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Parties weren't really Sunghoon's thing. Never had been and never would be, but Sunghoon wasn't about to say no to Kim Sunoo, least of all for his birthday and while Sunoo was giving him those pleading eyes and pouting lips. Not that Sunghoon would have said no either way; he kind of found himself twirling around in Sunoo's orbit, quite willingly. Begrudgingly, and under great alcoholic influence, Sunghoon might even say he had uh, feelings for Sunoo but it's not like they mattered. Sunoo could have literally anyone in South Korea, probably the world, why would he settle for Sunghoon?
"You look like your cat died except right before she died, she pissed all over your favourite white tee and you had to bury them both in your backyard," Jake tells him, a beer in hand, as he looms over Sunghoon. He's grinning because why wouldn't he? Asshole that he is.
"Fuck off," Sunghoon grumbles, taking a swig of his own beer. It's piss warm. Disgusting.
Across the room, Sunoo's got his chin hooked over Jungwon's shoulder, smile so big and infectious, Sunghoon has to stop himself from sighing wistfully like a twelve-year-old girl. Isn't he so beautiful? his brain supplies helpfully.
"I'm just saying, if you didn't wanna come, you didn't have to," Jake adds, attempting to shove Sunghoon's legs aside to make room for himself on the single seater Sunghoon had laid claim to half an hour ago. Sunghoon kicks him in the shin, glaring triumphantly when Jake whines.
"It's Sunoo's birthday."
"So? It's not like you're gonna do anything just because it's Sunoo's birthday," Jake sneers, his imitation of Sunghoon's voice is better than Sunghoon will ever admit. He kicks Jake a second time, but Jake only huffs, settling for perching on the arm of the seat.
"Where's your boyfriend?" Sunghoon asks, determining his best course of attack to steal Jake's beer. His was gross.
"He left me to go gossip with his friends," Jake pouts, looking quite put out. "I can gossip, too, you know."
"You get sad when people don't smile at you, how're you gonna talk shit?"
"I talk plenty of shit about you."
"To who? Your dog? That doesn't count."
"I'm gonna tell Sunoo you have a small dick. Kiss his ass goodbye, Park Sunghoon," Jake bites, eyes narrowed. He's a little red in the face, right on the verge of drunk. Sunghoon takes his chance.
Shoving Jake off the arm full force, Sunghoon snatches the beer right out of Jake's flailing arms. He takes a victory sip, grinning at his best friend's expression of betrayal.
"I wonder what Heeseung will say when I tell him you went through his phone to figure out what to get him for your anniversary," Sunghoon smiles, sweet like honey, not bothering to hide the smugness in his voice.
Jake scowls, expression murderous. "You promised."
"All's fair in love and war."
“What happened to bros before hoes?”
“Kim Sunoo happened.”
Jake lets out a sound of disgust before getting up and heading back into the crowd of people packed into Jungwon and Jay’s tiny apartment. Sunghoon takes a sip from his cold beer, head hitting the back of his seat as he realises what a fucking loser he is.
Sunghoon’s zoned out staring at this couple in the corner, half falling over each other as they giggle at one another. It’s cute in a nauseating way but then, Sunghoon’s not very willing to admit he’s jealous.
He has about two and a half beers in him, Jake never returning after Sunghoon stole his alcohol. Fair enough, Sunghoon thinks. For a brief moment, he closes his eyes, sluggish from the alcohol and a week spent playing catch up on all his readings and assignments. It’s his own fault, really, having done fuck all in the first three weeks but sleep tended to be higher up on Sunghoon’s hierarchy of needs. Maybe not as high as it was for Heeseung but close enough.
“Hoonie!” Someone whines and suddenly there’s a weight in his lap. He’s about to scowl at whoever it is ― his lap isn’t a chair ― when his brain registers what his eyes are seeing.
Kim Sunoo.
It’s Kim Sunoo. And he’s pouting cutely at Sunghoon and wow, wow is he wearing a crop top? What? What?
“Sun?” Sunghoon garbles out, voice rough with something, suddenly very unsure about where to put his hands. Sunoo only perks up, arms winding around Sunghoon’s neck. If Sunghoon had even half a neuron to spare, he’d have noticed the smirks he was getting from Jake and Jungwon, but he didn’t. Sunghoon literally couldn’t think past Sunoo’s rosy cheeks and plush, plush mouth.
