i’ll always find my way (back to you)
1:57 joonyoung: where tf r u 1:57 joonyoung: kim sunggyu 1:57 joonyoung: srsly man where the hell r u we wont be mad if u ditched us just reply pls 1:57 joonyoung: yong junhyung is about to call the fucking police where the fucking hell r u 1:58 joonyoung: if ur not dead when we find u ur gonna be 1:58 joonyoung: kim fucking sunggyu 1:58 joonyoung: im gonna smoke all over ur ethics notes 1:58 joonyoung: r u fucking dead 2:00 joonyoung: fucking reply u fucking asshole u had two fucking shots how wasted r u 2:01 joonyoung: r u actually dead 2:01 joonyoung: if ur not dead can u pls reply
for the record, sunggyu knows he’s drunk.
however, this self-awareness, he’s fairly sure, means that he can’t be as drunk as he thinks he is because he’s still sober enough to know how drunk he is which isn’t very drunk just slightly drunk. he also still has more than enough motor skills to have gotten to the curb in front of the club joonyoung had dragged him and junhyung into and then dragged him and junhyung out of, thrown his hand out, and hailed a taxi. surely, this means sunggyu is comfortably drunk at best.
he even - he fucking even - remembers woohyun’s address and is able to clearly and perfectly recite it by memory out for the cab driver upon request.
there’s a strange vibration under his butt and he wonders if this is one of those special expensive cabs that he accidentally got into - one with massage pads built into the seats. he frowns, looking around in the darkness for the remote, before he slaps his hand down around the seat itself and realizes that the vibration is coming from his jeans and not the cab. he blinks, pulling out his phone and frowning deeper when he realizes this is the culprit for why he can’t enjoy the ride to woohyun’s house in peace.
sunggyu shuts off the sound and the vibrations, and then slips his phone back into his pocket, patting it in contentedly. now there’s silence and stillness, and he can enjoy the passing lights of seoul through the window without interruptions.
when the roads begin to look familiar, sunggyu’s stomach grumbles and he remembers that he hadn’t eaten dinner because joonyoung had said that dinner would slow down the alcohol. he remembers eating probably a total of five mints from somewhere near the bar, and other than that, he hasn’t eaten since after his last class today.
that’s all okay, though, because woohyun can cook, and there is also a kitchen in woohyun’s house where woohyun can cook and there is food in woohyun’s refrigerator that woohyun can cook with using his kitchen. sunggyu starts humming the last song that had blasted into his ears at the club under his breath at the thought of woohyun’s fried rice, covered in grease, salt and eggs.
the cab stops right in front of the small gate that encloses off the corner woohyun’s house is in, and sunggyu rolls himself out onto the steps after meticulously counting the right amount of cash off for the driver - another sure sign, he thinks proudly, that he isn’t as drunk as joonyoung said he was.
sunggyu presses the button on the gate and hoists himself up to stick his face into the intercom camera. “woohyun,” he drags out the last syllable as long as his breath will let him. “nam woohyun - open up - i need fried rice - “
in the distance, he sees the front door open slowly, and a head sticks out before the rest of woohyun’s body follows it. there’s just enough light from the nearby streetlamps to show woohyun’s expression, eyes squinting in sunggyu’s direction for a moment before he’s suddenly running towards the gate and fumbling to open it.
woohyun’s hair doesn’t look like he was sleeping, but his clothes clearly announce that he’s quite close to doing so - a t-shirt and sweatpants, and flip-flops on his feet that don’t look like they’re his. sunggyu stares at them, at the pink and purple flowering pattern on the bands of the sandals and the way the soles only go to half of woohyun’s feet - maybe they’re his mother’s.
“hyung,” woohyun catches sunggyu by the forearm and wraps it around his neck as pulls sunggyu inside. sunggyu feels a pressure lifting from the back of his jeans, followed by a soft thump. probably the gate snapping as woohyun closes it again. “what are you doing here?”
“fried rice,” sunggyu says because that should be obvious.
he feels woohyun’s breath puff against his cheek, warm and stuttered like he’s laughing at sunggyu, but there’s no sign of laughter in his voice when he speaks again - only amusement, “okay. i thought you were going out with your friends tonight, though.”
woohyun opens the front door and steadies sunggyu inside, letting him lean his cheek against the cool, white wall of the entryway as woohyun closes and locks the door up again. “did,” sunggyu says. “‘m a little drunk now, so. probably. should eat.”
