DRUNKTEEZ
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Pairing: Ateez x fem reader
Total word count: 8,770
Note: I’ve been wanting to write ot8 scenarios about drunk Ateez since the Wanteez drink tour episodes omg. I hope these scenarios don’t sound repetitive
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𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆 | 홍중 | w.c 1,130
It was a group outing. You, Hongjoong, and the other Ateez members were at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant in Seoul to celebrate the end of promotions for their recent comeback as well as winning an award for their new song. Your boyfriend didn't drink often, but has "gotten better at it." His words, not yours.
As soon as the bottles of soju were brought to the table, Wooyoung was grabbing two at a time, passing them down the line so Yunho could start pouring shots for everyone.
You plucked the small glass from the tabletop, glancing over at your boyfriend, who was swirling the liquid around inside.
"We should have a toast first." San spoke up.
Seonghwa, eager as ever, stood and held his glass up. "Thank you to everyone who worked hard on this comeback. It wouldn't have been possible without you. To my members, let's enjoy some time to ourselves and celebrate our win. Fighting!"
"Fighting!" The group chorused.
Everyone collectively raised their glasses and downed their shots, Hongjoong's lips pressing together at the bitter aftertaste. You cleared your throat, dropping the glass back down onto the table.
"One more. One more." Wooyoung eagerly chanted, grabbing for an open bottle.
"Are you trying to get us drunk before we even eat?" Hongjoong chastised teasingly.
"Hey, loosen up." Wooyoung laughed. "We're celebrating."
Another round was poured and everyone threw back their shots. Jongho, the most immune, started filling his glass again for a third round.
Mingi laughed, pointing at the youngest. "Look at this guy."
While the others cut up with one another and goofed off, Hongjoong turned to you, his gaze lingering long enough for you to notice.
"After such a busy schedule, seeing you is like a breath of fresh air." His hand found yours under the table, his thumb caressing your knuckle.
A chorus of "ooh's" rang out, bringing your attention to the many platters of food being brought to the table, their savory aroma dancing in the air.
An array of side dishes were spread along the table to pair with the grilled beef and pork. Everyone had the same wide-eyed expression, reaching for their chopsticks eagerly.
"I'm gonna show you how to properly eat grilled pork belly." Hongjoong grabbed a piece of meat, taking a little of the side dishes, steering clear of the vegetables, and creating one perfect bite.
Instead of eating it himself, he held it out to you. You let him feed you, barely managing to get it all in one bite.
"Mmm!" You hummed in approval, giving him a thumbs up.
"I told you." He grinned proudly.
Food disappeared and glasses continued to be refilled. All the while, you were witnessing firsthand the rapid effects the soju was having on your boyfriend. He didn't have a noticeable pink flush, but his behavior gave it away. Hongjoong giggled more, finding everyone entertaining. He laughed that loud belly laugh of his that you loved so much. The alcohol had definitely loosened him up, allowing a glimpse of a goofier Hongjoong you didn't get to see often.
He wasn't the type for a lot of PDA, but with all those shots coursing through his veins, he became more touchy. He would give your hand a little pat, lean over to bump shoulders, and even rested his hand on your thigh.
After Yunho made some ridiculous pun, your boyfriend leaned over on you as he cackled, which he'd been doing often, losing his balance despite being seated.
"You alright?" You chuckled.
"Yeah." He drawled with a grin, draping his arm over your shoulder. "Never better."
A discussion at the opposite end of the table seemed to have sparked an impromptu karaoke session. Mingi stood up to belt out lyrics, dragging poor Yeosang to stand beside him. Hongjoong got up and swayed with the others, bumping into you while singing along. Even San, who had been sitting quietly, was now on his feet singing loudly. You were grateful to be in a separate dining room, away from any patrons looking for a peaceful meal.
Watching the guys was so entertaining, you almost missed your boyfriend going to do a handstand, his legs hoisting into the air beside you.
"Hongjoong!"
He took a couple wobbly steps before dropping his feet back to the floor. He stood upright, laughing heartily. The other members seemed unfazed by his behavior, like it was just another day.
"Ohh captain's drunk!" Laughed Seonghwa, who was already teetering on the edge of intoxicated.
"He does this all the time." Yunho assured you, grinning at Hongjoong's drunken enthusiasm.
"Careful." You warned in a lighthearted tone.
He waved a dismissive hand. "Ah. I'm fine."
Once the group sing along ceased, Hongjoong sat back down, taking a bite of grilled beef, his free hand coming to rest on your thigh. Your eyes darted down at the contact, his touch warm, even through the fabric of your pants.
He chatted with the boys, discussing some of the highlights of the comeback, recalling a few funny mishaps during the promotional period.
"No, no. Tell the story about how you slung your mic across the stage at M Countdown." Hongjoong said to Mingi through a laugh, his touch leaving your thigh to absentmindedly reach for your hand.
The rapper began his tale of woe, leaving the entire table laughing, including you.
The topic switched and your attention drifted from the conversation when you felt Hongjoong's forehead hit your shoulder.
"I'm so glad you're here." He drawled drunkenly.
"I am too."
"You're so nice." He murmured. "And you're all mine."
"That's right." You had to conceal the amusement creeping into your tone.
On a regular day, Hongjoong was possessive—in a sweet and endearing kind of way, but tonight the alcohol had brought out a more vocal side of him.
"You won't look at other idols, right? Only me?" He asked in a murmur, lips in a soft pout.
"Only you." A chuckle slipped out. "I promise."
"Mmm." He nuzzled against you. "Good. You can't look at other idols. Just look at me."
"I will." You snickered. "You tired?"
He nodded.
The other members were equally as wasted, some worse than others. The group's manager gathered them all, guiding them towards the communal SUV that took them out. Hongjoong shuffled behind you, dropping into his seat, his head falling limply onto your shoulder as you wrestled with his seatbelt, clicking it into place.
He was out like a light within minutes, the street lamps briefly illuminating his face as they passed. Getting him inside and into bed would prove to be a challenge, but it was one you were willing to tackle. And you'd definitely be teasing him for his behavior tomorrow when he was sober.
𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐖𝐀 | 성화 | w.c 1,460
Mingi's arms gesticulated wildly as he told some elaborate story over dinner, Wooyoung cutting in every so often to correct him when he misquoted something.
