So Stupid
Fandom: ATEEZ
Sickie: Yeosang (general illness); mentioned Mingi, Yunho, and Seonghwa; and I GUESS San and Wooyoung are hopelessly drunk but nothing comes of that.
Caregiver(s): Mingi (because, honestly, the others are truly no help)
Word Count: 1,622
Note: Remember months ago when I was obsessed with the idea of sickie on the couch? Just chilling, and life happens around them? This is one of the results of that. It's kinda messy, but I'm just gonna full send it. Additionally, the kissing scene was born out of a drunken college escapade, and does not signify shipping of the idols!
“Hey, hey, you know what would be so stupid?” Wooyoung asked, voice only slurring the tiniest bit as he and San drunkenly dragged themselves up the stairs to the dorm at 2:47 in the morning.
“What?” San’s reply was significantly more slurred.
“If we all dyed our hair pink, but we don’t feel Joong and Jongho!”
San laughed way harder than was warranted, Wooyoung cackling along with him. They’d been playing the ‘wouldn’t this be stupid?’ game for majority of their ride (now walk) home, and it had become, unbeknownst to them, significantly less funny as time wore on. Their poor manager had not been amused.
“Wait, shh, shhh, shhhh!” San pressed a finger against Wooyoung’s lips as they finally approached the door of the dorm. “People are SLEEPING!” He immediately stepped into the wall, found it comforting, and slid down into a seated slump, cheek smushed.
“Comfy?” Wooyoung asked as he began to rifle through his bag for their house keys. He knew for a fact San didn’t have his, as they both knew San would be too drunk to be of any use when they got home.
As evidenced by the silly smile on his face, cheek still smashed against the wall. “Yeah!” Wooyoung grinned, unable to stop a rush of affection for his best friend.
It wasn’t supposed to just be the two of them going out tonight. The original plan was for everyone to go bar hopping except for Hongjoong, who was on a pre-planned trip with his brother (he had been an avid supporter of the plans, though, and even offered to cover drinks at one of the bars). But then Jongho had been called home for a family emergency. And then Mingi had gotten sick, and, against his best efforts, took Yunho, Yeosang, and Seonghwa down with him. It was rather shocking, to both the drunken pair and everyone else, that San and Wooyoung, the two most tactile, ‘I don’t care about germs, let me hug you’ members, were the last men standing. Which was part of the reason they’d still gone out drinking tonight: the other four were jealous of their health and annoyed by their energy, and wanted some peace and quiet without them.
Which, Wooyoung was starting to realize, may be even longer than anticipated…
“Good, glad you’re comfy, cause I can’t find my keys…” Wooyoung pouted down at the bag as if that would produce the missing keys.
“You know what would be so stupid?” San asked, shifting so the back of his head was now against the wall.
“What?”
“If we just slept out here. Sleep over!”
Wooyoung snorted. “No, you goof. Hwa-hyung will have a literal meltdown if we aren’t in our beds in the morning,” Wooyoung argued back as he continued fumbling through his bag.
“I think… I think… yeah, you’re right. Hwa-hyung’s already melting down enough.” San peeked up at Wooyoung, gesturing absently to his hairline. “You know, fever and shit.”
“Maybe. A-HA!” With a lucky glint of the light, Wooyoung snatched his keys from the father’s corner of his bag, holding them triumphantly in the air. San cheered, and immediately slapped both hands over his mouth when Wooyoung shushed him. Both immediately started giggling, Wooyoung suddenly starting to feel overly tipsy again now that the key crisis had been averted.
Wooyoung unlocked and pushed open the door as San scrambled to his feet, somehow managing not to fall. They continued to giggle spontaneously as they both struggled through the process of taking shoes off (it took Wooyoung until halfway through his first shoe to turn on the light,) and were leaning heavily into each other as they stumbled from the entryway into the living room. The dorm was dead quiet, but the duo barely noticed.
Wooyoung pulled up short behind one of the couches, pulling San to a sudden halt. “You know what would be so stupid?” he asked, head lolling to the side, eyes sparkling more than just the alcohol.
“What?” San asked back, leaning forward as his lips curled into a smile that promised to accept whatever challenge his friend had in mind.
“If we kissed right now,” Wooyoung said with a rebellious lift of his eyebrows.
“Oh my gosh, that would be so stupid,” San agreed, instinctively leaning a little closer.
“So stupid,” Wooyoung parroted back, leaning in himself.
“So incredibly stupid.” San shook his head.
Before either could get another word out, Wooyoung’s hands were clasped around the back of San’s head, lips were pressed none-too-gently against his. San’s arms instinctively wrapped around Wooyoung’s waist, pulling them even closer into each other.
