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Got 7 (python era because they all look magical in their comeback) x reader
Warnings: Mentioned of drugs, alcohol, and cursing | Also, I apologize for dragging your faves here 😭, it's for the plot.
word count: 6824 (kinda long)
You had been hanging around the boys for as long as you could remember, and somewhere along the way, you developed a silly infatuation with Mark.
But everything changed the day you returned the shirts you had borrowed—those same oversized shirts you always woke up in after crashing at their place.
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You jolted awake, immediately aware that the room was far too bright—strangely so, given that your room barely got any sunlight. Blinking against the light, you scanned your surroundings and were met with the all-too-familiar gray interior of Mark’s room. Great. You’d blacked out drunk again and somehow ended up here.
Perfect. Just perfect.
At this point, Mark was probably sick of you, always throwing yourself at him when you were wasted.
You searched for your things and sighed in relief when you saw them neatly placed on Mark’s nightstand—especially your phone. At least that was one less thing to worry about.
Last night had been a blast. Jackson had gone all out hosting the weekly frat party, even inviting the alumni. And Bambam? He had one simple job, to make sure you made it back to your dorm. Clearly, he’d failed miserably.
You sighed realizing you are wearing....probably one of Mark's shirt. How you changed, you have no idea.
You tiptoed your way out of Mark’s room, careful not to make a sound as you headed toward the living room. But the moment you stepped in, you froze.
Yugyeom.
Standing there, shirtless, his sweatpants dangerously hanging low on his waist, his tattoos on full display like they had a personal greeting just for you.
“Uhh… how bad was I last night?” you asked, bracing yourself for the inevitable humiliation. Whatever the damage was, you’d make a mental note to suffer over it later.
Yugyeom simply rolled his eyes and took a slow sip from his Pocari Sweat bottle.
Well… damn. That was kind of hot.
“Dunno,” he finally said, voice casual. “Mark hyung and I had to drag you and Bambam here.”
Trust Yugyeom to be his usual sassy self. Judging by how disheveled he looked, he was probably just as hungover as you. Another reminder to curse Jackson later for whatever lethal concoction he had served last night.
“That bad, huh,” you muttered.
Yugyeom scoffed. “Yeah. And your confession to my brother sucked so bad I wanted to dig my own grave because of secondhand embarassment.” He shook his head, as if physically cringing at the memory.
Your stomach dropped. Confession? Oh, no.
Mark already knew about your infatuation with him, of course he did. But what he actually thought or felt about it? That part remained a mystery. He’d always treated you like a little sister, though. Doted on you, looked out for you… and that was the problem, wasn’t it?
Damn it. He definitely saw you as nothing more than a kid sister.
You groaned, rubbing your temples as if that could somehow erase the embarrassment.
“So what? At least he knows I like him,” you said, forcing confidence into your voice. Own it. No regrets.
Yugyeom let out a dry laugh, crossing his arms. “News flash—you're not his type.”
You wanted to cry.
Your head was pounding from the hangover, Yugyeom was ruthlessly crushing your delusions, and now you had yet another embarrassing confession to add to your growing list of regrets.
Fantastic. Just fantastic.
“I hate you!” you shouted, frustration bubbling over.
Yugyeom barely spared you a glance, taking another sip of his drink. “Yeah, whatever, brat.”
"Probably why the girls always liked your brother." You snapped, crossing your arms.
"Because you're straight up mean and an ass, Yugie. Even if you were the last man on Earth, I'd rather fuck a cow. "
You spun around with a dramatic stomp, refusing to let violence win today, even though you were dying to kick him.
"I'd rather too if you're the last woman on earth. You're a whack anyway." He shouted, you intentionally slammed the door when you got out of their apartment and started the walk of shame to your dorm.
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You sighed for the hundredth time, gripping the paper bag tightly. Your friends had been pestering you all day, asking what was inside and why you weren’t your usual, enthusiastic self yapping about Mark. You had retreated to your room and sulked after Yugyeom rubbed it in your face that you weren’t Mark’s type and called you a brat. Then you had all the shirts you borrowed from him washed, ready to return them to Mark and maybe, just maybe, start moving on from your feelings for him.
"Oppa," you called out to Mark. He was talking to JB but excused himself to turn toward you.
"Y/N... are you okay now? You blacked out last Saturday." he asked, his voice filled with concern. You didn’t answer, only handing him the paper bag. He hesitated for a moment before taking it from you.
"Sorry for the trouble, and I guess I’ve gotten used to borrowing your shirts every weekend." You said scratching the back of your head.
Mark took a peek of the shirts inside the paper bag, confusion still over his face.
"Uhh.. well I don't mind the trouble, as long as you are safe. But these shirts are big enough to be mine. These are Yugie's."
Your jaw dropped.
What the actual fuck!