"It's been so long since we've gone out as a group." Seonghwa said to you, his eyes glimmering with unspoken, but visible, appreciation. The undertone of excitement in his voice didn't go unnoticed either.
The entire table was buzzing with conversation as everyone pored over the menu, discussing what they were craving.
"Wahh. They have boiled pork belly and seafood pancakes." He gaped. "I don't know what it is, but greasy food always pairs well with soju."
You considered Seonghwa to be a connoisseur of sorts when it came to food and what combinations were the best, so you trusted his opinion.
"They have the brand of beer I like too." He pointed on the menu. "I might have one."
Seonghwa was a lightweight when it came to alcohol. He knew that, you knew that, the whole group knew that. However, Seonghwa knew his limits.
"Should we order some spicy rice cakes?" Yeosang asked, glancing down the table.
"Two." Yunho added enthusiastically, holding up two fingers.
"That sounds good." Seonghwa gasped.
The entire group loved food and would chime in when someone suggested something particularly delicious. Once the order was placed, multiple bottles of beer and soju were brought to the table. Jongho grabbed one and started doing tricks with it, creating a cyclone with the alcohol. Seonghwa took one and opened it in a showy manner, rotating and twisting it open. You chuckled at his theatrics, watching as he poured you a shot of soju. Mingi did the honors of pouring Seonghwa's, filling it to the brim
"Woah. Woah. What's that?" You laughed loudly, pointing to the overflowing shot.
"Hey, Mingi's no good at this." Wooyoung shook his head.
"You can't pour it out." Jongho cut in.
Seonghwa took the glass, examining it before grinning clinking his glass softly against yours with a small, "Cheers."
He tilted it back, taking it like a champ. You followed, drinking your own glass. The burn was subtle, lingering in your chest after you took the shot.
Seonghwa released a long "Ahh." and sat back in his chair.
"Let's have another round." Wooyoung suggested, already working to pour more shots for those around him.
Seonghwa refilled your glass and let you do the same to his. You made sure not to overdo it like Mingi did, giving him a normal level of alcohol.
The warmth from the soju mixed perfectly with the cozy and welcoming atmosphere of the restaurant. Conversations buzzed between the group, Yunho telling a particularly interesting story about Yeosang walking into his room naked while he was doing a livestream.
"I was laid on the bed holding my phone and I see Yeosang in my peripheral."
Yeosang was laughing, but you could see his ears were pink, and it wasn't from the alcohol.
You had your hand over your mouth, nearly doubled over in your seat from laughing so hard.
"No one saw him, right?" Hongjoong asked Yunho.
"No, no. But I told Atiny about it as it was happening and everyone wanted me to turn the camera around."
The entire table burst into laughter.
"That's our Atiny." Mingi chuckled.
During the conversation, Seonghwa decided to crack open one of the beers while it was still cold, taking a sip of it.
He let out a noise of approval, his brows pulled together in an expression that let you know he enjoyed it. He looked towards you with a little smile, leaning over to say quietly, "You look really pretty tonight."
The heat of a blush spread across your cheeks and all you could manage was a shy thank you.
Amidst the discussions and silent exchanges, glasses were refilled and ready for another round.
After Seonghwa's third shot, you could tell he was starting to loosen up. He was laughing louder and being extra cheeky, his ears sporting a deep shade of pink.
"Let's play a drinking game." He piped up.
Yunho's expression brightened at that and Jongho nodded in agreement.
"Okay. Pick one." Hongjoong nodded towards Seonghwa.
Immediately, a game chant was started, prompting your boyfriend to give his answer at the end of it.
"What about 369 game?"
A chorus of excited noises echoed down the table as everyone got ready.
It started on the opposite side of the table, Yeosang began the game by calling out one. It went to Wooyoung, who called out two, then San clapped. The game continued, going around the table until the second round of numbers when they started to get higher. Seonghwa, poor guy, missed his cue to call a number, prompting the group to start chanting, "Idiot shot! Idiot shot!"
Seonghwa's giggles filled the air and Yunho did the honors of pouring the shot—to the brim. Seonghwa examined the glass with wide eyes.
"You don't have to drink it all." Hongjoong assured him.
"No. I can do it." He insisted, cheeks flushed.
His nimble fingers took the glass, raising it to his lips and tilting it back.
It took two servers to bring out everything that was ordered. Bowls of steaming rice cakes, glistening cuts of pork belly, perfectly browned seafood pancakes, and other dishes were laid out on the table for the group.
Your foodie boyfriend's eyes were wide with wonder as the food was brought to the table, darting from platter to platter. Some of the members laughed at his awed expression, a few teasing remarks made here and there.
"Cure." San giggled.
"What do you want on your plate?" Seonghwa asked you, brown irises shimmering under the dim restaurant lighting.
Your heart softened at his attentiveness. Even tipsy, he made sure that you were taken care of.
Everyone fell silent, quietly enjoying the spread of dishes brought to the table. You glanced over to check on Seonghwa periodically, watching lovingly as he took massive bites of his food.
You stifled a chuckle, to which he gave you a blissfully blank stare.
"What?"
You shook your head. "You're just cute when you eat."
His face melted into the most adorable little smile, his eyes going soft. In a split second, he closed the distance between your faces, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You blinked at the public display of affection and before you could fully react to it, Seonghwa went back to stuffing his face.
As the night progressed, his eyes became rounder and more glossy, his cheeks and neck tinged a deep pink—a clear sign he was drunk.
"Hwa, love." You murmured.
He turned to you with a ditzy expression, blinking expectantly. "Yes?"
"Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm fine!" His words were accompanied by a slight slur. "Let's play another drinking game!"
A few suggestions were thrown out there before everyone settled on one. You participated in the game, watching Seonghwa giggle throughout the whole thing.
"You messed up!" Wooyoung pointed to San, who was barely hanging on. "Penalty shot."
Seonghwa laughed loudly. "Haha! Idiot."
He was being particularly adorable, unintentionally cranking up the cuteness.
He wobbled in his seat, leaning sideways into you when he laughed, needing support, lest he go toppling to the floor.
When the evening came to a close and everyone was taken back home. You were left to deal with a drunken Seonghwa who staggered while trying to get his shoes off in the doorway. His roommates, San and Mingi disappeared to their own rooms. San was about to fall asleep standing up while Mingi couldn't stop laughing at him.