“Hoonie hyung,” Sunoo whines petulantly, ass squirming in Sunghoon’s lap and that’s a problem. Sunghoon swallows, hands settling on Sunoo’s waist if only to keep him still, except Sunoo’s wearing a crop top and it’s just skin. “Hyung, why won’t you pay attention to me?”
“W-what?” Sunghoon’s mouth feels like sandpaper, eyes widening and Sunoo’s pouting so hard his lower lip is jutting out, the pinkest pink Sunghoon’s ever seen, his eyes half lidded and sleepy.
“Don’t you like me, hyung? Am I not pretty? Hoonie!” Sunoo slurs, obviously beyond drunk as he slumps forward, face burying into Sunghoon’s neck. Sunoo’s warm all over, feels comfortable in Sunghoon’s lap even if every time he moves, he rubs his ass into Sunghoon’s growing problem.
There’s a possibility Sunghoon’s heart’s just stopped. “Sun, what…what are you talking about?”
“I like you so much,” Sunoo mumbles into Sunghoon’s neck. “Why don’t you like me back? How come?”
Yup, Sunghoon’s heart has definitely stopped, there’s no surviving this. Sunoo’s ass gives another wiggle, Sunghoon’s hands tightening on his hips. His jeans are slung low on his hips and this is too much, Sunghoon’s not prepared for this!
“O-of course I like you, Noo,” Sunghoon chokes out, scanning the crowd for a single familiar face. He spots Jungwon, Jake, and Heeseung but they’re all laughing as they look over at him. Assholes.
The crop top makes sense now. Jungwon is holding Sunoo’s sweater and the shit eating grin on Jake’s face is indicative enough of whose idea this was. He sticks his middle finger out at him and Jake, fucking dick that he is, blows Sunghoon a kiss.
“Not like that!” Sunoo exclaims, pulling away from Sunghoon so fast, he’s afraid Sunoo’s given himself whiplash. Except he looks unaffected by any neck pain, and starts to bounce in Sunghoon’s lap instead, whining. “I like like you. You’re so dumb, hyung. How’re you so dumb?”
“I think,” Sunghoon says slowly, his insides twisting together as he tries to keep his brain from melting out of his ears, “that it’s time for you to go home.”
“You don’t like me?” Sunoo says very quietly, a worrying sheen in his eyes and Sunghoon’s not going to live past this day.
“No no no, that’s not ― that’s not what I said. Sun, you’re just ― you’re very drunk. Really, very drunk,” Sunghoon assures, panic squeezing his chest tight. His friends are still being utterly useless shits.
“So?” Sunoo snaps defensively, rubbing at his eyes. “So? I still,” he hiccups,“still l-like you.”
“I ― ” Sunghoon starts, swallowing, “I l-like you, too, Noo. Really.”
“Really?” Sunoo’s chewing on his bottom lip and Sunghoon’s dick is so hard, this is a nightmare.
“Uh, yeah, really,” Sunghoon hurries to say, tentatively brushes Sunoo’s hair out of his eyes. He looks less like he might start crying at any second, smile blooming across his features like the sun coming out. “So, now that we have that all cleared up, you wanna go home?”
“Nope!” Sunoo giggles, arms wrapping around Sunghoon’s neck as he clings to him bodily. “I’m gonna stay here with you.”
“But I have to go home, too, Sunoo,” Sunghoon reasons, feels the burn of his flush flooding his skin neck down. Sunoo’s skin is so soft, so warm under Sunghoon’s hands and his dick is being really unhelpful right now. “Sunoo.”
“I wanna go home with you!” Sunoo declares, squeezing Sunghoon tighter. A disaster. This is a disaster and Sunghoon’s going to die or worse, cream his pants.
“H-how about I take you home and we work from there?” Sunghoon suggests, glaring as some guy quirks his brow up at them. Sunoo makes a thoughtful humming sound, the vibrations singing between them, melting under Sunghoon’s skin.
“Okay,” Sunoo murmurs but makes no move to get out of Sunghoon’s lap. His mouth is hot against the skin of Sunghoon’s neck and this isn’t how he wants Sunoo, intoxicated and unlikely to remember anything in the morning.
“You’re gonna have to get off me, Sun,” Sunghoon whispers, very much still under Sunoo’s body. It’s like someone’s plugged him into an electric outlet, blood singing with an energy he doesn’t know what to do with.