"WHAT THE FUCK?!! OPPA ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"
Your scream caught Mark off guard. Other students turned to look at the two of you, curiosity in their eyes.
How the hell had you ended up wearing Yugyeom’s shirts? It had been his T-shirts all along?
Mark chuckled, clearly finding the situation amusing.
"Well, he usually takes care of us when we’re too drunk. Doesn’t drink much himself, except for last night. Jackson made sure we all had hangovers."
More reason to beat the crap out of Jackson. But that could wait... first, you needed to deal with this minor inconvenience. You had always assumed the shirts you’d changed into whenever you crash at their apartment after parties were Mark’s, but now it turned out they were Yugyeom’s.
Turns out, even the room was Yugyeom’s! You always seemed to wake up in their apartment, but you’d never noticed it was his. Whether it was from a hangover or hunger, you were usually too out of it to pay attention.
"Oppa, I think I’m going to have a headache," you said dramatically, massaging your temples. Concern flashed across Mark’s face, but a smirk crept in when he realized what was really going on.
"You can ask Yugyeom. My job’s just to make sure I drop you guys off, then I’m off to my gi—"
Mark’s eyes widened, as if he’d said something he shouldn’t have. You grinned, piecing it all together.
"Oppa, you dating someone, don't you?" Surprisingly, you didn’t feel disappointed that Mark might like someone else. Instead, you felt a strange excitement bubbling up.
Mark tried to hide the blush creeping up his neck by lowering his head and scratching the back of his head.
Too bad it wasn’t Mark who was taking care of you when you were drunk—no, that little shit Yugyeom had to do it instead.
"And I think you like Yugyeom, you're just infatuated with me."
Your smile faltered, then dropped.
Yugyeom? Hell no! He’s straight-up evil. It’s like he exists just to make your life miserable.
You remembered how he’d always tease you back in elementary school, exposing your crushes to everyone. Not a single attractive trait about him.
"You're kidding, right?" You shot Mark a glare. He raised both his hands in surrender.
"A'ight. I'm just teasing you."
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. Great! Things turned out differently this time.
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"Man, Y/N is out again," Jackson said, shaking his head as he handed Mark another shot of Hennessy.
"Where is she?" Mark asked, scanning the room.
Yugyeom clenched his jaw, running a hand through his hair to mask his irritation. Why did they keep inviting her to these parties, knowing damn well she couldn’t handle her liquor especially with the way Jackson and Johnny threw them?
"Yugie, you're not drinking tonight?" Youngjae offered him a glass, but he shook his head.
God, he wanted to get drunk. He’d had a few shots already, but he couldn’t let himself go past his limit.
"I'm good. I have class tomorrow." Lie.
He didn’t have any classes. His hyungs looked at him like he’d just grown a second head.
"Since when do you care about attending class?" JayB gave him a knowing look.
"Yugie, you've been sneaking out of the parties lately. What are you up to?"
Mark snorted, and Yugyeom shot his brother a glare.
"Nothing, hyung. Just not feeling it lately," Yugyeom mumbled, running a hand through his hair.
Jackson raised a brow, not convinced. "Right. And it just happens to be every time Y/N is around?"
Yugyeom scoffed, but the tension in his jaw betrayed him. Her parents will kill him and Mark if they don't take care of her. "Coincidence."
"Yeah, sure." Mark chuckled, taking another shot. "So, where is she this time? Passed out in the bathroom? Dancing on the table?"
Yugyeom rolled his eyes, ignoring the way his chest tightened. He hated how predictable this was. Every damn party, it was the same thing. Y/N drinking way past her limit, getting into trouble, and him like a fool watching from the shadows, pretending he didn’t care.
Johnny, who had just walked up, smirked. "Last I saw, she was out on the balcony with some guy. Looked pretty cozy."
Yugyeom's grip on his glass tightened. "Who?"
Johnny shrugged. "Some dude from the basketball team. Seemed harmless, but you know Y/N—"
Before he could finish, Yugyeom was already pushing past him, making his way toward the balcony. He wasn’t sure why, wasn’t sure what he was going to do when he got there.
All he knew was that he had to get her out of here.
"Your brother is whipped." He managed to hear JayB before swimming in to the crowd
Yugyeom had been roaming around the house, searching for you, but to no avail. Every room, every hallway, even the bathrooms—nothing. It was as if you'd vanished.
Meanwhile, Y/N had already made your way back to where everyone was gathered.
"Have you seen Y/N yet?" Mark asked, noticing the sulk on Yugyeom's face.
Before anyone could answer, a familiar laugh rang through the air.
"There she is!"
All heads turned just in time to see you stumbling toward them, practically draped over Bambam like a human koala. Arms wrapped tightly around his neck, you clung to him as if he were your lifeline, making it nearly impossible for him to walk straight. The two of you wobbled forward, an amusing sight of chaos.