You barely managed to get Seonghwa to his room without stumbling. As soon as you released him, he dropped down onto the side of his bed.
You sighed softly and cupped his cheeks, gently forcing him to look at you. His face was the reddest it's ever been and his brown eyes were glistening in the dim lamps in his room.
"You're so pretty." He murmured, gazing up like you'd hung the moon.
"You're very drunk right now." You giggled quietly.
"But I still think you're pretty."
"Thank you, Hwa. You're pretty too."
His puffy eyes widened. "I am?"
"Yes." You stifled a soft laugh. "Now, I think pretty boys like you need some beauty sleep, yeah?"
He nodded with a cute little noise.
He didn't bother with pajamas, merely stripping down to his boxers and collapsing in his bed. You stole one of his shirts and a pair of sweats, turning off his lamp and crawling into bed. He was glued to your side in an instant, curled up against you.
"Soft."
You reached up to caress his hair, earning a faint noise in response. "Goodnight, Hwa."
"G'night." He slurred, already dozing off.
𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎 | 윤호 | w.c 1,030
It was a cozy Friday night with Yunho. The coffee table was littered with partially-eaten containers of food and bottles of soju that had long been opened. An exhausting week of work was behind you and your weekend was being kicked off by having a game night with your boyfriend who'd just gotten a new game for his PlayStation. The Spider-Man-themed controller was clutched between your hands, your fingers moving swiftly over the buttons and joysticks.
"Good job, good job, good job." He repeated, eyes glued to the TV screen.
Yunho was leaned forward, completely engrossed in the gameplay, barely even blinking, lest he miss something.
His body jerked and he yelped. "Dodge! Hurry, hurry."
Your thumbs toggled the controls and you moved your avatar out of the line of fire, your heart pounding from the adrenaline.
One by one, the both of you worked to take out enemies from the other team until the very end. There was only one player left from the opposing side. You located their hideout and ambushed them with Yunho, taking them down and winning the game.
Yunho threw his hands up in victory, leaning over to pepper your face in kisses.
"That's my girl!" He praised, stirring up butterflies in your stomach. "Let's celebrate with a shot."
His neck and ears were already red and the same rosy hue was starting to spread to his cheeks from previous shots, but you agreed anyway.
You set aside the game controller and let Yunho pour up a glass, taking the bottle from him to serve him in return.
"To a good game." He toasted, clinking his shot glass with yours before tilting his head back.
You mirrored his movements, feeling the subtle burn that followed. You returned to your partially-eaten food that still held a little warmth, chewing quietly as the background music for Yunho's game filled the room.
"Should we watch something?" He asked.
"Yeah. I think I'm ready to relax for a bit."
Yunho immediately opened up one of his streaming services and scrolled the options.
"How about this one? We've been putting it off." He offered.
The thumbnail for an anime that recently released was displayed on the screen along with a description.
"It's got that one character in it." He added, proceeding to dramatically mimic said character from popular clips that had circulated social media.
His goofy behavior never failed to make you laugh. Giggles bubbled up out of you and Yunho's already glossy eyes seemed to shimmer.
"Let's do it." You agreed.
The first episode started to play and Yunho situated himself against you, his thigh pressed against yours, an arm draped behind you. You leaned into his side, eyes focused on the screen. Throughout the next few episodes, Yunho alternated between eating and taking a few sips of soju, opting to drink straight from the bottle.
At first, you paid no mind to it. Yunho had a decent alcohol tolerance, so you knew he wouldn't get plastered. He would gradually shift his position, sometimes pulling you right into his chest, keeping you very close. This behavior was a little clingier than normal. It wasn't anything to be alarmed about though, so you let him do as he wished and lay however he wanted.
It wasn't until he started grabbing your hand to play with it and peppering your arm with kisses that you realized something was up. You could no longer concentrate on the anime, as Yunho's clinginess was taking most of your attention.
"You okay?" You finally asked, your voice tinged with amusement as you watched the way he nuzzled against the back of your hand.
"Mhm." He hummed blissfully, releasing your hand to wrap his arm around you, pulling your body against his.
You shivered when he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, releasing a warm breath right against your skin.
"You're so soft." He murmured, words slurred.
His lips pressed firmly to the junction between your neck and shoulder, making your eyelids flutter involuntarily. He pulled back to nuzzle into your jaw, lips brushing along it.
"I love you." He uttered drunkenly. "M'so lucky."
The ticklish sensations caused you to shiver. "I love you too, Yun."
He leaned over, putting more of his weight on you until you were laid on the couch, partially trapped beneath his body.
"Yunho." You chuckled.
He laughed in response, settling fully on top of you.
"You're really comfy."
"And you're drunk."
"Only a liiitle." He drawled, snuggling into you.
Yunho's weight was comforting, his body warm and cozy. He shifted, pressing a clumsy kiss to the corner of your mouth, his hand slipping underneath the hem of your shirt to caress your bare waist.
"This is nice." He murmured, pressing his lips to your jaw.
His kisses were messy and uncoordinated, but stirred butterflies in your gut nonetheless.
"We're missing the show." You whispered, fingers carding gently through his hair.
"S'okay."
You had no doubt that if Yunho was with a group of friends right now, he would be laughing and bouncing everywhere, but due to the lazy atmosphere, the alcohol was making him feel heavy.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his glazed brown eyes glimmering in the light of the TV. He gazed at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on.
"What?" You decided to ask.
"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."
"Okay. That's definitely not true."
"It is." He insisted, dragging the words out with a faint whine.
Instead of arguing, you indulged him. "Well, thank you."
"You're welcome." He hummed, dropping his head onto your chest with a little huff of self-satisfaction. "I know what I'm talking about, y'know."
"Hm?"
"I'm a little tipsy, but I know what I'm saying."
You believed him. After all, his tolerance for alcohol was impressive.
"Then I want you to tell me again tomorrow."
"I will. I'll scream it from the rooftops."
"That's not necessary." You giggled, brushing his hair. "Just rest for now."
At your words, Yunho's body relaxed and he fell silent, save for his soft breathing.
"Goodnight." You whispered.
𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐆 | 여상 | w.c 1,430
Green bottles of soju were scattered along the tabletop, one of them already empty. You and your boyfriend were usually homebodies, preferring to stay in rather than go out. However, tonight, you found yourselves in an outdoor eating area beside a food truck. An array of classic Korean meals and side dishes were spread along the tabletop, some partially eaten. The tent covering the dining area made for a comfortable experience and it helped that there were only two people in there besides yourselves.