“Don’t wanna,” Sunoo pouts. “You’re so warm, hyungie. Like you so much…”
Sunghoon closes his eyes, head falling back to rest against the back of the seat. Right. He has the object of his every desire in his lap right now, confessing to him, and that’d be swell if he wasn’t drunk and they weren’t in someone else’s living room.
There’s only one thing to do. Sunghoon’s going to have to carry Sunoo out of the apartment.
“You holding on tight, Sun?” Sunghoon asks, hands slipping to Sunoo’s thighs. They’re thick and nice and snug against him and very distracting. Sunoo just giggles, and Sunghoon takes it as a yes, hoisting himself up with Sunoo still clinging to him. He nearly falls back down, Sunoo yelping out in surprise as they sway, one of Sunghoon’s hands falling back to steady them. He pushes off the couch once Sunoo’s got both his legs wrapped around Sunghoon’s waist, and Jake’s whoop is loud enough to be heard over the music.
Mission accomplished.
“Hyungie,” Sunoo says slowly, eyes comically wide as he looks at Sunghoon, “you’re so strong.”
“Uh, thanks?” Sunghoon makes a beeline for the front door, ignoring all the looks they’re getting and in his haste, grip on Sunoo’s thighs slipping, his hands end up on Sunoo’s very round and very plump ass. The ass Sunghoon’s wet dreams are haunted by.
Sunoo’s giggling, and he sounds very pretty, he always does, Sunghoon’s heart hammering away against his chest. He gets them out the front door, the sound of the music muted by the wall between them.
He’s about to put Sunoo down, when Sunoo leans away from Sunghoon, sends them teetering forward until they hit the wall. Sunoo’s licking his lips, and Sunghoon’s trying not to stare while very purposefully not thinking about how his hands are still on Sunoo’s ass.
“Your hands are so big, hyung,” Sunoo breathes and Sunghoon just about chokes, spluttering out a, “What!” as Sunoo laughs, fingers dancing along Sunghoon’s shoulders. “Are you gonna carry me home?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Sunghoon says, swallows nervously. Sunoo’s pouting again. He cautiously moves his hands to wrap around Sunoo’s waist.
“But I don’t wanna walk,” Sunoo whines. And really, did Sunghoon just not notice that Sunoo was this childish when drunk or was he doing this on purpose?
“Sunoo ― ”
“Carry me!” Sunoo demands, smacking Sunghoon in the chest.
“Okay, okay, I’ll carry you,” Sunghoon yields, sighing, heart melting a little at the way Sunoo’s face lights up, giggling as he grins. “But we’ll piggyback it, yeah?”
Someone whistles as they walk past them leaving the apartment and Sunghoon realises they’re still in a very compromising position, Sunoo’s hips flush against his own. He’s trying not to think about it. He lets Sunoo down slowly, makes sure he’s steady on his feet before stepping back and it doesn’t help in the least, Sunghoon’s eyes now glued to Sunoo’s exposed abdomen.
Sunoo’s rubbing at his eyes, his shirt hitching up further and Sunghoon's drinking in Sunoo’s exposed skin like he’s never seen anyone's stomach before. Sunoo’s skin is smooth, belly flat, his jeans sitting low on his hips and ―
“Home, we have to get you home,” Sunghoon reminds himself, realising that Sunoo’s probably underdressed for the weather. It’ll be cold outside, and he’s pulling off his hoodie before he’s even thought it through.
“Here, Sun,” Sunghoon offers, and Sunoo stares at the hoodie, seemingly uncomprehending.
“But I’m not cold,” Sunoo says, blinking.
“You’ll get cold,” Sunghoon insists, wrapping the hoodie around Sunoo’s small frame. He gets Sunoo to actually wear it, his hands barely peaking out of the sleeves and it’s so cute and weirdly arousing at the same time. “Okay, let’s go.”
“You promised you’d carry me,” Sunoo reminds, arms crossing over his chest and it’s fucking adorable and Sunghoon doesn’t have time for this.
“I did,” Sunghoon agrees easily, turning around, knees bent. Sunoo giggles behind him and then Sunghoon’s steadying himself, Sunoo jumping onto his back. He wraps his arms around Sunghoon’s neck tight, legs coming up against his hips. Sunghoon slips a hand under each thigh and it’s going to be a long night.
