~WayV reaction to someone Walking in on you while you‘re making out~
Warning: alcohol, make out, fluff
He’s sitting at his desk with his laptop when you come out of the bathroom, drying your hair with a towel. You’re wearing a pair of shorts and one of his T-shirts.
“Didn’t you just say you were done?” you ask him in surprise when you see him working.
“I am,” he says curtly over his shoulder.
“Sure doesn’t look like it,” you say with an amused smile, tossing the towel onto the bed.
“Just five more minutes, okay?” he asks with a smile on his lips.
You roll your eyes and place your hands on the back of his chair.
He protests loudly as you turn him toward you, raising an eyebrow.
“Be a good boyfriend and take care of me? I agree,” you interrupt, leaning in to kiss him.
“Just five minutes,” he tries again, but you kiss him once more and sit down on his lap.
He sighs and shakes his head lightly.
“Ah, shit,” he curses, finally returning your kiss. He pulls you closer by your back and slips his fingers under your T-shirt.
You smile triumphantly as he starts kissing your neck and you grind your hips against his.
“Kunge, we were supposed to—OH!” you hear Yangyang’s voice and both turn your heads.
He’s standing in the doorway, grimacing in disgust.
“That’s gross,” he says, turning his gaze away.
Kun raises an eyebrow and pulls his hands away from you.
Yangyang nods and quickly retreats toward the door.
“Sorry!” he calls back before closing it.
Kun sighs and leans his forehead against your chest.
You just laugh and run your fingers through his hair.
“You’ll never live this down,” you say.
He laughs painfully and nods.
“Babe?” he calls out questioningly as he comes home from training. He drops his bag in the hallway and heads to his room, where you’re waiting for him.
You had texted him that you’d be waiting in the dorm, and yet he’s even happier to see you in person.
You’re lying in his bed, having fallen asleep. He tilts his head slightly and watches you dreamily as he quietly closes the door.
The sound makes you open your eyes, blinking quickly. He pulls a face and looks at you apologetically.
You smile sleepily and rub your eyes.
“Hey,” you mumble, still half asleep.
He beams as he comes over to the bed and lays down on top of you.
“What made you so tired?” he asks amusedly.
You chuckle softly and shrug.
“I had to wait a long time… so I fell asleep.”
“Good thing I’m here now,” he says with a grin, leaning down to kiss you gently.
“Mmh,” you murmur into the kiss, smiling, and tug him closer by his hoodie.
He lifts himself up a little so you can pull his hoodie off. He grins before kissing you again and gently running his fingers along your cheek.
You let out a soft moan but suddenly turn your head, your eyes growing wide.
“Excuse me?!” Ten asks in disbelief, staring at you angrily.
“No, Lucas!” you repeat, nodding toward the doorway.
Lucas is standing there, one hand on the door handle, staring at you both with wide eyes.
“Get out!” Ten snaps, clearly annoyed as Lucas starts laughing.
“Sorry, but Kun’s cooking and he wants you in the kitchen to help. Should I tell him you’re busy?”
Ten rolls his eyes and groans in frustration.
“I’ll be right there. Now leave!” he barks at Lucas, who grins and closes the door behind him.
“It’s okay, I’m sleeping here tonight anyway.”
“You bet you are,” Ten says, giving you a quick kiss before reaching for his hoodie again.
“Winner!” he shouts excitedly, throwing his arms into the air as you lower the Wii controller in frustration.
It’s the third round of bowling, and he’s completely crushed you again. You plant your hands on your hips and blow a strand of hair out of your face.
“This can’t be real. How can you be so good at Wii but so terrible at real bowling?” you ask, utterly baffled.
He just shrugs and flashes a wide grin.
You give him a shove and shoot him a warning look.
“Want a rematch? Like a final round?” he challenges, his voice playful.
“Sure, but if I win, you’re paying for dinner tonight.”
“Deal. But if I win again—” he says, puckering his lips into a kissy face,
“You don’t have to win for that.”
“But it feels way better if I do,” he says with a wink.
You laugh briefly but nod as he restarts the game.
You give it your all, but once again, he dominates, throwing strike after strike.
When the final whistle sounds, announcing the end, you grit your teeth and let your shoulders slump.
“Victory,” he whispers with a devilish smirk.
You turn your head and fix him with a scolding look.
“Hmm, maybe. But I’m still getting my reward,” he says smugly, tapping his lips.
You chuckle and rise up on your toes to give him a kiss.
