clarification: the party was at romil's and it was the same night they all had a sleepover. the boys all stayed over at romil's after the party so they're still there!! thnx 4 reading💕💘💞
the next morning was a blur for matt. he awoke to his body bare, but tangled in someone else's. he looked around the room, rubbing his hazel eyes, with a flushed face, and very confused. his head was pounding and his stomach was begging for a release of all he ate and drank last night. he pulled on his boxers, ignored the sleeping body next to him, and made his way to the bathroom. the house was familiar but unfamiliar to him at the same time. he stumbled through the halls, throat burning as he cough, his head spinning, he's never drinking again.
joba raises his head off of his pillows, annoyed by his rude awakening to matt's loud coughing. he pulled on his joggers, not being able to find his boxers, and made his way to the kitchen for some water. he walked through the house, smiling at his friends as they welcomed him from his long slumber. he just groaned before opening his fridge and grabbing a water bottle. joba sat next to ciarán at the dinning room table, twisting the cap of his water bottle and drinking.
joba felt ciarán's cold finger against his throat, poking his neck. he turned to the male, curious and annoyed at the same time.
"what the fuck are you doing, ciarán?"
"you have a hickey on your neck, boring!"
as soon as those words left ciarán's mouth, ian came walking in, accompanied by a drowsy matthew champion. matt looked like a total mess, joba thought it was cute. his thoughts of matt came to a halt once ian stood right in front of him, a furious expression on his face. joba hummed at the dark male, not really up for talking to him.
"joba, we have to talk. now."
joba just nodded before walking with ian to a separate room, anxiety written across his features. he's never seen ian so mad before. ian shut the door behind them, having to hold himself back from beating the fuck out of joba.
"you wanna explain why matt was crying about how you both fucked? or are we gonna sweep it under the rug like always?"