Yeosang took a rice cake between his chopsticks and popped it into his mouth, humming appreciatively.
"This is nice." You sighed, grabbing a generous bite of ramen, slurping the noodles quietly.
"Mhm." Your boyfriend nodded, chewing with a little pout on his lips—an adorable habit of his.
You reached for your phone, opening the camera and snapping a couple pictures as discreetly as possible, wanting desperately to capture this moment. Unfortunately for you, Yeosang was much more aware than you hoped in that moment, his eyes catching the top of your phone peeking from over the edge of the table.
"Hey."
You jerked your phone out of sight and started laughing out of embarrassment at being caught.
"Sorry. You looked cute."
"I'm not cute." He denied.
"Right, right." You chuckled, recalling how Yeosang didn't like being called that. "Then what do I do? What am I supposed to call you?"
"Call me handsome. Sexy, maybe?" He grinned, wiggling his brows.
"When you're eating with a pout on your face? That's impossible." You huffed dramatically, slumping forward.
"Okay." He relented. "I'll give you a pass this once. Only once, because you're my girlfriend."
You gave a small laugh, knowing that was a lie. He let you call him cute all the time.
"How generous."
Yeosang set his chopsticks aside and reached for another bottle of soju.
"Wanna see something I learned from Jongho?"
"A bottle trick?"
He nodded, taking the bottle and holding it sideways before jerking it upright, the force of the movement causing a small tornado inside the glass.
"Ooh." You clapped. "Impressive."
He had that signature tiny shy smile on his face at your praise.
"Here. Try it." He pressed the bottle into your palm, his fingers brushing yours.
You mimicked his movements, jerking the bottle, watching as a partial cyclone spun inside the glass.
"I did it! Sort of." You chuckled, passing it back to Yeosang who cracked the seal and poured you both another round. You clinked your glasses and downed the shot in one smooth motion.
"Should we play a game?" He asked, licking his lips.
"Which one did you have in mind? A lot of them require a group."
"Let's just do rock, paper, scissors. Leave it up to chance."
A slow grin spread across your lips. "I'm down."
Yeosang rested his elbow on the table, fingers curled into a fist. You mirrored him, your eyes meeting his.
"Rock, paper, scissors. Shoot!" He chanted, sticking two fingers out in the form of scissors.
You had kept your same starting stance, your hand still clutched into a fist.
"Ha!" You laughed. "Take a shot, Sangie. I win."
He smirked, taking his loss in stride as you poured him a glass, watching him throw back the shot.
"Okay. Round two." You grinned, holding your fist out again. "Rock, paper, scissors. Shoot!"
You chose paper this time, Yesoang stuck with scissors.
"Ah." You dropped your head as your boyfriend's devious giggles reached your ears.
When you lifted your gaze, he was already pushing your penalty shot across the table.
You shook your head, grabbing the glass and drinking down the soju inside.
You played a few more rounds, your heart racing every time you made your move. Much to your relief, Yeosang ended up drinking the most. Though you had your fair share of losses.
"I think I have to tap out." You giggled, feeling a little buzz coming on.
"Not me." Yeosang shook his head, pouring another shot just for fun.
"Are you sure about that?" There was a hint of amusement in your question.
"Of course I'm sure. I'm good at drinking." He insisted, downing the shot.
"Suit yourself." You huffed out a laugh, taking another bite of food. "Unlike you, I wanna be able to remember this tomorrow."
"Don't worry about me." He waved his hand dismissively.
You huffed out a laugh and shook your head.
While you eased up on the drinking, Yeosang kept pouring shots, alternating between drinking and eating. His ears were red and the color was slowly creeping onto his cheeks. His behavior was changing too. Normally, he was calmer and more laid back. Now, he was acting cuter, pouting and speaking in a higher tone.
"Whew." Yeosang huffed, shrugging off his jacket. "It's hot in here."
Your eyes were instantly drawn to what he wore underneath the jacket. A tight black tank top, his favorite one.
Yeosang's gentle, angelic laughter filled the air and your attention snapped up.
"What are you looking at?" He asked, his tone carrying a cutesy lilt.
"Nothing." You lied.
"Come on." He drawled with a teasing grin, his glassy eyes glinting with amusement. "Tell me."
"I'm look at you, silly." You responded, trying to play it off as nothing.
More giggles spilled from his pretty pink lips as he swayed in his chair.
"You're wasted."
"No. I'm Yeosang."
You pressed your lips together to suppress a laugh.
"Hey." Yeosang drawled, his big eyes glimmering. "Let's take a walk."
"I think that's a good idea." You said, getting to your feet and offering him your hand.
His fingers curled around your palm and he stood, swaying on his feet.
"Woah there." You stumbled forward to help stabilize him.
He leaned on you, giggling.
"Alright, bud." You grabbed his jacket draped across the back of his chair and started making your way out of tent. "Let's go."
The night air hit your skin, the temperature outside cooler than inside the sheltered tent.
Yeosang shivered, walking closer and pressing his face into your hair.
"Cold." He whined.
"Let's get your jacket back on." You pulled away, holding it out for him. "Maybe cover up those distractions too."
"Distractions?"
You eyed his chest and arms, causing him to smile shyly. "Oh."
He tugged on his jacket, returning quickly to your side, draping an arm around your shoulders. You supported some of his weight, keeping him steady as you strolled down the sidewalk.
Yeosang yawned. "Mmh. I change my mind." The pout in his voice was evident. "I wanna go back home."
"Getting sleepy?"
He nodded against you. "Wanna cuddle with my girlfriend."
You huffed out a laugh. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
His eyes were barely open and his pretty lips were pushed into an unintentional pout.
"You're so adorable when you're drunk." You murmured with a soft laugh, unable to keep the thought to yourself.
"Nooo." He dragged out. "I'm not cute. I'm sexy."
"You don't realize this, but your cuteness level goes up when you're drunk."
"It does not." He whined, leaning further against you.
"Alright." You relented. "Whatever you say."
He swayed and bumped into you with a small grunt.
"Easy." You warned.
He giggled, clinging tighter to you and nuzzling into your hair. "Sorry." He murmured, letting out a dreamy hum at being so close.