Jinyoung's brows furrowed as he took in the scene. "What the hell—where the hell have you been?" His voice carried a mix of concern and exasperation.
Bambam groaned, struggling to pry your arms off. "Hyung! Y/N is a handful," he whined before gesturing helplessly. "The gummies must have kicked in!"
"Where did you even get gummies?" Yugyeom asked, irritation lacing his tone.
"Jungkook," Bambam answered shortly before leaning back against the couch.
At that moment, her bloodshot eyes lit up as she spotted Mark. "Oh, Mark Oppa!" she slurred, stumbling toward him. Mark was quick to catch her before she could fall.
He steadied her and turned to everyone. "Let her ride out her high first, she's both drunk and high. How many did she take?" His eyes scanned her for any signs of injury.
Bambam shrugged. "I don’t know. She was already at it when I found her."
Mark sighed and carefully sat her down beside Yugyeom. Luckily, she was too high to cause any trouble just sitting there, completely spaced out.
Yugyeom's night wasn’t going as planned. Jackson was on a mission to make sure everyone was too drunk to go home or to attend class the next day. JayB sat quietly, zoning out. Jinyoung had already passed out. Youngjae had snuck off to leave before he got too drunk. Jackson was everywhere, shoving drinks down everyone’s throats. He came back dragging a drunk Minghao and Jaehyun behind him. Mark just watched in silence, but Yugyeom noticed he was barely holding it together.
Yugyeom could feel his eyelids getting heavy, his exhaustion and alcohol setting in. Meanwhile, Y/N, freshly off her high, challenged Jackson, claiming she could still handle more shots. But she kept knocking things over, clearly out of it. Yugyeom had to sit her down, restraining her from grabbing more drinks. In the end, he took her shots instead.
"Hyung, we need to get out of here." Yugyeom nudged Mark while holding a passed-out Y/N in his arms.
Mark nodded, draping Bambam’s arms around his neck so they could sneak out quietly. They didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to Jackson. ---
"Yugie, it's already past Y/N’s curfew. She’s out cold there’s no way she can sneak back to her dorm," Mark said, glancing at the passed-out Y/N on Yugyeom’s lap.
Yugyeom’s head was pounding, the alcohol hitting him harder now. They had just dropped Bambam off.
"You can let her sleep in your room. You sleep in mine. Do anything stupid, you're dead," Mark warned, shooting him a sharp glare through the rearview mirror. It's always the same warning when Y/N had to crash in their flat during the weekend. Her parents will kill both of them if something happens to her. "Why, where are you going?" Yugyeom asked with curiosity, a grin spreading across his lips.
His brother shot him another glare, so Yugyeom quickly shut up. "You should be worried about me, Hyung," he muttered. Knowing Y/N, taking care of her when she’s drunk is like looking after a toddler, such a handful. Good thing she is out tonight.
Yugyeom shook his head, remembering he had to carry her all the way here. Damn, he was tipsy, and he prayed he’d make it to his room without falling over.
He groaned as he finally laid you down on his bed, collapsing onto the floor beside it. He was too dizzy to move. "Fuck." Y/N cursed
Yugyeom got up to check on you, surprised to find you awake. His eyes widened as he realized you were stripping your clothes off.
"Shit... what the hell are you doing?"
He immediately sprang up from the floor to stop you, but you were too stubborn.
Yugyeom cursed silently, his frustration growing. She'll never fucking touch another alcohol Just why am I the one who had to deal with this? Fucking gummies Fuck Jackson, Fuck Jungkook
Out of all the times, Nayeon Noona had to not be available now. She was the one who usually took care of this stuff. His duty was to drag or carry Y/N home, not deal with... well, this.
"Huh? Who TF—oh, Yugie," Y/N said, flashing him a sheepish smile.
"Y/N..." Yugyeom groaned in frustration. He walked over to the bed, gently trying to lay her back down. He wanted to sleep too, he’d had enough drinks to know a hangover was coming tomorrow.
But Y/N had other plans.
"It’s hot in here, Yugie. Where’s Mark Oppa? He’ll change my clothes." Y/N started scanning the room for Mark. When she didn’t see him, she pouted.
Yugyeom felt his ears burn. Since when did Mark change her clothes? It had always been Nayeon!
"Okay, I’ll get you a shirt, and you can change yourself, brat. No Mark tonight," he said, letting out an exasperated sigh.
He walked over to his cabinet to grab a shirt. Luckily, he wasn’t running out of shirts just yet, most of them were still with Y/N, and she hadn’t bothered to return any of them.
Yugyeom turned around, holding out the shirt for her—only to freeze in place, cursing under his breath. "What the—?"
She was already naked, save for her underwear. His eyes widened in shock as Mark’s earlier warning echoed in his head.
"Goddamn it." Yugyeom groaned, quickly looking away as he walked toward her.