“probably,” woohyun says, taking sunggyu’s arm again, but this time he wraps his own arm around sunggyu’s waist as well. sunggyu leans into woohyun’s side, head resting slightly on woohyun’s shoulder as the third year guides sunggyu into the kitchen and pulls him down gently to sit at the table. “do your friends know you’re here?”
sunggyu thinks.
he frowns.
he didn’t tell joonyoung or junhyung that he came to woohyun’s house, but really, they’ll most likely figure it out. both of them, after all, are in the same university as sunggyu - the top rated university in the country - so if they can’t even deduce this, then honestly sunggyu doesn’t think they should have been accepted.
“yeah,” sunggyu says, eventually.
the expression in woohyun’s eyes is odd right then - something between further amusement and faint, uncertain concern, but it turns into something warm and bright instead, something that makes sunggyu’s stomach flutter. sunggyu is fairly sure, though, that that’s just anticipation for fried rice now that he’s seated and staring right at the stove.
“so,” woohyun steps away from sunggyu and towards the refrigerator. “fried rice?”
“two eggs, please,” sunggyu says, folding his arms on the table and pillowing his head on them. “if you love me, two eggs.”
woohyun’s shoulders shake slightly as he takes out a large tupperware filled with rice from the refrigerator along with an already-opened can of ham, an unopened can of tuna, and a tub of kimchi. when he pulls out the eggs, he turns around to face sunggyu with mock solemnity, showing him the two in his palm and sunggyu gives him a sleepy thumbs up.
once everything has been cut and thrown into the pan, the sizzling making sunggyu’s stomach actually rumble out loud, woohyun is laying out a spoon, paper towel and a glass of water on the table. sunggyu watches woohyun move around the kitchen. most likely, he’d showered an hour or two before sunggyu had arrived. woohyun’s hair looks fresh and soft around his face, and sunggyu knows what it’d feel like sliding through his fingers. he hasn’t seen woohyun since school started for both of them, after all.
“woohyun,” sunggyu says, when the alpha is peering into the pan, lowering the heat. woohyun glances at the sound of his name, crossing over to stand in front of him. sunggyu points to the seat across from him at the table, and woohyun sits down, mild confusion on his face. sunggyu then gets up onto his knees on the chair and reaches over the table, carding the tips of his fingers lightly through woohyun’s hair and it’s exactly as soft and silky as he remembers.
woohyun’s face breaks into a smile so large that sunggyu almost wants to tell him to shut up but sunggyu thinks it’s a quite nice smile, and woohyun’s hair is in exceptional condition today, and woohyun is giving sunggyu two eggs because he loves him, so sunggyu supposes that he’ll let it slide just for tonight.
a loud pop comes from the stove, and woohyun catches sunggyu’s fingers from his hair with his own hand, threading their fingers together for a short moment before he stands up and moves to turn off the gas and flip the rice around a few times. “we’re good, it didn’t burn,” woohyun says, looking at sunggyu with laughter in his eyes.
“if it burned,” sunggyu says, grabbing the spoon woohyun had placed in front of him, “i’d kill you.”
woohyun does laugh aloud at that, quietly with his eyes forming crescents. he starts rummaging in the cabinets for a bowl, and sunggyu holds his spoon with both hands, placing the head near his mouth. he takes a deep breath and begins singing nell’s latest song - just released two days ago but sunggyu would be damned if he didn’t already know the entire thing, the entire album actually, by heart, and -
sunggyu falls silent the second woohyun’s fingers wrap around his wrist, pulling the spoon down gently away from sunggyu’s mouth and leaning in close. woohyun’s face is so, so, so, so near sunggyu’s and he can count woohyun’s eyelashes at this proximity - he can see the way some of the strands of hair of woohyun’s bangs curl slightly towards his forehead. “hyung,” woohyun murmurs with an apologetic, sheepish smile, his breath fanning over sunggyu’s lips. “my parents are asleep, so maybe sing tomorrow?”