As you returned to your apartment, Yeosang put more of his weight on you, his feet dragging across the concrete, indicating just how tired he was.
You managed to get him inside and lead him into the bedroom where he detached from you, barely having time to shrug off his jacket before he dropped onto the bed. His arms instantly reached out to you, beckoning you to lie down with him.
"Not yet." You chuckled, tugging off his shoes.
He groaned in protest, but let you undress him so he wouldn't be uncomfortable.
"Tonight was fun." He murmured into the pillow as you changed into some pajamas.
"It was?" You clicked off the bedside lamp, bathing the room in darkness.
"Yeah. I liked drinking with you." He felt around for your forearm, his fingers curling loosely around it and tugging you towards him.
The moment you landed on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. His body was warm from all the alcohol he consumed, the heat seeping through your clothes as he held you in his embrace. A gentle, sleepy noise fell from his lips, followed by steady breathing.
He was out.
You suppressed a chuckle, leaving a delicate kiss on his cheekbone. "Goodnight, Yeosang."
𝐒𝐀𝐍 | 산 | w.c 1,280
Ateez were all seated in the private dining room of a restaurant that had been making its rounds on everyone's social feeds. There was a break in the group's schedule and Jongho managed to get everyone together for a shared dinner.
"I read about this place online." Your boyfriend marveled, staring up at the ceiling in wonder.
"Their sashimi is supposed to be really good. It's all anyone talks about on Instagram." Seonghwa mentioned.
"Ooh. They have marinated crab." Yunho gaped.
"We should get a couple orders of that." San added.
After some menu browsing and discussions, everyone placed their orders, including an impressive amount of alcohol. Some ordering beer, others choosing the classic soju.
"We need to go all out." Jongho had said.
It was easy for him to say. He had one of the highest alcohol tolerances in the group.
Beverages were brought out first, your boyfriend reaching for one of the bottles, pouring you a generous shot.
Once everyone had their glasses filled, Mingi took the initiative to get the ball rolling.
"Cheers." He called out enthusiastically, clinking glasses with everyone.
The group took their shots at once, the now empty glasses hitting the table with a small thump. San's face scrunched a little at the taste and you chuckled in quiet amusement.
"What's so funny?" He asked with a dimpled smirk, draping his arm across the back of your chair.
"Your reaction." You responded simply.
"Do I amuse you or something?" There was a teasing glint in his eyes as they flickered up and down your seated form.
"Very much so." You giggled, giving his nose a little tap.
Seonghwa reached over to fill your glasses again caught your attention.
"Another round already?" You questioned with a small laugh.
"Yeah. We're going all in tonight." Seonghwa grinned.
San wasn't one to initiate the drinking. He more so just went along with everyone else, following when another round of shots were poured up. If one was given to him, he would drink it.
"Alright. Let's go, let's go." Wooyoung chanted, tilting back his glass, prompting everyone else to do the same.
The food was brought out minutes later and there was a brief intermission in the drinking to indulge in the mouthwatering dishes that had been ordered.
Your poor boyfriend was awful at holding his liquor. It didn't take many shots for his face to start sporting that telltale pink flush. You didn't think much of it at first, not realizing just how poor his tolerance was. Everyone had placed their orders and started playing games to pass the time. San was roughly three shots in and you only noticed his tipsy behavior when Seonghwa, who was also pink, pointed it out, laughing at him.
San blinked cluelessly at the teasing until it finally processed in his mind.
"No." He denied, rubbing his cheek. "I'm okay."
"You sure?" You asked, your eyes drifting over his red face.
"Mhm." He nodded.
You didn't want to push, choosing to drop it for the time being and took a bite of food.
San observed the other members almost dazedly, leaned forward slightly, bracing himself in his chair.
"Another round!" Yunho encouraged, pouring shots for everyone.
San silently watched everyone grab their glasses and downed the alcohol with them. He was clearly feeling it, but went along with whatever the group was doing.
"What about a game?" Yeosang suggested.
"Let's play the one where we yell at each other back and forth." Mingi suggested.
"No." Yeosang cut in and immediately shook his head rapidly. "I'm not getting screamed at again. That was scary."
The rest of the group laughed, seemingly recalling a previous drinking session together.
A more tame game was suggested after that and everyone agreed on it. One by one, you would take your turn, keeping up with the steady pace of the game. It didn't take long for Hongjoong to mess up, resulting in a penalty shot.
"You alright?" You asked San after a few rounds of drinking games, taking in his reddened face.
His eyes were puffy and barely open, giving away just how affected he was.
"Yeah." He answered, sounding completely coherent despite his appearance. "Just a little hot."
You laughed softly, endeared by his current state. He looked sleepy, blinking sluggishly.
"If you say so."
"I do." He insisted with a little pout.
As the drinking games proceeded, he kept up the best that he could. It was painfully endearing seeing him this way. When he lost a round and had to take a penalty shot, he took it in stride, but leaned over on your shoulder pouting about it when no one was looking.
When it wasn't his turn, he fell silent. He didn't speak, spaced out and staring at nothing. You pressed your lips together to suppress a laugh, but he noticed.
"What?" He inquired, the clueless expression on his face making you have cuteness aggression.
"You seem a little drunk."
"M'not drunk." He denied, his words punctuated by a small whine.
What started out as a group dinner turned into a karaoke session at a 24 hour karaoke bar. The nine of you were packed inside of a room with colorful lights dancing along the walls and floor.
Jongho was standing before the TV on the wall, singing along to the words displayed on the screen. San must have gotten a sudden burst of energy, his singer instincts kicking in the second he heard music. Though he wasn't the one with the microphone, he was belting out the lyrics with his eyes closed as he swayed in his seat, getting lost in the emotional ballad. Other members had joined in, but your boyfriend was the loudest.
You burst into laughter at the enthusiasm that San was exuding, watching him amusedly. His face was still sporting that deep red flush from all the drinking, making this moment all the more entertaining.
San slung an arm over your shoulders, making you sway with him. You held onto his waist, joyful chuckles spilling out of you.
His singing ceased when the song came to an end and Seonghwa stepped up to grab the mic next.
Music started up again and the whole group straightened at the opening instrumental of a popular upbeat K-pop song.
San jumped to his feet and pulled you with him, shouting out the words with Seonghwa and the others. Singing wasn't one of your talents, but you still had a buzz from the alcohol earlier and joined in, dancing around the room with San.
