#9 with Soonyoung iS THiS oKay
99. “i saved a piece for you.”
warnings: mention of alcohol. ish.
a/n: i did this 4 u ho feel honored😤 nawH jk hope u like it bijjy iLy~ uwu
you woke up to the sound of something banging against wood. you guessed one of the guys fell off the stairs. hope he broke a bone.
you groaned and pressed your face to a pillow.
your head was pounding and your throat was dry. ugh, hangover. you internally cursed all thirteen boys for bringing in alcohol at your movie night last night.
good thing it was a saturday, or else you wouldn’t have much time making all of them suffer.
you rolled over and pressed the heel of your palms over your eyes. you blindly reached around for your phone and clicked it open. wow. it was already 3:42 in the afternoon.
you are seriously going to kill the boys.
you stood up from the bed and went out of the room, eyes squinted as the light was making your head ache more. you made your way to the kitchen, stepping over passed out forms on the floor, but you gladly stepped on mingyu’s stomach on the way.
you entered the kitchen just to see soonyoung eating waffles. he looked up from inhaling his food just to snort when he saw your form. “wow, you look like a goddess,” he clapped.
“no thanks to you thirteen idiots,” you grumbled and filled your glass with water.
“hey, we just wanted to liven up the mood a bit.”
“a bit,” you snorted, “have you seen yourselves?”
“yeah, we’re a masterpiece,” soonyoung laughed, “oh, are you hungry?”
“good, i saved a piece for you. oh, and there’s advil over there,” he pointed towards the end of the table.
you hummed in affirmation and propped your head on your chin, with your elbow resting on the table. you reached for a plate and soonyoung placed a waffle on it, “wait, what do you mean saved? did the others eat already?”
“yeah, they were up earlier, but after they ate they all passed out again. chan is out buying milk though.”
“aw, my poor baby. why didn’t you go out instead of him?” you slapped his arm lightly.
“gee, y/n, your favoritism is flattering,” soonyoung stared at you blankly, taking your plate away.
“no~” you laughed, placing a firm grip on your plate, “i was joking. well, not really, chan is my favorite.”
soonyoung pouted but you kissed him on the cheek, which made his face brighten up.
he put his arm around your shoulder and pecked your lips, “is chan still your favorite now?”
just then, chan barged in the kitchen with a carton of milk, “get over it, hyung, i’ll always be her favorite.”
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