He lets out a low laugh and cups the back of your neck, pulling you even closer.
“We only agreed on one,” you mumble against his lips, though your arms find their way around his neck anyway.
He doesn’t answer — instead, he deepens the kiss, pressing you back against the wall and bracing one hand above your head.
He nibbles playfully at your lower lip and toys with the hem of your T-shirt — just as the front door slams shut.
“Come on, not in the living room,” Kun’s loud voice echoes through the room, making you both jump apart.
“You have a room… seriously,” Kun mutters, disgusted, giving a dramatic shake of his head.
You burst out laughing, and Lucas joins you.
“Actually, that’s a great idea,” he says proudly, crouching down and slinging you over his shoulder, carrying you off to his room.
“Are you okay?” Winwin asks as you flinch again and clutch onto his shirt.
You’re sitting next to each other on the couch, watching a movie. He picked it out, and of course, he chose a horror film — something he had to seriously persuade you to agree to.
“Yeah, it was just really loud,” you say quickly, swallowing hard.
He strokes your arm gently and chuckles.
“You’re already halfway through it.”
“That was only halfway?” you ask, alarmed, immediately biting your lip afterward.
You hear Winwin chuckle softly.
You shake your head and glance at him.
“You think I can’t make it through?”
“I do… but I’m afraid you’re gonna rip my shirt,” he says dryly, nodding toward your hand still gripping him tightly.
You loosen your grip and clear your throat.
“You know horror movies aren’t really my thing.”
“It’s all good. I’ll protect you,” he says with a wide grin.
You laugh briefly and look at him in disbelief.
“Oh, you’re gonna protect me?”
He nods and kisses you on the cheek.
You smile and gently stroke his cheek.
“My hero,” you say dramatically and kiss him on the lips.
He kisses you back, and you toss aside the blanket draped over your legs.
“I thought we were watching the movie?” he asks suspiciously as you push him down onto the couch and climb on top of him.
“We’re still listening — that’s enough,” you shrug and kiss him passionately.
He chuckles, running his fingers through your hair as your hands roam across his chest.
Suddenly, someone grabs your legs and shoves them aside.
You both jolt in surprise and turn around.
Hendery has plopped down on the couch with a bag of chips, eyes glued to the TV. When he notices your stares, he just shrugs.
“I’ve always wanted to watch this one,” he says, nodding toward the screen.
Winwin takes a deep breath while you glare daggers at Hendery.
You both sit back up, and Winwin runs a frustrated hand through his hair while you reach into Hendery’s bag of chips and sulkily watch the rest of the movie.
He had just woken up when he walked into the kitchen and saw you by the fridge.
Music was playing on the radio, turned up loud, and you were swaying your hips lightly to the beat.
He let out a big yawn and stopped in his tracks, watching you move your body to the rhythm and drum your fingertips against the fridge door.
A small grin played on his lips as he tilted his head, clearly amused. You didn’t seem to notice him at all — not even when you started singing along and using the milk carton as a microphone.
It wasn’t until you spun around playfully and caught sight of him standing in the doorway that you froze, nearly dropping the milk.
“Oh my God, how long have you been standing there?” you asked, startled, before laughing.
“Long enough to catch your performance,” he said with a wide grin, stepping closer to you.
“Good morning,” you murmured, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
“I was just about to grab something to eat. Are you hungry too?” you asked as you both stood peering into the fridge.
Xiaojun thought for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and glanced down at you.
“I wouldn’t mind an encore of what I just saw,” he teased.
You scoffed and nudged him in the side.
“Yeah, keep dreaming,” you said, pushing him aside to head toward the table.
But he caught you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.
“And what if I ask really nicely?” he mumbled into your ear, pressing a kiss to the skin just below it.
“Still no,” you said with a grin, though it was getting harder to resist him.
He smiled against you, running his hands lightly over your stomach.
“You’d really make me happy,” he said.
You turned around in his arms and gave him a challenging look.
He started humming along with the music, imitating the moves you had been making earlier.
You laughed and pulled him close.
“Stop it,” you said quickly and kissed him passionately.
He kissed you back, his hands resting firmly on your waist.
You squealed when he suddenly lifted you up and set you down on the kitchen table.
You wrapped your legs around his hips as he toyed with the buttons of your nightshirt.
Suddenly, you both heard the fridge door click shut.
You turned your heads sharply.
Winwin was standing by the fridge, holding a bottle of juice, and sighed tiredly.
