his fingers hover over the display, distracted as his eyes shift over to the open door of the bedroom. the distant sound of the shower is gone, and if he strains his ears he can hear the bathroom door sliding open. minhae finishes the order, a little dissatisfied with the pinging message that tells him his food won’t be up for another fifteen minutes, but room service is still better than going down to a buffet. he’s not even dressed yet, intent to lounge in his silk robe as long as he can.
standing up, he heads to the bedroom, peaking in to see that yang’s already half dressed, slipping his shirt over his head.
minhae grins, walking over as quietly as he can, before he grabs yang’s waist, leaning in to whisper by his ear. but before he’s even said good morning, minhae’s thrown onto the bed, yang sitting on his torso, hand raised in a fist. his expression shifts from one of cold hard anger to confusion, blinking down at minhae.
had he really forgotten what had happened last night? ah, it makes sense. he wasn’t there to say hello when he woke up. poor little junyang.
minhae runs his hands over yang’s thighs, raising his brow, lips quirked in a smile. “if you wanted another round you could have just asked.”
yang pales considerably, freezing. his voice is a tiny whisper. “what.”
his hands inch upwards, bringing up yang’s shirt with them before they’re firmly on his chest. he pushes yang off in one movement, standing up to dust himself off. minhae turns his back so he can retie his robe - yang sitting on it had messed up the pretty folds along the front.
“wait did we- we had-”
minhae snickers, dusting himself off. “i was joking. you were drunk yesterday and i had to carry your wailing baby ass out of the bar. you’re a really clingy, drunk, did you know that?”
he looks over his shoulder to yang, grinning at the sight of the younger boy blushing to his ears, looking both angry and embarrassed in one expression. “talkative too.”
“what the hell does that mean?”
minhae shrugs, heading out of the room. he stops by the door and turns on his heel, “ah, i ordered breakfast, so come out soon, alright? we can eat together and talk about all the things you said last night.”
and with that he exits, leaving poor hungover yang to sit by himself in confusion about what had just happened.