Sunoo spends the entire walk to his apartment with his face pressed up against Sunghoon’s neck and every time Sunghoon hikes him up, he can feel Sunoo’s half-hard cock against his back. On top of which, Sunoo keeps murmuring how much he likes him and Sunghoon’s not sure what aches more, his heart or his dick.
It’s confusing.
But they’re inside Sunoo’s apartment, finally, somehow and Sunghoon can leave and pretend this never happened. It’s not like Sunoo would remember. The thought sends a sharp pain stabbing into his chest and Sunghoon wishes but that’s dangerous.
“Hyungie,” Sunoo slurs, half asleep as Sunghoon works off his shoes. “Hyungie, why’d you go?”
“I’m right here, Sun,” Sunghoon answers, looking up at Sunoo. He’s got an arm covering his face, Sunghoon’s sweater too big on him. He’s drowning in it and in the darkness of his room, Sunghoon can’t help the possessive swell in his chest.
“Don’t leave,” Sunoo mumbles, voice cracking and Sunghoon drops Sunoo’s other shoe to the floor, scooting up the bed.
“I won’t,” Sunghoon assures, tugs Sunoo’s arm away from his face. There’s moonlight dripping in from Sunoo’s window, stars twinkling in the far off distance, and Sunghoon still can’t take his eyes off of Sunoo.
“Promise?” Sunoo’s looking up at him, can barely keep his eyes open but his fingers are gripping Sunghoon’s t-shirt desperately, body curling toward him.
“Promise,” Sunghoon whispers, hand wrapping over Sunoo’s, thumb rubbing soft circles into his skin. Sunoo’s smiling, eyes closed peacefully and he looks gorgeous. Sunghoon wishes he could kiss him, chest shrinking as he tries to suck in a big enough breath. He feels heavy, like a sinking star, and Sunoo's fingers haven't loosened in the least. He'll wait.
Sunghoon's pretty sure Sunoo's sound asleep, but when he makes to get up, Sunoo's fingers tighten in his shirt again, a furrow appearing between his brows.
"You said you wouldn't go," Sunoo mumbles, fights to get his eyes open and Sunghoon doesn't understand how he can be so stubborn.
"Go to sleep, Noo," Sunghoon tells him instead, swallows around everything else he wishes he could say. He pushes Sunoo's hair back, blushes when Sunoo gives him a needy little pleased sound.
"Wanna cuddle," Sunoo whines, tugging on Sunghoon's shirt. He's spent the whole night giving into Sunoo, should probably say no, but who's he kidding, he's gonna give in now, too.
"You sure?" Sunghoon asks, cards his hand through Sunoo's hair again, enjoys the way Sunoo sighs into the touch.
"Yeah," Sunoo says, soft and tender, scoots closer to the wall to give Sunghoon more room, hand still fisted in Sunghoon's t-shirt. It's not like Sunghoon would leave if he wanted to. Sunoo is magnetic and Sunghoon's never been able to stay away, no matter how hard he tried.
Sunghoon slips off his shoes first, works the blanket out from underneath Sunoo before sliding in next to him. He drapes the blanket over them, breath catching in his throat as Sunoo burrows into him, tucks himself into Sunghoon's chest. Everything feels a bit like a dream, like maybe Sunghoon's still sitting on that couch back in Jungwon's apartment passed out, unable to think of anything except Sunoo. Nothing new.
But it's nice, it's safe and Sunoo is soft all over, Sunghoon's hand smoothing down his back, lulling him to sleep.
"Hyungie..." Sunoo says, so quiet Sunghoon almost doesn't catch it.
"Still here," Sunghoon replies but he doesn't get a reply, Sunoo's breathing evening out. The grip on Sunghoon's t-shirt is loose, but Sunghoon's tired and comfortable and it'll be okay. He can stay the night. He'll figure it out in the morning.
"You're the prettiest, Sun," Sunghoon whispers, but Sunoo's asleep, soft sighs escaping him. Sunghoon's chest aches.
Sunghoon's never liked parties, but his arm's numb because Kim Sunoo is sleeping on it. In his head, the two things correlate but he's sleepy and can't be held accountable for poor logic.
"Sunghoon?" That's his name. Someone's calling it but opening his eyes to see is too much work.
"Five more minutes," he mumbles, arm tightening around the warm body lying next to him. Wait.
What.
