Yunho was definitely drunk now. Throughout the course of the game, he’d had perhaps one too many shots, and his head was pleasantly light, and his thoughts were light and pleasant as well. When he was chosen to go into the closet, he got up, albeit a bit shakily, and went in to wait for his partner, as it was being disputed between to people, apparently. He figured he’d wait for them to shove someone in with them before attacking them with kisses.
Honestly, he hadn’t been expecting Dongwoon. Not that he wasn’t okay with it. Dongwoon just reminded him of someone from his past… not hard, really. When you’ve lived for eight hundred years, you’re bound to see a couple dopplegangers here and there. But Dongwoon… he was a dead-ringer for Shiranui. Could have been his twin. So, Yunho decided to do what he’d wanted to do even back in those days, when he still worked as the Gods’ chief advisor.
He kissed him, of course. He smiled as he approached, leaning in as if to kiss him normally, but then ducked his head and pressed a kiss to Dongwoon’s neck. It was warm and comfy there so he kissed there again, making lines with his lips along the other’s jawline as well. Yunho almost wanted to stay in the other man’s warm embrace. And he probably would have, if the other would have let him. Or if they’d had more time in the closet.