[insert gay people break up without ever dating meme]
also warning for them talking about nsfw things at the end (and sunny being a little bitch)
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It must be stated that Sunny's alcohol tolerance was absolutely god awful. Just completely terrible. He would have three drinks and be completely knocked on his ass by the alcohol. (The girls bullied him relentlessly for it.)
It didn't help that he was friends with the bartender at the club they were at, so his pours were incredibly generous, meaning Sunny was ingesting even more alcohol than usual. It was like the universe was determined to get him absolutely smashed. Not that he was really complaining about it.
All that being said, he was one hundred percent blaming the alcohol for him calling Aki at two in the morning.
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Sunny woke up to the sun in his eyes and an arm around his waist, which was an incredibly common occurrence for him, so it took him a moment to figure out where he was.
He blinked the sleep from his eyes and was rewarded with the blinding white walls of Aki's bedroom. Looking to his left, he was met with the top of Aki's head, pink fuzz and all.
They were both still clothed, Aki in his pajamas and Sunny wearing his jeans from the night before like some kind of heathen. So, nothing happened then. He wasn't sure if that was better or worse for his ego. Yeah, Aki hadn't decided to fuck him while he was drunk of his ass, but that means he just slept in his bed, like some kind of lovestruck pre-teen.
"You look like you're doing math in your head," Aki mumbled, face half buried in Sunny's shoulder. As he woke up more, he tightened his grip around Sunny's waist, making those dreadful little butterflies return. (For about two weeks, Sunny had become increasingly aware of Aki's affect on him, making butterflies swarm in his stomach and his face turn pink. It was humiliating.)
He nodded. He needed to get up and leave before he did something stupid. "Trying to figure out if I want to Uber or make my driver come get me."
Aki grunted as Sunny pushed him away, so he could get up. "You're just gonna leave?"
Sunny turned to look at him in confusion as he looked for his jacket. He was getting sick of losing things in this bedroom. "Why wouldn't I?"
"Do you not remember what we talked about last night?"
Sunny tried to conjure up whatever they could've spoken about, but was met with nothing. "... No?"
Aki sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "Well, you called me at two in the morning and begged me to pick you up from the bar because you didn't want to go to your empty house."
"That doesn't sound like me at all," Sunny said, now trying very hard to look for his jacket. The quicker he found it, the quicker he could leave. He really didn't need to know what his drunk self had said. That guy obviously had no self preservation.
Aki laughed, but it was short and more of a half annoyed huff then a real laugh. "You said that you liked me. That I made you happy. And then you kissed me, like properly kissed me. Then you fell asleep."
Drunk Sunny needed to be shot in the street.
Crossing his arms over his chest, as if that would shield him from vulnerability, he said, "Well, I was drunk. I was just saying things. Feel free to disregard them and anything else I may have said."
"Why do you always do this?" Aki asked, with a sigh.
Sunny raised an eyebrow. "Do what?"
"Every time you admit that you like me, you take it back."
That sentence felt like a slap to the face. Sunny nearly flinched.
"A boy isn't allowed to change his mind?" Aki didn't laugh at the joke and Sunny rolled his eyes. "What do you want me to say, Menzies? That you're the apple of my eye? That you make me happy? Let's be real here. We both know what we're doing when we hook up."
Aki scoffed. "You didn't call me last night to hook up. At least listen to yourself, Sunwoo. Be real."
Sunny hated him so much. More than he'd hated anyone in his life, and he hated a lot of people. "Fine. I'll be real. The only part of you that makes me happy is your dick. I can't stand any other part of you. You're insufferable and too tall and you have no backbone. Why would I like you when you have no personality and have nothing to offer me?"
"Fine," Aki said, not even bothering to fight back.
Sunny couldn't stop the confusion from leaking into his voice. "Fine?"
Why wasn't he fighting back? He always fought back. That was their whole thing.
"If me fucking you is the only way I'll make you happy, then I can't keep on making you happy," Aki said with a shrug. "You can go be miserable alone, because I'm not going to let you keep stringing me along."
There was a finality in his voice that made Sunny want to punch him in the face. He couldn't just leave him alone. That wasn't how this worked. Sunny didn't get left, he was the one to leave.
"Okay," was all he could muster up in response – and fuck Aki for always being the one to make him lose his words – "Have it your way, Menzies."
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In the end, he decided to walk home, shivering without his jacket, and praying that fucking Gossip Girl wasn't around to see him cry.
Of course I worry about you. You’re important to me.”
some jaisy (julien & daisy) friendship and a daudrey meet cute
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Daisy knew a meltdown when she saw one, and Julien was heading straight towards one after watching her boyfriend leave with that freshman.
Normally, she wouldn't care. But she was trying to be kinder. And who better to extend an olive branch to than her mortal enemy? Wouldn't that show growth and character development?
Her therapist was going to be so proud of her.
(She might've been a little drunk but that was between her and God.)
Stumbling a bit in her skyscraper tall heels, she followed Julien out of the room and into the bathroom.
"Oh, not you," Julien grumbled, locking eyes with her in the mirror. "If you're here to post Insta stories of me crying, I will go full cat fight and rip out your extensions."
"This is my real hair!" Daisy exclaimed, throwing it over her shoulder. How dare she? You try to comfort someone and this is what you get?
"Yeah, and I'm Blair Waldorf," Julien quipped, wetting a paper towel and rubbing it under her eyes. All it did was smudge her mascara, making her look like a raccoon.
Daisy huffed, grabbing her purse from where it hung at her side. She pulled out her pack of makeup remover wipes, swatting Julien's hands away. "You're fucking up your makeup," she said, when Julien looked affronted.
Julien let her wipe under her eyes in silence. Daisy smiled when she was done. Good as new.
"Are you okay?" she asked, putting the used wipes in the trash. When she looked back up, Julien was looking at her like she was a crazy person.
"Why do you care? We hate each other. It's not like you're supposed to worry about me."
"Of course I worry about you. You're important to me," Daisy said, before grabbing her blush from her purse. "I can't destroy you if you're not in the right state of mind. Then it's an unfair fight and that's no fun."
Julien laughed, and it wasn't mean spirited like it usually was. "You'd be horrendous in an actual fight."
"Yeah, well," Daisy shrugged before offering the blush over. "Give this back to me later or I'll kill you."
Julien rolled her eyes but nodded. Daisy took that as her cue to leave the bathroom, nearly slamming into Julien's little blonde friend.
She caught her by the waist and the girl froze, staring up at her like she was seeing her for the first time.
"Woah, are you okay?" Daisy asked, helping her stand upright.
"Sorry, yeah, I'm fine," the girl said. She wouldn't stop staring at Daisy's face like she was solving a puzzle. Maybe she was looking for Julien?
"Julien is in there," Daisy said, pointing to the bathroom. "She was upset but I think she's okay now."
The girl nodded, seemingly distracted, and walked into the bathroom without another word.
