Drunk Yixing
Prompt: Yixing + “I’m too sober for this.” + “It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.”
Setting/AU: Dance club
Warnings: Alcohol, nothing else really.
Word Count: 1,127
You couldn’t remember why you’d agreed to this. You hated clubs, you hated crowds and most of all you hated drunk men and yet somehow Yixing had convinced you to come to a club with him. If it had been anyone else you would have bluntly told them no, but your mind clouded when it came to Yixing. You’d been friends for so many years and he’d always been there for you through all of the shitty breakups, all of your exam freak outs and all of the best times so when he’d called to let you know that he needed you to meet him at a club you found the words no disappearing from your vocabulary.
Bodies writhed against each other as the loud music pumped through the club and you scanned the crowd for him. Surprisingly you didn’t find him on the dance floor which meant he was probably at the bar…a thought that caused you some concern.
Yixing was a great guy but he was a lightweight when it came to alcohol and the kind of drunk he turned into depended on his mood when he started drinking. If he was in a good mood you’d get the overly touchy, giggle fit, playful Yixing but if he was in a bad mood you’d be met with a grouchy, rude and fuckboy Yixing. You weren’t really in the mood for either, you’d much rather sit and talk in your apartment or somewhere with less than 500 sweaty drunk people out for sex and debauchery.
Not to say that you’d never thought ‘what if?’ when it came to Yixing. There was no denying that he was incredibly handsome and you’d seen the guy dance. You knew his talent there would be useful in other more intimate settings but you consistently pushed it aside. Yixing was your friend and he only ever hit on you when he was incredibly drunk and if you were going to sleep with him why would you waste it on drunk, sloppy sex when you were sure he was capable of blowing your mind.
On your third scan of the club you finally spotted him. He was sitting at the end of the bar hunched over. Bad mood then. You squared your shoulders and approached him, careful not to startle him, something that was easier said than done since the club was so loud and here were so many people.
“Xing!” you half shouted as you approached. He lifted his head and turned slightly, glancing back at you before turning back to nurse his beer.
“Oh good, you finally decided to show up. I guess you do care.” He spat out.
Definitely bad mood. “Xing, I’ve been here for an hour. I just couldn’t find you - it’s really packed if you hadn’t noticed. And I texted you like 5 times but you never answered.”
“Ah. I left my phone at home. Figured you’d find me and then I wouldn’t need it anyway.” He took a swig from the bottle in his hand and continued to stare blankly ahead. He looked worse than you’d seen him in months. He hadn’t been like this since she left him six months ago.
“What happened?” you asked.
“What do you mean?” He didn’t even look at you as he responded. In fact, he hadn’t looked at you apart from that quick glance as you’d walked up to the bar.
“Xing why the fuck am I at a club? Why did you drag me out here?” You snapped.
“I worry about you, cooped up inside that apartment of yours. I drop off to sleep wondering when the last time you actually experienced the cesspool that is nightlife. Plus they have cheap beer and I hate drinking alone.” He chuckled lowly, sparing a glance in your direction.
“You know what I mean. You haven’t been like this in months. What’s put you in this mood?”
He sighed deeply. “I’m too sober for this.”
The two of you sat at the bar and drank, Yixing having far more than you, and chatted. You’d finally gotten to the bottom of his mood. He’d been sent a wedding invitation from his ex. His ex who left him six months ago. You could have killed the bitch when he told you that. She knew how heartbroken he’d been when she left him and this was just the final nail in her coffin for you. Yixing didn’t want to talk about it. He would deflect your questions by either trying to find you a guy to take you home for a good fuck or by trying to make you angry with lewd questions. You asked if he’d spoken to her since she left and he responded with “Do you know how good you’d look bent over furniture?”
It was clear to you that he was just going to stay at the club and drink until he lost consciousness so you made the executive decision, with the help of the barkeep, to get him outside and to take him home.
You stumbled as you tried to walk towards your apartment block. Yixing had rested most of his weight on you since he was too far gone to stand on his own. Your shoulder was killing you but you were trying to ignore it until you got home. You just had to get him there and set him up on your couch then you could go shower and go to bed and deal with his hangover in the morning.
Even though he’d been in a bad mood, he’d intensified every innuendo with little touches here and there, fingers tracing circles on your thigh, pulling you closer to him by your hip, slapping your ass and at his most brazen, licking your fingers. You’d decided he could afford to be a lot more sober than he was right now.
Sadly when you finally got to your apartment you found your housemate’s brother passed out of the couch. You silently cursed the universe and your housemate for this massive inconvenience. Sharing a bed with sober Yixing? Not a problem. Sharing a bed with drunk Yixing? Rife with potential problems. Especially since he’d been so touchy and brazen with remarks tonight. You hated that his words had affected you but you were not about to let him think he could just have you that easily. Yixing drunkenly chucked beside you. “Looks like you really do have to take me to bed.”
“Xing, I’m not -” You blushed.
“Relax doll, it’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” He smirked at you and winked. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
