coreytm:
╰ ＊ 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖗 : barom bang ( @baromtm ) .
corey awakens from a fitful sleep , bed sheets tangled around long , muscled legs , the tossing & turning during his lack of consciousness causing him to SWEAT , a nightmare ridding him of the peace that closing his eyes usually guaranteed . chest rising & falling with heavy breaths , the brunet squeezes his eyes shut , focuses on maintaining a relaxed state , counting back from ten silently in his mind as he tries to regulate each inhale & exhale . it had been non - stop since his return , sleeping alone feeling WORSE than he had imagined . after a few more moments of lying there in minor disbelief at his own deteriorating mental state , corey elects to rise out of bed , to rinse the night’s upsetting events from his skin . though he resided within the walls of the master bedroom , their linens were in the laundry room , & it had been up to him to bring the towels up to his room , the pledges having done the washing & the folding , leaving the last part to corey . having neglected to do it earlier that day , he was now STUCK going to retrieve it from downstairs . eyes still sticky with sleep , corey rubs at them with the back of a curled fist , an innocent action that makes him look much younger & more vulnerable than usual . padding down the corridor of the second floor of the sigma alpha nu house , he expects to see no one at this hour , the sun almost starting to show in the distance as rays of light begin to bleed in through the windows , when his body collides , hard , into someone else’s . ‘ fuck . jesus christ , walk much ? ’ his voice is gravelly , coming from somewhere deep in his chest , when he looks up , & warm ochre hues have time to process who exactly is standing in front of him . is that – ‘ barom bang ? what the fuck are you doing in my house ? ’ & his eyes flicker to the door the raven - haired male must have emerged from , & even in his tiredness it doesn’t take long for him to put two & two together . ‘ god , you have to be fucking kidding me . ’
in barom’s defense , he had been having a bad night when he stumbled into the bar . he had no intentions on getting drunk , nor did he think he’d be going home with a snu brother of all people , but he did and now he’s found himself searching around a foreign bedroom for his clothes , phone , keys and wallet . his items are soon in his possession once again , but for the love of god he can’t find his shirt so he has no shame in digging through his conquest’s drawer and discovering a shirt that’s about three sizes too big for himself and the guy drooling on his pillow . had his standards suddenly dropped over night or was he really that drunk ? either way it goes , the dark - haired male steps into his shoes and attempts to make himself somewhat presentable before making the inevitable walk of shame . at this point , barom’s sure there isn’t a single shameful bone left in his body , and his mom would kick his ass if she ever figured that out . he tip - toes out of the room , even though he’s sure that a major event could happen and the man in the bed would continue sleeping , so barom slips out of the room without being spotted . he releases a pent up breath , wanting to get back to his room to shower and get ready for the afternoon class that was sure to kick his ass once it rolled around . other than attending a few parties here and there , barom never had interest in stepping foot into this house in particular , but apparently something else was in the cards for him . his phone vibrates in his hand , signaling the ten percent of battery he has remaining , so he decides to put a bit more pep in his step so he could get home before the rest of campus is out and about for the day . what he doesn’t expect though , is to collide with a much bigger ( and very much naked ) form that seemed to come out of nowhere . he can’t say he’s surprised to have run into a shirtless corey meyers considering that it is his house , but he can’t help but feel a bit disappointed that his hopes for a clean break had been dashed . ‘ i’m leaving , ’ he says easily while sliding his wallet and keys into his pockets underneath the massive shirt . he feels a bit weird being in his presence due to corey being sans a shirt and his overwhelming vulnerability , but when the slightly taller male puts the evidence together , his face grows warm . ‘ what’s the problem ? a boy can’t satisfy his needs with one of your brothers or is that too much for you to handle ? ’