Yugyeom tossed the shirt, and it landed right on Y/N’s face. Without another word, he turned on his heel and left the room, exhaling a breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. Leaning back against his door, he muttered under his breath—
"Just what the fuck."
He and Mark had known Y/N since childhood. Back then, she was shy and timid, always clinging to them for protection. If they weren’t around, she’d inevitably get picked on by bullies.
But middle school changed everything. The once quiet and reserved Y/N was long gone. After being spoiled by Jackson, JB, and Jinyoung, she had turned into a complete brat—throwing fits whenever she didn’t get her way.
And her growing infatuation with Mark? It irritated the hell out of Yugyeom. Mark was too nice to reject her outright, always treating her like a younger sister. But Y/N? She saw things differently.
Yugyeom woke up with a pounding headache, the effects of last night’s drinking hitting him full force. He was still wearing the same shirt from the night before, his hair sticking out in every direction. Too exhausted to change, he had simply collapsed onto his brother’s bed.
Yugyeom froze. She was awake.
Slowly, he turned around to face her. Thankfully, she was wearing a shirt—his shirt. It was oversized on her, hanging loosely off her frame. He gulped. Damn, when did she start looking hot in my clothes? She always wore his shirts, so why did it feel different now?
"Dunno..." he answered casually, shaking off the thought. "Mark hyung and I had to drag you and Bambam here."
Y/N’s face twisted in disgust. "That bad, huh?"
Yugyeom scoffed. "Yeah. And your confession to my brother sucked so bad, I wanted to dig my own grave from secondhand embarrassment." He shook his head, physically cringing at the memory. Having to endure her slurred, love-struck confessions on the way to Mark’s car was pure torture.
Y/N, however, seemed unfazed. "So what? At least he knows I like him," she said with confidence.
Yugyeom let out a dry laugh, crossing his arms. "News flash—you're not his type."
Y/N’s face turned red, and she shot him a glare. He knew he had struck a nerve. It was always the same—the fuming expression whenever things didn’t go her way.
"I hate you!" she screamed, her frustration boiling over.
Yugyeom wanted to tease her more, but he knew better than to entertain her tantrums. Instead, he barely spared her a glance, taking another sip of his drink. "Yeah, whatever, brat."
Y/N huffed and crossed her arms. "Probably why girls always liked your brother." She gave him a smug look before adding, "Because you're straight-up mean and an ass, Yugy. Even if you were the last man on Earth, I'd rather fuck a cow."
Yugyeom’s jaw clenched. He didn’t give a damn if girls preferred his brother over him. It wasn’t like he was interested in them anyway.
Y/N spun around with a dramatic stomp, storming out of the room. Yugyeom sighed, rubbing his temple. Between his pounding headache and Y/N’s tantrums, this morning was already a disaster.
"I'd rather too if you were the last woman on Earth. You’re wack anyway," he called after her, but the only response he got was the sound of the door slamming shut.
"Women!" he muttered in frustration, running a hand through his messy hair.
Not long after, the door creaked open again, but this time, it was Mark. His older brother looked just as disheveled, still wearing the same clothes from last night, holding paper bags in his hands.
Yugyeom blinked. "What the hell happened to you?" --------------------
Y/N’s laugh rang across the cafeteria, drawing attention to her and Mark. Whatever they were talking about must have been hilarious, judging by the way she leaned into him, grinning from ear to ear.
Jinyoung and Youngjae exchanged a glance.
"Y/N seems extra clingy today," Jackson commented, shaking his head before taking another sip of his smoothie.
Yugyeom furrowed his brows, watching the two of them curiously. Mark and Y/N had been inseparable since this morning, and for some reason, it was bothering him more than it should.
"Anyway, Jooheon’s throwing a party tonight for his birthday. Are you guys coming?"
God. Yugyeom had just recovered from the worst hangover last week, and now there was another party.
"I’m in if you guys are going," Youngjae said.
Jinyoung sighed. "I’ll go, but I’m not staying long. I don’t want another hangover. Last week was the worst—fuck you, Jackson." He shot the older boy a glare, but Jackson only laughed in response.
"I’m coming! Jooheon invited me earlier," a familiar voice chimed in.
They all turned to see Y/N, now settling into the seat beside, unfortunately—Yugyeom.
"Yeah, and we'll have to drag your ass back home when you're drunk," Yugyeom said dryly, rolling his eyes at Y/N.
But she didn’t even acknowledge him. Instead, she turned to Mark and Jay B with a sweet smile.
"Oppa, you're going to drive me home, right?"
Yugyeom sat up straighter. Did she just ignore me?
Mark sighed. "Just don’t go over your limit, Y/N. Please?"
"Of course!" Y/N beamed.
Yugyeom scoffed under his breath. "Just what the hell."
"Yeah, so you don’t inconvenience us into driving you home," he snapped.