“I’m just gonna leave and pretend you’re not about to hook up on the table we eat at,” he said dryly before walking out of the kitchen.
You looked down at the table beneath you, and Xiaojun cleared his throat.
“Yeah… might actually be a little gross,” he admitted.
“A little,” you agreed, sliding off the table.
“Come on, let’s eat,” you said, kissing him on the cheek.
You’re standing under the shower, rinsing the shampoo out of your hair when a cold draft hits you.
“Hello?” you call out, surprised, wiping the shampoo from your eyes to see better.
“Boo,” says Hendery, who just closed the bathroom door behind him, grinning at you.
“You’re already back?” you ask, surprised, before continuing with your shower.
“Yeah, I annoyed Taeyong long enough until he finally let me go.”
“So basically he kicked you out?”
“Something like that. But I brought you donuts — they’re in the fridge.”
“I hope you labeled them properly, otherwise Lucas will steal them,” you say.
“I wrote your name on them in huge letters,” he says proudly.
His voice suddenly sounds a lot closer, and you turn around, startled.
“What was that?” you ask, amused, as you see him now standing behind you in the shower, his clothes scattered across the bathroom floor.
“I smell like the studio and toxic street fumes,” he says, wrinkling his nose.
“That it would be much better for the environment if we saved water and showered together. I really care about the planet,” he says innocently.
“Sure you do,” you grin and step aside so the stream of water hits him directly in the face.
He runs his hands through his now wet hair and gives you a once-over as you hand him the shampoo.
“Are you sure you’re here just to get clean?” you ask teasingly.
“I’m good at multitasking. Are you?”
You snort as he takes the shampoo from your hand and kisses you.
“I am — but mostly you’re an idiot,” you say, smiling.
“Yeah, that’s very true,” he agrees with a grin before wrapping his arms around you and kissing you again, more tenderly this time.
You move with him as he presses you back under the water, until your back hits the cold tiles.
The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate and urgent. You tug lightly at his hair, and he digs his fingers into the skin of your thighs.
It’s Ten’s voice that breaks the moment.
“Don’t mind me,” he says casually as he steps into the bathroom, nudging Hendery’s pants out of the way with his foot.
“Hendery, you know where the cleaning supplies are. Once you’re done, you’re scrubbing the shower,” he adds, opening the cabinet and grabbing his deodorant.
“Have fun,” he says before slamming the door shut behind him.
You and Hendery stare at the door in shock before looking at each other and bursting into loud laughter.
Hendery brushes a wet strand of hair out of your face and shrugs.
“Pssht!” he hisses at you, giggling, while you both struggle to take off your shoes in the hallway.
You had gone out with Johnny and Jaehyun and definitely had a few too many glasses of soju, leaving your balance and coordination less than ideal.
You cling to Yangyang for support while you kick off your shoes, barely managing to stifle your laughter.
His face is already flushed red from trying to hold himself together.
He grabs your hand and tiptoes quietly with you toward his room. It’s dark as you close the door behind you — and the moment it’s shut, you both burst out laughing.
“We should’ve eaten more,” you giggle softly.
“And drunk less,” he adds, his voice a low whisper as you lean against him to keep from toppling over.
“My legs feel like pudding,” you giggle again, clinging to his shoulder for balance.
“I’ll carry you,” he suggests, already starting to crouch down before you stop him.
“No, don’t — we’ll just fall over,” you laugh, patting his shoulder.
“Okay, but we have to get to the bed somehow, or I’m gonna pass out right here,” he says, determined.
“Although… you could just be my mattress,” you add with a grin and kiss him lightly.
“Interesting offer,” he says before kissing you again.
You can taste the soju on his lips, and you’re definitely still tipsy enough not to care how loud you are.
He fumbles around behind him until he finds his mattress and falls onto it, pulling you down with him.
You giggle excitedly as he kisses you eagerly, tugging your T-shirt over your head.
You help him, reaching for his belt while he yanks off his hoodie.
A loud sigh stops you both mid-movement.
“Guys… please don’t,” comes a tired voice.
You both frown, and you lean back a little to look up at the bed above Yangyang’s.
Xiaojun is lying there, head turned toward you, giving you the most pleading look.
“Sorry,” Yangyang says quickly, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Totally forgot he was there,” he admits quietly, chuckling under his breath.
You can’t help but giggle too as Xiaojun flops back over with a groan.
“I heard that,” he mutters.
