Universe(Dopil)

12- His House

Dowoon and his friends laughed at Jae and Brian, they were having a drinking competition and neither of them seem to be giving up though Brian is slowly losing his consciousness.

"That's 20 shots, can we stop them?" Wonpil asked with worry before taking a shot of his own. He makes a face as the burning liquid went down his throat(that's what he/she/they said).

They only ignored him and continued to encourage the two drunk men to drink. After a few minutes though, Brian fainted and spilled the shot he was about to drink. Jae stood up with his hands in the air and shouted in victory before passing out as well. Sungjin caught him before he fell.

Dowoon laughed so hard when he counted the shots and it ended in a 25-25 tie. Wonpil held onto Kimoon's arm feeling a little awkward but when he noticed that it felt kinda buff he looked to the person he was holding and it was a big ass muscle dude. He immediately let go and looked around for Kimoon with his eyes.

And that's when he saw it.

Her and that very same girl she liked oh so much making out in a corner. Wow.

He sighed, just when he thought she could help him be more confident so he could—"Wonpil!" The short waiter looked at Dowoon. "Hey, Sungjin is gonna take those two home but I plan on staying. If your staying, can you be my ride home?" He asked.

Wonpil looked over at the very much so busy Kimoon and nodded at his friend. "Of course, but technically where you go is not up to me. A drunk Kimoon is not someone who takes orders lightly, so if she says something just go with it. Even if it means staying at our place." He chuckled.

Dowoon eyes went over to where Wonpil was looking and laughed. "It shouldn't matter where I go anyways, as long as I get my sleep."

They decided it was best to not drink anymore if one of them were to be the one driving. Instead, they just talked and sang to the music that they know and then tried to retrieve Kimoon who was stuck to her crush. It was a struggle but they managed, she even ended up falling asleep on the way out.

Wonpil had her on his back as they walked up to the car. With the help of Dowoon, he puts her in the back seat of the car and then buckle her in. "Who's driving?" He asked looking at Dowoon.

"I actually do not have a license." Dowoon nervously looked away from Wonpil feeling as if he would be judged. The older only nodded and entered the driving seat and waited for Dowoon to get in the passenger.

"I think it's safe to assume you'll be going to your          ho—"

"Don't you dare, bitch!"

"I stand corrected..." Wonpil mumbled, he looked back and saw his ex still sleeping so he was wondering how she even knew what he would say. "Do you mind staying over, she's gonna have a tantrum if I drop you off. Last time that happened we had to pay 2,000 in damage of public property."

Dowoon nodded, "Sure." He said sleepily. Either way, whether he was going to be dropped off at home or not, he wanted to sleep over at Wonpil's house.

"Oh! I forgot to mention, there's only two rooms and Kimoon uses one, I hope it's not a bother if we share." Wonpil said with a small laugh at the end. When he had no response he checked to see what was wrong and saw Dowoon sleeping. "Ah...he wouldn't mind it then." He rubbed the soft black hair on the younger's head and smiled gently. He leaned in slowly and gave small peck on the forehead before he started to drive.

He was disappointed in himself that he could only do such bold things when Dowoon is asleep. It was quite frustrating but at least he was able to release any hidden urges.

The ride was peaceful, and thankfully they made it home okay.(this sentence was cringe to write, I had the urge to write a car crash and be dramatic and shit)

Now he was in quite the pickle. He has two sleeping babies in the car and he was the oldest, so he must be responsible for them. Either wake up Dowoon or Kimoon. As much as he wants to let the sleeping boy have his rest, he can't really get anywhere without him up.

"Hey, hey, get up." He said, shaking Dowoon slightly as an attempt to wake him up. After a while, Dowoon started to stir awake. Wonpil explained to him about helping to bring Kimoon to bed.

After they managed to do so, Wonpil spoke, "You don't mind if we share a bed, do you? I'll sleep on the couch if not." He spoke with nervousness. His hand was slightly shaking as anxiety pierced through him when he realized he might end up sharing a bed with the person he likes!

Dowoon quickly shook his head, "I don't mind at all, we could share." He then looked down at Wonpil's shaking hands and gave a small smile before grabbing one. "No need to be so nervous." He giggles before lifting Wonpil's hand towards his lips and giving it a small kiss. "We go way back so, you should know I won't attempt to do anything."

Wonpil was frozen, both from shock and from being flustered. Why did Dowoon do that?! "U-uhh...I—you—kiss—what?!" He stuttered nonsense trying to figure out what just happened.

The younger male laughed and pulled Wonpil into a hug, "I really missed you, a lot..." he mumbled. Wonpil's eyes widened when he felt Dowoon's arm slowly fall from their hold.

"He was just tired...it was the alcohol talking, not him." He spoke to himself as he tried his best to lift Dowoon up on his bed. Wonpil rucked Dowoon in and joined in, changing clothes being the least of his priorities.

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