He tugged you against him, stumbling slightly.
"Woah there." You chuckled.
His head rested against yours, a hum vibrating in his chest. "Love you so much. You're so beautiful." His words were murmured and dragged out like he was sleepy.
"I love you too, San."
"You should stay the night when we go home."
"If your roommates are okay with it, I will." You chuckled.
"They don't care." He moved to nuzzle against your cheek, letting out soft hums that sounded akin to a purring cat.
"You tired?" You asked, brushing your fingers through his dark hair.
"Mhm." He nodded.
"I think San's ready to go home." Hongjoong pointed out, having noticed the way he was clinging to you.
"No!" He raised his head immediately, lips pushed into a pout. "Let's keep singing."
Scattered laughter filled the room at his reaction.
"You sure?" Yeosang asked.
"Yeah. We just got here." His sentences were exaggerated with a whine at the end that made your chest squeeze with adoration.
"Alright. We'll sing a few more songs then we'll head home. Deal?" You asked him.
"Mmh." He nodded. "Deal."
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈 | 민기 | w.c 1,310
The first indication that your boyfriend was drunk were his texts, or more so the selfies he sent. Blurry pictures of Mingi smiling brightly at a table filled with food was what greeted you when you opened his messages. His grin alone was proof enough that he'd been drinking.
He used to indulge in alcohol often and had since cut back, but Jongho and Wooyoung invited him out and those two were big drinkers.
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard pensively before you decided not to text. He may not even be able to respond.
"At least he's having fun."
You sighed and leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling, twiddling your thumbs.
Your phone buzzed a few minutes later and you jumped to check it. More selfies flooded in from Mingi. Blurry group photos, then a picture of Wooyoung kissing a visibly uncomfortable Jongho on the cheek, followed by a series of images showing the youngest grappling Wooyoung into a chokehold. You snorted amusedly, knowing how affectionate he was sober.
The evening wore on and your boyfriend made sure to spam endless selfies and snapshots, some of them obviously accidental.
As you swiped through the pictures, Mingi's contact photo popped up on the screen and his custom ringtone played aloud. He was FaceTiming you.
Your thumb swiped to accept the call, raising your phone level with your face. You jerked back when Mingi's eye filled the screen, startled by the unexpected sight.
He pulled back, blinking owlishly.
"Y/n!" He shouted over the sound of Wooyoung's loud cackles.
"Mingi, what are you doing?" You asked with a laugh.
"I sent you pictures! Look." He turned the camera to show the table filled with nearly empty plates and many bottles of soju, crumpled napkins and discarded chopsticks littering the space.
You caught a glimpse of Wooyoung and Jongho in the background, both of them attempting tricks with the bottles.
"I got your pictures. It looks like you're having fun."
"I am!" He clumsily faced the camera back to himself, smiling drunkenly.
"Why'd you call?"
"I missed you." He spoke loudly.
Your expression softened. "I miss you too, but I'm glad you're having a good time."
"Hey, you should come join us!"
"Oh. No, I don't want to intrude."
Before you could continue, Wooyoung chimed in.
"Y/n, get down here! Mingi has been whining about you all evening."
Your boyfriend's already pink cheeks deepened. "Heyyy." He frowned.
Wooyoung snickered in response.
"Okay. I guess I'll head that way.." You gave in.
"See you soon." Mingi waved, his phone wobbling in his hand before he ended the call.
You sighed, shaking your head. "That boy."
Half an hour later you stepped into the bar, having shed your comfortable clothes for proper outside attire. Your eyes scanned the small space that had a surprisingly decent crowd clustered on the floor.
"Y/n!"
Your attention was drawn towards the call of your name and a large hand waving excitedly over the clusters of patrons. You recognized the flashy rings instantly, a knowing grin spreading across your lips.
Mingi emerged, staggering towards you with a dopey smile on his face.
"Y/n." He uttered, throwing his arms around you.
"Hey, baby." You greeted, rubbing his back.
He buried his face into your shoulder, releasing a mix between a groan and a sigh.
"Wooyoung and Jongho... they're sooo fun."
"I know they are."
"I'm so happy you're here."
"Me too. Now I can keep an eye on you." It was partially a joke. "You said you weren't gonna drink a lot. How did this even happen?" You asked him.
"We played games and I kept losing." He whined, pulling back with a pout. "They made me take penalty shots."
"Oh you poor thing." You cooed, running your fingers through his lengthy hair, tidying the unruly strands.
If there was one thing you knew about Mingi, it's that he liked to be babied. Contrary to his height and sometimes intimidating appearance, he enjoyed when you doted on him. He melted into your touch, sighing out a slurred, "I love you."
"I love you too." You laughed, giving him a little pat on the cheek. "Let's go sit."
He took your hand, guiding you through the crowd, back to his table where Wooyoung and Jongho erupted in excited exclamations at your arrival.
"Heeeey!" Wooyoung greeted.
You joined the two of them and Mingi dropped back into his chair, sitting beside you.
"We just ordered more food. You hungry?" Jongho offered.
"Oh yes." You grabbed a pair of chopsticks and took a bite.
"Alright. How about another round of shots?" Wooyoung beamed, already opening a bottle of soju.
"No." Mingi shook his head. "I can't. No more."
"I'll have one. Only one. I'll probably be driving this guy home later." You gave your boyfriend a pat on the back.
"Alright." Wooyoung pushed a glass towards you. "One shot."
You took the glass and turned it back just as Wooyoung and Jongho did.
"Ahh." Jongho sighed dramatically.
You grabbed your chopsticks again and went back for more food after downing your shot.
"This is insanely good." You praised.
"It pairs so well with the drinks, doesn't it?" Wooyoung chimed in, grabbing himself a bite.
You glanced over at Mingi, checking on his current state. His eyes were glossy and he looked like the pouting emoji personified.
"Mingi?"
"I think I'm ready to leave." He frowned. "It's stuffy in here."
"But she just got here." Wooyoung whined.
"No, no. It's fine." You placed your chopsticks down. "I can take him home."
"Yeah, he's kinda out of it." Jongho reasoned.
"Alright." Wooyoung sighed.
You said your goodbyes and took Mingi to your car, watching him fumble with the seatbelt.
"Here." You reached over to click the buckle into place.
