!"

You glared at the interruption. "Yeah?"

His eyes lit up. "Let's sleep outside and watch the sunrise."

You put a hand over your heart and pretended to swoon. "My Yugy the romantic."

"Babe, don't tease me," he whined cutely, tilting his head back to avoid your oncoming kiss of apology.

Grabbing his crimson cheeks in your hands, you smushed them together and slurred, "You make it impossible sometimes."

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