Y/N shot him a glare. "What’s up with you?"
"Nothing!" Yugyeom barked back, quickly gathering his things and walking out of the cafeteria.
For some reason, he was pissed today. Since when did Y/N start following his brother around like a lost puppy? He understood the obsession, but did she really think sticking to Mark all day would get her anywhere? ---------
"Slow down, Yugie. It’s not even midnight yet." Jungkook took the bottle from Yugyeom, eyeing him warily. His friend had been drinking like a madman all night.
Yugyeom didn’t understand what was wrong with him either. He’d been cranky all day.
"I’m good," he muttered, trying to sound convincing. But Jungkook clearly wasn’t buying it.
His gaze swept across the room until it landed on Y/N, who was laughing—no, flirting—with Wonwoo. His grip on the shot glass tightened.
Mingyu and Jungkook followed his line of sight before exchanging a knowing look.
"Tsk." Yugyeom clicked his tongue and downed another shot, drinking like it was his last night on earth, completely disregarding the inevitable hangover.
"You’re drinking like you’re heartbroken, Yugie," Bambam teased, completely oblivious to the daggers Yugyeom was mentally throwing at Wonwoo and Y/N.
"And I think I just figured out who broke your little heart." Mingyu grinned, glancing between Y/N and Yugyeom.
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You promised Mark and JB that you wouldn’t drink too much tonight. So, you made it your mission to interact and avoid alcohol as much as possible.
You arrived a little late but made sure to greet Jooheon and hand him your gift when you walked in.
"Y/N, my girl!" Jooheon embraced you warmly.
"Happy birthday, Heony," you said, returning the hug.
"Enjoy the night, girl. You look beautiful," Jooheon winked, making you blush at the compliment.
"Thanks! And happy birthday again."
Jooheon placed both hands on your shoulders and led you towards where the boys were hanging out.
"You might want to keep up. Yugyeom’s been drinking like there’s no tomorrow, and it’s not even midnight yet."
But you had sworn to keep your drinking in check tonight.
"Perfect. Thanks, Heon." You gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
Instead of diving into more alcohol, you grabbed a margarita. The plan was to avoid overindulging and stay busy by chatting with everyone. You decided to make a detour and joined Wonwoo, Hoshi, and Minghao.
"Mind if I join?" you announced, flashing a smile.
"Y/N, thank god. These two are boring me," Hoshi grinned, clearly relieved to have some fresh company. "What's up?" You asked, sitting down beside Wonwoo.
“Not much lately. Same old boring school stuff,” Minghao said, pulling out his phone to check something.
“Boo hoo. School is boring,” you teased, casually sipping your margarita.
Wonwoo glanced around, his gaze landing where JayB, Jackson, Jinyoung, and Mark usually were. “You’re at most of these parties. Surprised the boys aren’t hovering?”
You followed his gaze but didn’t spot them. They were either scattered or just keeping a low profile, not that they ever hovered, but they always made sure they could see you.
You chuckled. “Nah, I can go anywhere because of them.”
"And Yugyeom looks at me like he’s going to kill me later."
Your smile faltered. You’d been trying to push Yugyeom out of your mind these past few days. The shirts you took from him were still in your possession, Mark refused to take them when you tried returning them, they weren’t his so he basically told you to return it yourself to Yugyeom.
You and Yugyeom fought like cats and dogs daily, as if his sole purpose in life was to annoy you and ruin your day. Yet, somehow, he still looked after you. It didn’t make sense. He always seemed the least concerned, never missing a chance to call out every stupid thing you did yet there he was, always watching over you.
"What did I do?" Wonwoo asked, sounding offended. "Say he likes Y/N, and instead of joining him, he joins us? What will you feel if you are Yugyeom?"
What the hell? Likes you? More like he’s dying to kill you. First Mark, now Minghao. The idea was absurd. You couldn’t help but cackle.
"You guys are overanalyzing. What he feels toward me is pure hatred, mutual, by the way," you said, shaking your head.
"Wanna bet, Noona?"
Everyone turned at the sound of the new voice. Mingi.
Since when did he get here?
"Mingi, sneaking out again, huh?"
Mingi scratched the back of his head as he plopped down beside you. Being a freshman and the rowdiest one at that, it wasn’t exactly surprising.
"Don't tell anyone," he said with a grin. "Jooheon hyung invited me. His party’s way too lit to miss."
Mingi is the definition of chaotic energy wrapped in a freshman package. Along with his partners-in-crime, San and Beomgyu, he’s always at the center of the mess, loud, unpredictable, and effortlessly funny. Despite his wild antics, there’s an endearing charm to him, making it impossible to stay mad at him for too long.