"You're so nice to me." He murmured, his words slurred.
"Because I care for you, bub."
He let out an incoherent murmur as you started the engine and headed towards home.
Somehow, you managed to lead Mingi inside and get him to your shared bedroom without him collapsing. He stepped past the doorway and held your waist to steady himself.
"You good?"
"Mhm." He flashed a dopey grin, cheeks flushed from the alcohol.
There was no time to react as he leaned in to capture your lips in a clumsy, uncoordinated kiss.
Your hands flew to his cheeks, pulling back just enough to talk.
"You really missed me, huh?"
"Yeah." He breathed, diving in again.
"Mmph!" You giggled against his lips. "You were only gone for a couple hours."
"I still missed you." He whined softly, kissing you once more, awkwardly guiding you towards the bed.
The back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress and Mingi went tumbling forward on top of you with a small grunt.
"Oops." He laughed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses along your skin.
You squirmed, the sensations both pleasant and ticklish all at once. He raised his head, shimmying to reach your lips only to bump his forehead against yours by accident.
"Ah." You flinched.
"Ow." He whined. "Maybe I need to take it slow."
"Good idea." You caressed his hair, pushing it back away from his face. "How about I get you some water?"
He gave a sleepy nod and you managed to slide out from underneath him, slipping off to the kitchen.
By the time you returned, Mingi was asleep. His shoes had been kicked off, but he was still fully clothed, splayed across the bed.
A sigh of endearment exhaled through your nostrils as you placed a bottle of water on the nightstand, gazing down at your boyfriend's sleeping form.
"Goodnight, sweet boy." You whispered, placing a delicate kiss to the top of his head, leaving him to rest.
𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 | 우영 | w.c 1,070
Taking care of your drunk boyfriend was not on your agenda tonight, but Wooyoung liked to let loose and have a good time.
It started off just fine. You, Wooyoung, San, and Seonghwa all went out for a fun little karaoke night, renting a private room for the evening. There were snacks, sweets, and alcohol of course.
Wooyoung dragged you up from the bench along the back wall of the room and to the TV, choosing a fun duet to sing. It was a popular song from a film that was sweeping the charts, one that you could shout at the top of your lungs to.
You both belted out the lyrics without a care in the world, paying no mind to how you sounded, jumping around and getting lost in the music. Wooyoung took your hand with his free one, spinning you around while singing passionately. The lyrics were interrupted only by laughter from the both of you.
Your little performance earned you a standing ovation and a round of applause from San and Seonghwa. The both of you did a bow and returned to your spot on the bench lining the wall at the back of the room.
San got up and grabbed one of the microphones, choosing a song to sing, striding around the room trying to get everyone hyped up. You clapped to the beat, cheers and shouts of encouragement filled the room. San began singing roughly, straining to put his heart and soul into his performance.
Wooyoung took one of the soju bottles and started pouring shots for everyone while his bandmate carried on with his enthusiastic rendition. You clinked your glasses, swallowing down the liquid inside that left a subtle burning in your chest. Your boyfriend grabbed the last full shot glass, trying to get San to drink it despite being in the middle of an enthralling vocal performance. His singing ceased long enough for Wooyoung to press the glass to his lips. San laughed, but his face was twisted in distaste at the unpleasant bitterness of the soju.
There was a brief intermission between songs so everyone could enjoy some of the food and refuel. Spicy chicken stir fry, veggie dumplings, and Korean corn dogs. These karaoke places specialized in bar food or anything greasy to help you get less drunk. Plus, it paired well with the alcohol.
A string of mozzarella stretched from the corn dog in Wooyoung's hand right to his plush lips. He ate his way along the gooey trail of cheese, humming pleasantly.
"So good." He spoke through a mouthful of food.
"Soooo good." You agreed, pinching a fried dumpling between your chopsticks.
As the night progressed, the empty bottles piled up, so did the empty plates. Things took a turn when the four of you finished off the third bottle of soju. Wooyoung was eager with the shots, even insisting on playing some drinking games.
"You're wanting to play with the two weakest drinkers in your group?" You questioned with an amused grin.
"Yes." He answered without missing a beat.
So, you played a few rounds of games and continued on with karaoke.
The first indication that Wooyoung was getting drunk was the fact that he couldn't keep his hands off you. His warm palms found their way to your waist or even your thigh, squeezing and caressing subtly wherever they landed. He kept stealing kisses too, leaning over to randomly smack his lips against your cheek and jaw. Wooyoung was affectionate anyway, but with all the alcohol he consumed, it became much worse.
While a pink-faced San was eating, you were having a conversation with Seonghwa, talking to him about a clothing store you visited recently when Wooyoung randomly grabbed your face and kissed your cheek firmly, pulling away with a loud smooch sound.
"Wooyoung!" Your cheeks flooded with heat, but San and Seonghwa only laughed, desensitized to this kind of behavior.
"They're not bothered with seeing a little public display of affection. Besides, they're both tipsy." Wooyoung waved it off dismissively.
"Yeah, so are you." You countered, lightly poking his cheek.
He snapped his teeth teasingly at your finger and you yanked it away, you shot him a warning look, not being serious. He responded with a mischievously smug smirk.
At that point, Seonghwa and San had gone back to eating, your previous conversation about shopping had fallen to the wayside.
"Behave." You nudged him.
"No promises." He sang with a playful lilt.
He did not behave.
For a while, he kept an arm draped over your shoulder and had you pulled against his side. He wouldn't allow you to even stand up when it was your turn to sing.
You didn't know how long you spent inside the karaoke room, but when San looked like he was about to fall asleep, Seonghwa suggested calling it a night.
Wooyoung lumbered in through the front door with a drunken grin plastered on his face. You sighed and closed the door, flicking the lock. The moment you did so, Wooyoung's hands found your waist, pulling you back against him. The tip of his nose traced your neck and you suppressed a shiver.
"Mmm. Tonight was fun." He hummed. "You looked so good dancing without a care in the world."
Your muscles tensed when he placed a warm, open-mouthed kiss to your neck.
"Wooyoung."
"What?" He grumbled against your skin, his deft hands sliding under the hem of your shirt to brush against your waist. "You're so warm."
"You're a little drunk right now." You reminded him despite how nice his touch felt.
"So what? I just wanna kiss my girlfriend. Is that so wrong?"
"You can barely stand upright."