sunggyu’s brain comes to a mildly embarrassing halt right then for whatever reason, so he can only nod dumbly as woohyun places the bowl piled high with fried rice in front of sunggyu. he notices woohyun is putting the other half of the pan’s contents into a container, and he has half a mind to ask why woohyun isn’t also eating, but the food in front of him smells too good, and then sunggyu is too preoccupied shoveling everything into his mouth to go through with the question.
he finishes the food probably faster than is good for his digestive system, pushing the bowl out for woohyun to take and place in the sink. woohyun points at the water, and sunggyu frowns for a moment, but he concedes and downs the entire glass with effort because he isn’t too drunk - like he’s stated before - so he still has the awareness of mind to know that it’ll be a hard morning if he doesn’t hydrate properly.
sunggyu hears the sink run shortly, the clang of the pan being placed in there along with the spatula, spoon, and glass, and then the sound of the water stops. “ready for bed?” woohyun asks, taking sunggyu’s hands and pulling him to his feet. the kitchen spins slightly, but it rights itself fairly well once sunggyu squints and lets woohyun wrap his arm around his waist again.
“are we going to fuck?” sunggyu says, once woohyun has turned off all the lights and the alpha is half-dragging him up the stairs through the darkness. sunggyu nearly misses more than one step, but woohyun pulls him onto the right one before sunggyu has a chance to trip on any of them.
woohyun hums, that low, musical chuckle at the back of his throat again - the sound that never fails to induce all of sunggyu’s homicidal tendencies. just like now - right now - sunggyu just wants woohyun to fall backwards and roll down the stairs but that would be fairly tricky to maneuver without sunggyu also falling backwards on the stairs, and also, sunggyu sort of depends on woohyun to keep him upright because it’s getting harder and harder to stand by the second. “do you want to fuck?” woohyun laughs softly.
sunggyu thinks about that. “do you want to fuck?” he ends up echoing, because really, he thinks he’s down for anything right now as long as woohyun does all the work. he’s sleepy - extremely sleepy, his eyes are just moments away from closing - but he also hasn’t seen woohyun in weeks, which is actually pretty pathetic because sunggyu is a university student at the country’s top-rated school, not a pining, middle school girl.
they get to the second floor, and woohyun steers sunggyu into his room, closing the door with his foot, before letting sunggyu collapse himself, side-down, onto woohyun’s bed - far more familiar than the bed sunggyu has been sleeping on in his new apartment for the past month or so now. “i do,” woohyun says simply, sitting down on the edge of the mattress and fixing his gaze down to meet sunggyu’s. “but - i also think you’re about two seconds from passing out on me, and - “ he smiles faintly “ - you smell like soju and kimchi, right now, hyung.”
“wrong,” sunggyu mutters, “i also smell like joonyoung’s cigarettes.”
woohyun grins, letting sunggyu lace his fingers with woohyun’s. “true,” the alpha says. “you want something cleaner to sleep in then?”
sunggyu rolls onto his back and sighs. “please.” he lets go of woohyun’s hand so the third year can rummage around in his closet. a soft, large cotton shirt lands on sunggyu’s face along with a pair of dark boxer shorts.
the omega shucks everything off - again, mobile skills still clearly working without a hitch - and pulls on the t-shirt and boxers. his hair probably still smells like smoke and alcohol, and his mouth definitely still tastes like fried rice and soju, but at least when he curls into himself to sleep, he’ll smell woohyun in every direction.
“when do you want me to set the alarm?” woohyun asks, as sunggyu slips himself under the covers. the moment his head hits the pillow, his eyelids are so heavy, and his mind is suddenly so foggy that he just waves his hand absently at woohyun. sunggyu has nowhere to be tomorrow anyway - it’s saturday, and the cab ride back to campus isn’t that far.
he falls asleep so quickly, he doesn’t even remember when woohyun slid into bed beside him.
3:15 myungsoo: hyung is sunggyu-hyung with u 3:15 myungsoo: his friends texted me bc he’s not replying and they r flipping out 3:18 woohyun: lmao yeah he came here smashed like an hour ago 3:19 woohyun: fed him kissed him gn tucked him in he’s all good 3:21 myungsoo: i didn’t need to kno half of that but thnx i’ll tell them he’s alive 3:22 woohyun: why r u even awake rn 3:30 woohyun: :) tell sungyeolie i said hi