To you, he’s like an annoying but lovable little brother, constantly trailing behind with his silly little crush. He doesn’t take it too seriously, but that doesn’t stop him from sticking around whenever he gets the chance. Whether it’s teasing, playfully pestering, or just showing up uninvited, Mingi has made it his personal mission to be wherever you are much to their amusement (and occasional frustration).
You glanced over at Yugyeom. He wasn’t looking in your direction anymore, but you caught the moment Jungkook took the bottle from his hand. Was he drunk already? Yugyeom rarely got drunk, his alcohol tolerance was impressively high.
"So, Noona? What do you think? Looks like Yugyeom hyung really likes you," Mingi said, leaning forward with his best attempt at puppy eyes.
You looked around at the others, all watching you expectantly. The attention made your cheeks warm, and you couldn’t help but blush.
"N-no, obviously we’d kill each other before that ever happened," you stammered, trying to hide your embarrassment.
But what Mingi did next caught you completely off guard.
“Oi! Mingi, you little shit! Why'd you kiss her?!”
Your eyes widened as you turned to see Minghao smacking Mingi, who seemed utterly unbothered. If anything, Mingi looked thrilled grinning ear to ear and bouncing in his seat like he’d just won the lottery. It was just a peck on your cheek but still, it caught you off guard. Your head immediately turned towards where Yugyeom is, but he's already gone. "You're so dead meat, Mingi." ----------
Your goal to stay sober? Success.
You’d had a few drinks here and there, but still being clear-headed at 2 AM was a win. Most of the night had been spent mingling, caught up in conversations rather than alcohol.
Still, you couldn’t shake the habit of glancing around, searching for any sign of Yugyeom. You hadn’t seen him since you were with Wonwoo and the others earlier, and for some reason, that nagging thought lingered.
“Good job!” you muttered to yourself, patting your own back while smiling like an idiot in front of the mirror. You headed to the restroom to touch up a bit.
"I’d tap Yugyeom. I wanna ride on his lap."
"Yeah, like, he's tall and everything."
You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but these girls were loud enough to make it impossible not to hear.
Ride him, huh?
You pulled out your phone to message the group chat, hoping to get an update on Yugyeom, but the responses were slow—probably because the guys were all already too drunk. But why were you searching for Yugyeom? You weren’t sure, you just knew that you had to talk to him.
“He's pretty out of it. Some girl tried to make out with him earlier, but he accidentally knocked her over.”
For some reason, the thought made your blood boil. "Good luck riding him, then."
The girls turned towards you with a look of surprises on their face. But you only rolled her eyes and walked out of the restroom.
Now you really had to look for Yugyeom. ---------
It didn’t take long to find him mainly because they’d become the damn show in Jooheon’s pool. The chaos had taken over, and now Jooheon’s pool was flooded with drunk and half-naked students.
Yugyeom, Jungkook, Mingyu, and Jaehyun stood there, drenched. The only thing they were still wearing? Their pants. Obviously they're drunk.
“Kyum.” You called, sighing. The nickname felt strange on your tongue after not using it for so long.
Yugyeom turned towards you, his eyes half-lidded and his cheeks flushed, clearly feeling the effects of too much alcohol.
“What?” he asked lazily, draping his shirt over his shoulders as he shifted his weight.
You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the fact that his half-naked form and his hair that's sticking everywhere was distracting you more than it should.
“Not having a good time? You don’t seem drunk,” he remarked, voice casual maybe a little too casual.
"I swore to Mark not to get wasted tonight."
He walked towards you, and what he did next completely caught you off guard. Yugyeom leaned forward, his face burying itself against your neck. Water still dripped from his hair, cascading down to your shoulders.
"Mark... blah blah blah. For once, can you stop talking about him?"
You weren’t sure how to react. What happened to him? Why was he suddenly acting like this?
"And don't even mention Mingi. I made sure to drown him earlier," he added, his breath warm against your neck.
"What? Are you even serious right now?"
Yugyeom let out a dry laugh. "Yeah? How dare he kiss you."
What the hell? So he did see that earlier?
"We seriously need to talk. Get a shirt or something, it’s cold," you said firmly, but Yugyeom didn’t budge.
"I’ll try… I’m too drunk, I guess?" He blinked, looking around, squinting as if trying to see past his dizziness.
"Okay, at least let’s get you inside and find you a shirt." You grabbed his arm, ready to guide him in. But the moment he took a step, Yugyeom stumbled.
"Oops. My bad." He giggled unapologetically.
"Y/N! And why are you still dry and sober?"
You barely had time to react before Mingyu clearly just as drunk grinned at you. Bambam and Jungkook trailed behind him, all of them looking suspiciously like they were up to no good.
You narrowed your eyes. "I’ll kidnap your friend for a while. You can have him back after we talk."
The three exchanged knowing looks. Definitely plotting something.
"Not gonna happen," Jungkook said, shaking his head before turning to Mingyu.