"Then let's go lie down."
You managed to get to the bedroom, prying Wooyoung off long enough to change into pajamas. He didn't bother with any, merely stripping down to his boxers.
He hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you towards the bed and on top of him, his hands sliding along your sides. His nose nuzzled against your cheek before he turned his head to kiss your lips. His aim was off and he ended up kissing the corner of your mouth instead.
You laughed softly. "You should probably sleep."
"Lemme kiss you for a little while longer." He murmured, his droopy eyes gazing into yours. "Please?"
"Okay." You caved. "Just a little longer."
𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎 | 종호 | w.c 1,130
It was a cozy Saturday evening with Jongho. Laid before you was the classic Korean combination of fried chicken and beer, along with a few bottles of soju for variety.
"This is where it's at." Jongho rubbed his hands together, taking in the spread.
The fried batter on the chicken looked so mouthwatering you could practically feel the crunch already, and the glaze on the sauced chicken glistened under the warm lamplight, making you swallow instinctively.
Your boyfriend passed a pair of disposable gloves to you for eating (complementary with the meal) and presented you with your drink of choice.
"Ladies first." Jongho gestured.
You didn't need to be told twice, reaching out to grab a chicken leg covered in sauce.
The first bite had you slumping against the back of the couch dramatically, earning a string of heart-fluttering giggles from Jongho. He slipped on a pair of gloves and grabbed a classic fried drumstick, taking a large bite. His brows scrunched together as he chewed, humming in approval.
No words were exchanged, just the soft crunch of the fry batter as the two of you ate in silence.
Jongho reached over and opened up a bottle of beer, taking a swig of it, his eyes closing at how the flavors mixed.
"An unbeatable combo." He said, shaking his head. "So good."
He finished eating and pulled off his gloves, grabbing the soju next, twisting the cap and pouring a couple shots for the both of you.
A grin played at your lips seeing Jongho slide one over. "Alright. Getting the party started pretty quickly, huh?"
"You know it."
You gave a little shrug and took the small glass, lightly clinking it with Jongho's before tilting it back. You pressed your lips together at the taste, setting the glass back on the table.
"Don't expect me to keep up with you tonight." You told him.
"I don't. Tap out whenever you want." He said, pouring himself a second shot.
You pushed your glass towards his, indicating you weren't backing down yet.
Jongho tended to be a little heavy-handed with alcohol, pouring shots that nearly filled the glass.
"Jeez." You laughed, raising your glass to examine it. "Are you trying to get me plastered?"
"Not on purpose." He giggled.
You huffed amusedly, drinking the full shot.
Jongho had just finished his, pulling away with an exaggerated exhale.
"I like drinking on occasion." He said, swirling his beer inside its bottle. "Especially if I'm going out to eat. I can't have a delicious steak without a good glass of wine. Or chicken without beer."
"Of course." You nodded, knowing how Jongho enjoyed a good food and drink pairing.
"Mingi says you're the only reason he drinks anymore." You mentioned.
"Did he?"
"Yeah. He stopped, but when he goes into eat with you, he ends up drinking."
"Hah!" Jongho threw his head back, letting out a loud laugh. "He's weak-willed."
You scolded him, by delivering a light smack to his shoulder. "Hey. Be nice."
"It's the truth."
You huffed, shaking your head.
The conversation progressed from there and Jongho started telling you funny stories about the members and things that have happened when the cameras were off. During this, he poured more shots and you two enjoyed some more chicken, nearly finishing off both boxes. His story-telling abilities already made you laugh, especially with the way he mimicked people, but with the alcohol, things were even funnier to you. Your loud cackles filled the living room, tears brimming at the edges of your eyes while you clutched your stomach.
Jongho was leaned over, his eyes scrunched into tiny crescents as his adorable laughter reached your ears. The sight alone was enough to make your heart melt. From the crinkles by his eyes to his endearing gummy grin.
"He did not say that." You spoke through belly laughter.
"He did! I swear."
Time slipped by and the table was littered with empty bottles, boxes from the chicken, and wadded disposable gloves and napkins. Jongho drank two beers and both of you emptied four sojus. Jongho stretched, blinking blearily. His neck and ears had been pink for quite some time, but now the color started creeping to his soft cheeks. You watched him leave the room and return with a fresh bottle of beer.
Even in your slightly hazy state, a small tinge of worry flared in your chest.
"Not to be a buzzkill, but don't you think you should slow it down?"
"Slow it down?" Jongho echoed perking up at your words, almost immediately going into his group's choreography for their song Bouncy, singing the lyrics under his breath.
"Jongho." You laughed. "I don't want you getting hungover tomorrow."
He huffed, slumping in his seat. "I just want one more."
"I'm not gonna stop you from doing what you want, but you've had a lot."
"Oh, come on." He wiggled his shoulders, laying the cuteness on extra thick. "One more bottle of beer."
You tried to resist, but it was impossible. Jongho was just too cute, especially when he acted this way. Plus, the alcohol had given you a little buzz that was clouding your judgement.
"Alright. One more, but I don't want you getting sick."
"I won't." He waved you off. "I'm a champ when it comes to drinking. My tolerance is soooo good."
His pink cheeks and slurred words said otherwise. Jongho had reached his limit of tolerance.
"Right, right." You nodded, giving him a pat on the back.
"Why do you sound like you don't believe me?"
"Because I don't." You giggled.
"Hey!" He leaned over and grabbed your sides, making you yelp.
Your laughter spilled out when he laid partially on top of you, trapping you against the couch cushions.
"You don't trust me?" He asked, raising a brow.
"Nooo." You teased, a big smile plastered on your face.
"Oh yeah?" Jongho grinned, his face inching closer. "If I'm so drunk, then why am I aware of the fact that I have you trapped right now?"
You could feel heat creep onto your cheeks at his words, not missing the glint in his eye. You were at a loss, not having a comeback.
"Speechless?" He asked, his half-lidded eyes drifting to your lips.
By the time it registered in your sluggish mind, his mouth was on yours, warm and soft. Your arms draped around his shoulders in acceptance, eyes falling shut as you kissed him back. It was a little messy and uncoordinated, but it made your stomach do flips.
Jongho hummed, dragging his lips slowly over yours, letting you feel the shape of them.
"What about your beer?" You asked when he pulled back a fraction.
"I don't want it anymore. I want you."
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