His eyes shoot open, sunlight temporarily blinding him, eyes watering as he adjusts to the brightness. When everything comes into focus, he's looking at Kim Sunoo, haloed out.
"Shit," he says out loud and Sunoo's look of confusion morphs into one of hurt and Sunghoon could punch himself. "No, not like that! I ― "
"What happened?" Sunoo asks instead, sits up in bed and his hair's all mussed up, eyes puffy and mouth puffier. Sunghoon squeezes his eyes shut. He's still wearing Sunghoon's hoodie.
And he doesn't remember anything. He doesn't remember anything. Sunghoon thinks he might cry.
"Nothing," he hears himself say, voice shaking. "Just brought you home. You, uh, wanted to cuddle."
"What?" Sunoo asks sharply, head spinning to look at Sunghoon. Something in his chest feels like it's crumbling.
"I'll get outta here," Sunghoon says, sits up, and very pointedly doesn't look at Sunoo. He looks small and soft and he spent the entire night pressed into Sunghoon and it felt like Sunghoon was holding something very precious. "Make sure you drink lots of water, Sun. You were pretty drunk."
Sunoo doesn't say anything, and Sunghoon can't bring himself to look, slips his shoes on as he swallows down bile. His head's throbbing in tandem with his heart, and he'd known it was a bad idea. Staying usually was.
"T-thanks for bringing me home hyung." Sunoo's voice sounds raspy, but Sunghoon can't look back. He stands up, runs a hand through his hair and heads for the bedroom door.
"No problem."
"Hyung, wait!" Sunoo calls after him, forcing Sunghoon to stop, to look back. He curses under his breath. Sunoo looks distressed, like he's made a mistake and Sunghoon doesn't want to be a mistake. "Did I ― did I say anything?"
Sunghoon's about to say no, he really is but it doesn't come out like that. "You said you liked me. A bunch of times."
Sunoo's eyes widen, hands fisting into his blanket and Sunghoon's ready to go home, sleep the rest of his weekend away. "What?" he breathes.
"It's ― it's fine. I know you didn't mean it like that."
I like like you, Sunoo's voice rings in his head.
"Anyways, I'll see you around, Sunoo," Sunghoon says, nauseous and quietly heartbroken.
"I," Sunoo starts, looks away from Sunghoon before looking back. "I do like you."
For a split second, Sunghoon's mind goes completely blank, feels like his stomach's just dropped and hit rock bottom. His mouth's gone dry, and he's not sure if he's gaping or not but Sunoo's eyes are glued to his hands.
"Oh," he manages, finally and wow, great job there Park. Very smooth.
Sunoo laughs, sounds more like he's about to cry and Sunghoon's so fucking stupid.
"I like you, too," he blurts, shoulders stiffening as he digs his fingers into the wooden frame of the door. Sunoo's head snaps up and then they're just staring at each other like two very big idiots.
"You do?"
"I piggybacked you all the way to your apartment," Sunghoon says, as if that were answer enough. "I'd do it again."
Sunoo's smile is so big, bleeds into laughter so quickly that Sunghoon barely notices the rush of relief, the way his shoulders sag, the bubbling rise of euphoria. Sunoo likes him.
"You're so dumb," Sunoo laughs, eyes disappearing and Sunghoon's legs are working again, don't feel like rubber. He covers the space between the door and Sunoo's bed in two quick strides, kneels down in front of him, wishes he could cup Sunoo's face in his hands.
"You're so dumb," Sunoo repeats, grabs Sunghoon by the t-shirt and yanks him closer, mouths crushing together. It's nothing like what Sunghoon imagined, Sunoo's mouth somehow soft and hard all at once, lips chapped and it's rough, happy. Sunghoon surges forward, hands cupping Sunoo's jaw as he pushes them down. Sunoo goes easy, laughter bubbling into their kiss and Sunghoon's straddling him, can't wipe the stupid lovesick grin off his face.
"I'm dumb?" he says, kisses Sunoo between each word. "You spent the whole night telling me you liked me."
"So?" Sunoo says, not even a little embarrassed. "I do like you. Drunk me looked out for hungover me."
Sunghoon laughs, kisses Sunoo as tenderly as he's always wanted to. His heart aches, stomach full of butterflies and he could do this all day. "Hungover you tastes gross."
"Trust me, you're not doing any better."
"Happy Birthday, Sun."