𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 // dowoo

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At some point on the walk back to the dorm, Jungwoo loops his arm through Doyoung's, keeping their bodies close. He's singing some song Doyoung has never heard before, voice muffled against his shoulder. He sounds like an angel. The beer definitely hit him harder.

They're back in the building now and Jungwoo still hasn't let go. In the elevator, Doyoung mumbles against him that he should probably head back to his room because the last thing he needs is the other members panicking about Jungwoo's whereabouts, and then the interrogation of why when and how he ended up in Doyoung's room. But Jungwoo is drunk and sleepy and clinging to his hyung like a baby monkey, and Doyoung just can't find it in his heart to make him go.

Doyoung digs his wallet out of his back pocket, finds his key and slides it in the slot. The door beeps twice. He opens it and steps inside, Jungwoo following closely behind. He toes off his shoes as quietly as possible, shooting Jungwoo a glare when the boy kicks his sneakers off half-hazardly, sending them to the hardwood floor with an unapologetic thud. The younger smiles sheepishly.

Doyoung sighs, gripping Jungwoo's wrist and tugging him in the direction of his bedroom. The lights are off and everyone is asleep, so he has to use every last brain cell to maneuver through the living room and the kitchen without bumping them into anything or stepping on the creaky floorboards. They pass through rather successfully, continuing on down the short hall towards his room.

"You really ought to go back to your room," Doyoung tries again, sparing Jungwoo a glance before twisting the knob and pushing the door open.

The younger raises one hand to his mouth and yawns, his eyes fluttering with exhaustion.

"I'm good," he murmurs, a tired smile rising on his lips.

Doyoung thinks about asking again, insisting, but he doesn't think anything productive will come of it. Neither one of them are all that afraid of consequences. The entire night is proof of that.

As soon as the door closes, Jungwoo leaves his side and collapses onto his mattress, burying his face in his pillows.

"Um– what do you think you're doing?" Doyoung whispers in the dark as he strips off his hoodie.

"Fuck!" Jungwoo gasps dramatically, rolling onto his back. He sits up slightly, tugging his snacks out of his front pocket.

"I crushed my chips," he whines.

"Serves you right for stealing my bed," Doyoung retorts, yanking his pajama pants back on, one leg at a time.

"Oh hyung," he slurs, tossing his sour gummy worms and the shattered remains of his potato crisps toward Doyoung's nightstand. They both end up on the floor.

"There's plenty of space left for you,"

"How generous," he mutters, tossing his hoodie onto the floor. He spins on his heel and exits the room to brush his teeth for the second time tonight.

He thinks about offering Jungwoo a toothbrush, as he's spending the night. It would be the hospitable thing to do, and in his teeth's best interest, considering the ungodly amount of sugar he's consumed this evening.

But when he reappears in the doorway of his bedroom to offer, his own toothbrush lodged behind his cheek, his dongsaeng is turned on his side, facing the wall with a pillow strangled in his arms. He can't be asleep, Doyoung thinks, as he takes one step into the room. But upon closer examination, he concludes that Jungwoo is indeed sound asleep in his bed.

Lovely, Doyoung sighs, as he returns to the bathroom. He spits and rinses his mouth out before returning his toothbrush to the medicine cabinet, flicking off the light and heading back to his room.