Sensing potential danger from these idiots, you instinctively stepped back. "I swear to God, I’m wearing heels, Jeon Jungkook. If you take another step, I will kill you with them."
But they didn’t look the least bit fazed.
"No killjoys tonight, Y/N."
Before you could protest, an arm wrapped around your waist. You barely had time to scream before gravity betrayed you—
SPLASH!
You hit the water. "What the fuck!!!! Just what the fuck!!!"
You screamed the moment you emerged from the water, sputtering as laughter erupted from the sidelines.
Jungkook, Bambam, and Mingyu were doubled over, finding the whole scene way too entertaining.
Before you could process your next move, an arm wrapped around your waist again. Instinctively, you swung, nearly throwing a punch—only to realize it was Yugyeom.
You immediately clung to him, your heart racing. Great. You had landed in the deeper part of the pool, where your feet couldn’t even touch the bottom.
"Just what the hell, Kyum?!" you snapped, exasperated.
He didn’t even look the least bit guilty.
"Oops?" he said, grinning.
"You dragged me in with you! I don’t have spare clothes, and I’m still wearing my heels!"
Yugyeom just chuckled, holding you effortlessly in the water. "Should’ve taken them off sooner, brat."
You were this close to dunking him under.
You didn’t realize how close you were until your breath hitched.
Yugyeom’s arm was still around your waist, holding you steady in the water. His bare skin was warm against your soaked clothes, the alcohol in his system making his grip a little looser, a little more relaxed.
Your mesh top clung to you like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. The way Yugyeom’s gaze flickered downward before snapping back to your eyes didn’t go unnoticed.
Half-lidded from the alcohol, his dark eyes held something unreadable, something that made your stomach flip.
For once, he wasn’t teasing you. He wasn’t rolling his eyes or throwing snarky remarks.
He was just looking.
Your throat felt dry despite being surrounded by water.
"It's cold, we should get up," you said, quickly averting your gaze.
But Yugyeom’s grip on you tightened.
"I thought we were gonna talk. What is it that you wanted to tell me?"
Your mind went blank.
What was it? Just moments ago, you had been so sure, so determined to get him alone and say something. But now, with the weight of his stare and the warmth of his body against yours, your words were stuck somewhere in your throat.
Yugyeom studied you closely, his voice quieter this time.
"And you haven’t called me Kyum in a long time…" He tilted his head slightly, eyes searching yours. "What is it now?"
You swallowed.
You could tell him. Right now.
Or you could do what you’ve always done, brush it off, pretend nothing’s changed.
Your fingers twitched against his shoulder. "It’s nothing," you mumbled.
Yugyeom let out a small scoff, but he didn’t let go. "Liar."
"Oi! The two of you, lovey-dovey there, huh? Done with your lover's quarrel?"
Jungkook’s voice rang out, followed by loud laughter from Mingyu and Bambam. You felt your face heat up not from the alcohol or the water, but from the way Yugyeom still hadn’t let go.
He didn’t even react to Jungkook’s teasing.
You expected him to roll his eyes, make some sarcastic remark, or at the very least push you away in annoyance like he always did. But he didn’t.
Instead, he stayed still, watching you.
For some reason, it wasn’t cold anymore.
"We should get out," you tried again, but your voice came out weaker this time.
Yugyeom hummed, tilting his head slightly. "Then go."
You frowned. "You're the one holding me."
A ghost of a smirk tugged at his lips. "Am I?"
Your stomach flipped.
What the hell was up with him tonight?
"You're drunk. It's cold." You tried to reason, shivering slightly as the cool night air hit your wet skin.
Yugyeom only tightened his grip, his gaze unwavering. "Not until you tell me what you wanted to talk about."
You huffed, pressing your palms against his chest, trying to push him away, not too hard, though. "Kyum, not now."
His eyes flickered at the nickname again, his jaw clenching. "Then when?"
You fell silent, biting your lip.
Jungkook’s voice interrupted the tension. "Alright, alright, lovebirds. Enough of the eye-fucking. Get out before you both catch a cold."
Your breath hitched again.
"You tell me now, or I'm gonna fucking kiss you and cause a damn scene," Yugyeom said, his voice low and unwavering.
You turned sharply to look at him, your heart hammering against your ribs. His dark, half-lidded eyes held yours, challenging, no, daring you to say something. The water dripped from his hair, down his sharp jawline, and onto his bare shoulders.
"You're drunk," you repeated, but it came out weaker this time.
"And you're avoiding," he shot back.
This wasn’t the Yugyeom who always rolled his eyes at you, who constantly teased you like you were nothing but an annoying little sister. No, this Yugyeom was looking at you like he actually gave a damn.
You swallowed hard. "Kyum… stop it."
His lips twitched at the nickname, but he didn’t back down. Instead, he took a slow step toward you, water cascading off his body.