It was unclear who pushed or pulled whom, but somehow the pair successfully navigated around the couch with the smallest pause possible. They did pull apart, however, terribly ungracefully and yelling none-too-quietly, when they fell onto human legs rather than the couch.
“HOLY SHIT!” Wooyoung cried, as the shape on the couch groaned, the noise quickly transforming into a thick cough. San scrambled for the lamp. The sudden burst of light made all three wince. “YEOSANG? What the hell are you doing out here?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” Yeosang croaked, rubbing at his deeply shadowed eyes with a sweatshirt-covered hand.
“YEOSANG!” San exclaimed, falling to his knees by his friend’s stomach and hugging the performer’s midsection. “Are you okay? Did we smush you?!”
Yeosang looked overwhelmed. “No, I…” He swallowed, turned as far away from San as possible as he coughed again. “I’m fine. Why did you fall on the couch any… wait.” Though drooping dangerously, Yeosang’s eyes squinted suspiciously between them. “What… what time is it?” “It’s uh…” Wooyoung consulted his watch. “It’s like three…”
Yeosang’s entire expression widened with shock. “Did you just get home?”
“Ummm….”
“Yes,” San answered confidently. Yeosang turned his attention back to Wooyoung, a mix of astonishment and admonishment.
Wooyoung threw his arms out to the side. “Hey! We had to drink for all of you!”
“Yeah!” San agreed.
“And he didn’t help all that much cause he’s been drunk since midnight!” Wooyoung pointed accusingly at the red-faced San currently rubbing his head against Yeosang’s stomach like a cat.
“Yeah!” San agreed again, unaware of the insult.
“So he’s going to be hungover as shit tomorrow, huh?” Yeosang asked, meeting Wooyoung’s eyes. He didn’t seem thrilled to be touched, but he also wasn’t forcibly removing San yet.
“Probably.” Wooyoung shrugged. "Me as well.” Yeosang sighed a congested rasp of a sigh. “What’re you doing down here, anyway?”
“Woke up in the middle of the night, and someone was snoring too loud, so I came out here.”
“Oooooooh,” San cooed sympathetically. “Poor Sangie.”
“Sounds like we’re all getting a bad night’s sleep, then,” Wooyoung said. He pumped a fist in the air. “Team no sleep, unite!”
“Hey.” Wooyoung physically recoiled as he whirled around at not only the intimidatingly deep voice, but the flash of light from the overheads in the kitchen. An unimpressed Mingi glared at them. “Why the hell are you yelling at three in the morning?”
“That’s… actually not out of character for me.” Wooyoung shrugged, attempting charm he knew was unlikely to sway the rapper.
“MANGI!” San cried, releasing one of his arms from clutching Yeosang and waving it enthusiastically.
Wooyoung pointed back at him. “I don’t speak for him.” Mingi’s glare did not let up, but he sighed, seemingly resigned to the fact that logic was futile against his two drunken friends. “Also, I have it on good authority that someone’s snoring too loud, so maybe waking everyone up is good so we can all fall asleep at zero again.”
“‘Fall asleep at zero?’” Yeosang whispered to himself, squeezing at his forehead to stem the headache blooming there from the noise and the lights.
Mingi was not amused. “First, I know you and San will literally fall asleep the second you lay down, no matter where that is.” Wooyoung huffed, insulted, but Mingi was not deterred. “Two, the yelling’s going to stop, now, because you will not be waking up Hwa or Yunho. And three… yes, it’s actually both of them who are snoring quite badly, but neither one has really slept much the past two days so we’re gonna let it slide.” Yeosang whined from the couch. “Sang, you can stay on the couch if it’s bothering you.”
“They fell on me, though…” Yeosang whined, gesturing weakly to San and Wooyoung. San gasped at the betrayal, retracting his hug for all of three seconds.
“It was an accident,” Wooyoung shot back in the vein of a vexed younger sibling. “And he’s not even hurt! San and I just thought it would be stupid if…”
“Okay.” Mingi cut Wooyoung off. “Sangie, these two are going to their own beds now, so that won’t happen again,” Mingi replied, surprisingly gentle now that his attention was on Yeosang. “You can sleep out here, alright?” “Okay.” Yeosang now pushed San’s arms away as he settled back against the couch, eyes slipping closed.
“Come on, drunkards.”
“That is a stupid word,” Wooyoung mumbled as he switched off the living room light. San stood from the floor, planted a sloppy kiss on Yeosang’s head, then stumbled over to Wooyoung, who also got a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey, you know what would be so stupid?” San’s grin was far too wide for the circumstances.
“Oh, we’re not going down that road again,” Mingi interrupted, moving behind the pair and pushing them forward towards their actual beds. “We all know how that game ended last time.”
“Ended that way earlier, too.” Wooyoung waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “How do you think we fell into Sangie?”
Mingi was, unsurprisingly, unimpressed.