"Last chance," he warned, tilting his head slightly. "Tell me, or I’ll make sure everyone here knows exactly what’s been going on between us."
Your stomach flipped. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Yugyeom smirked, and for the first time tonight, it wasn’t one of amusement—it was something else. Something dangerous.
"Wouldn’t you like to know?"
Yugyeom let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his wet hair. He looked at you, his jaw clenching like he was trying to hold something back.
"You really don’t get it, do you?" he muttered, shaking his head.
Your frustration boiled over. "No, I fucking don’t! One second, you act like I’m the most annoying person on earth, and the next, you're pissed when I talk to someone else! You say you don’t care, but you always have something to say about what I do, who I’m with—"
"Because it drives me fucking insane, Y/N!" Yugyeom snapped, holing you closer. "Watching you throw yourself at my brother like he’s ever gonna see you the way you want him to. Watching you act like a spoiled brat because you know they’ll always give you what you want. Watching you flirt with guys who don’t deserve your attention."
You blinked, your breath caught in your throat. "What...?"
His chest rose and fell heavily, his fists clenched at his sides. Then, as if all the tension left him at once, he exhaled and chuckled bitterly.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.
Silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. The sounds of the party in the background felt miles away.
"Do you hate me, Yugyeom?" Your voice was quieter now, almost unsure.
His eyes snapped back to yours, something unreadable flickering in them. Then he took one last step forward, so close that you could feel the heat radiating off of him despite the cold water.
"If I hated you," he murmured, voice dangerously low, "I wouldn't be losing my mind over you every damn day."
"So, the shirts..." You trailed off, everything finally clicking into place and believing Mark. The t-shirt, the room you’d assumed was Mark’s...
"Yes! Fuck me!" Yugyeom cut in, his voice filled with frustration. "It’s my room you were sleeping in when you were drunk, and it’s my fucking shirt you’re wearing. You look so damn hot in it, but it drives me crazy every time you think about it being Ma—"
He didn’t finish his sentence. You cut him off with a kiss, sealing his lips against yours. The sound of cursing from the boys and the cheers of those around you filled the air.
Yugyeom froze for a second before his hands instinctively found your waist, pulling you in like he’d been waiting for this moment forever. The cheers and whistles from your friends faded into the background, drowned out by the rapid beating of your heart.
When you finally pulled away, slightly breathless, Yugyeom’s dazed expression made you chuckle. His hands still held you tightly, as if he was afraid you’d disappear.
"You—" he started, his voice hoarse, but you cut him off with a smirk.
"Thought you were gonna kiss me and cause a scene?" You teased, raising a brow.
He blinked, then let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "You really are a brat."
"You like it," you shot back playfully.
Yugyeom rolled his eyes, but the way his fingers traced circles on your waist told you everything you needed to know. Maybe he didn't hate you after all. Maybe it was something else entirely.
"Oi! Disgusting! Get out of the water!"
"Yugyeom! What the hell are you two doing in there?!"
"Were they kissing?—Hey, Yugyeom! I swear to God, if you get out of that water..."
"Nice one, Y/N noona! Don’t drown me again, Yugyeom hyung!"
You can hear Mingyu, JayB, Jackson, and even Mingi shouting from the sidelines, but Yugyeom doesn’t care. He simply grabs the back of your neck and kisses you again.
" This Motherfucker" - Mark
Yugyeom didn’t even bother looking back at the chaotic mess of friends yelling from the sidelines. He just smirked against your lips, his grip firm as he pulled you even closer. The warmth of his body against the cold water sent shivers down your spine, though you weren’t sure if it was from the temperature or the way he kissed you like he had something to prove.
"You’re unbelievable," you muttered when you finally pulled away, your fingers curling into the wet strands of his hair.
"Yeah?" He tilted his head, his thumb grazing your jawline. "And yet, you kissed me first."
You rolled your eyes, pushing against his chest. "Shut up, let's just get out of here before they actually drown us."
"Agreed," Yugyeom chuckled, finally letting you go, but not before throwing a glare toward the group of idiots watching like it was some drama premiere.
As you both waded out of the pool, soaking wet and dripping onto the pavement, the jeering only got worse.
"Yugyeom! I trusted you!" Mingyu feigned betrayal, clutching his chest.
"Yugyeom, you little shit, I knew it!" Jackson cackled.
"Just get a damn room!" JayB groaned, tossing a towel in your direction.
Yugyeom caught it effortlessly and draped it over your shoulders, his lips still curved into a smug grin. He leaned in, whispering against your ear, "I meant what I said. Let’s go somewhere else."
Your breath hitched, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he affected you. Instead, you scoffed, giving him a playful shove.
"Get me food first, and maybe I’ll think about it."
Yugyeom laughed, shaking his head. "Brat."
And just like that, whatever tension had been lingering between you both had snapped into something else entirely.
