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Hawaiian liquor was bad. Any liquor kind of sucked, but hawaiian liquor really fucking sucked. Admittedly, Wonwoo wasn’t very good with alcohol, but he should be able to handle a couple of shots without throwing up all over a very pretty girl and then having to cling onto Seungcheol all the way back to the hotel and wake up in his friend’s bed. Oh well, shit happened.
The sun was stinging his eyes as he woke up, and he cursed out loud because someone (namely Seungcheol) hadn’t been nice enough to close the blinds before leaving Wonwoo for some girl he had met earlier. He was pretty sure his friend didn’t even know enough English to have a proper conversation with the girl, but he didn’t have the energy to care. Slowly, he sat up in the bed, running a hand through his dark hair as he squinted at the window. He groaned softly as he made his way over to the window, opening it so that the room wouldn’t be as God damn warm. The scent of chlorine mixed with salt water washed over Wonwoo as the wind blew softly, sending slightly cooler air onto his burning skin.
Wonwoo didn’t really know how the hell Jisoo had afforded all of this. He paid for three hotel rooms at a five-star hotel Wonwoo couldn’t even go to in his dreams. The only thing Jisoo didn’t pay for was all the alcohol they drank, then again they had agreed that would probably be the most expensive part of this entire trip. The dark-haired sighed softly, looking out over the beautifully turquoise pool stretching until it almost reached the ocean, seemingly going on and on until it reaches the sea. It was surrounded by white and black reclined chairs, some of them already occupied by people. By the chairs stood small tables, meant for whatever drink you would want to buy from the bar that was conveniently placed right by the pool. The grounds were decorated with palm trees and lamps that lit up when the sun went down, and honestly Wonwoo couldn’t imagine anywhere he would rather be even with a hangover.
The boy laid back down in bed, grabbing his phone from the pants he had somehow taken off and laid on the sheets. 2.35 pm. Not too bad. He groaned once again as he got out of bed, his head aching. Fuck hawaiian liquor. Cursing softly, he made his way to the shower.
Once he had showered and laid in bed for only God knows how long, Wonwoo decided that he could atleast go eat something. He had wasted a lot of the day anyway, and he was sure his friends were way worse than him so they wouldn’t want to do anything other than sleep. He slowly got dressed, not caring at all about the dark circles under his eyes as he grabbed the key card to his own hotel room and made his way down towards the lobby. The soft sound of footsteps and people walking reached him as he walked out of the elevator, soon turning into white noise that he would’ve found enjoyable if his head wasn’t nearly killing him.
Walking past the reception, Wonwoo slowed down slightly. A warm voice caught his attention for some reason, seemingly almost making his headache dulled down for a moment. In front of the white counter stood a tall man, perhaps the same age as Wonwoo. He seemed to be… flirting? with the girl behind the counter. Well, atleast Wonwoo could see why the girl was immediately won over. The man looked like he could kill, tattoos covering his arms and even reaching up to his neck. A vine of what seemed to be flowers inked onto the stranger’s skin reached up to behind the man’s ear, disappearing behind his soft-looking dark brown hair. A slight grin graced the stranger’s features, showing off white gleaming teeth that Wonwoo found himself completely entranced by. The black-haired boy was actually entranced by the way the stranger just stood there, seemingly whispering into the girl’s ear and making her giggle before he was handed his key card.
Wait, what was Wonwoo even doing? He stood in the middle of the lobby, staring right at a gorgeous stranger flirting with someone the dark-haired boy didn’t even know. Before Wonwoo could even move, the man turned around, gaze running down Wonwoo’s body before returning to his face. The black-haired boy was almost certain he saw that same grin on the stranger’s face before the brown-haired man turned around, pulling his bag with him as he walked towards the elevators. Fuck that guy.
Luckily, Wonwoo managed to get to the restaurant in the hotel without any more hot guys interrupting him. This hadn’t really been a problem until mr. gorgeous-tattooed-asshole decided to show up, but Wonwoo decided it would be best to avoid things like that. If he didn’t avoid the stranger, he was sure his heart would end up places he didn’t want it to be. Like in the hands of a person who seemed to be capable of breaking it without even thinking twice. Then again, Wonwoo realized he wouldn’t get completely rid of this guy. The hotel was rather small, and judging by the fact that the same Norwegian woman had checked him out by the pool at least five times, he was sure he’d see this stranger again. Well, shit.
Maybe this wasn’t so bad, though. Wonwoo would get to see a gorgeous guy every day and hopefully without a shirt, and he didn’t have to talk to the guy. That probably wasn’t the stranger’s plan, anyway. Deciding it certainly wasn’t the hot stranger’s plan to talk to him, Wonwoo finished his cup of coffee before returning to his room. Stomaching anything that wasn’t a liquid at that moment seemed downright impossible, so he decided he would rather just steer away from the entire eating path until he was rid of his headache, a sign that the hangover was over. Usually, at least.
No matter how much the hot guy from the reception bothered him and stayed on his mind, Wonwoo knew that he would have to check to see if his friends were still alive from the day before. They were all much smaller than him, especially Jeonghan and Jisoo, so only God knew just how they felt after the amount of shots they had taken the night before. If he was honest, he could not remember just how much they had had to drink. All he was sure of was that there had been no drugs. Probably. There had been occasions where they had been offered more illegal things while out though the only one who really caught onto that was Jeonghan. The guy was hilarious when high though, so Wonwoo forgave him.
After an hour, he had managed to get all of his friends out of their coma that was the morning-after and now he could finally do some things with his day. Or well, he could do whatever his head and mr.hot-guy would allow since he was fairly certain that the man would be hanging around the hotel today. Wonwoo was torn between wanting to see the stranger and wanting to be as far away from him as he could; he knew that guys like that were no good for him, sweet-talking him right into being wrapped around their finger until they simply threw him away for fun. Man, sometimes Wonwoo really hated men. The ones who actually managed to grab his attention were always assholes deluxe, and while he was okay with sleeping with someone like that he always found himself wanting more. For some reason, he knew that if this stranger approached him he wouldn’t be able to say no. There was something about him that was so intense that Wonwoo needed it, needed to feel it under his fingertips, feel the man so close that he could feel the man’s heartbeat. Okay, this guy was definitely getting under his skin and they hadn’t even exchanged one word.
The day passed quickly, blue skies soon turning black and showing faint signs of stars and a bright moon. Wonwoo’s headache had finally worn off completely, and all he wanted to do was to escape the dry, airconditioned cage that was his hotel room. Without really planning much and knowing that his friends would either be asleep all night or go out somewhere again he changed into his bathing shorts and a t-shirt before making his way down to the pool area. The humid air met him as he stepped out of the hotel building, that same scent of chlorine and salt water from that morning hitting him along with the soft sound of music playing at a distant club. This was what he secretly adored; the calm, almost seren atmosphere of a hotel almost entirely asleep. As he gazed around the pool area that was now lit up by the soft lights, he couldn’t see anyone else. Thank God. If he was honest he wasn’t sure he was allowed to still be in the pool at this hour, but he was sure that if they charged as much as they do for the rooms then the pool should at least be open twenty-four hours a day. The dark-haired sat down by the edge of the pool that seemingly reaches into the ocean, letting his legs be submerged in the water up to his mid-shin.
If there was any other place he had ever wanted to be, he had certainly forgotten all about it by now. Closing his eyes, he felt more peaceful than he had in a while, the only sounds being the soft music coming from the club in the distance along with the water of the pool going through the drains, a dull sound of crickets chirping in the background as well. It all mixed together into some sort of music, the kind one would listen to in the middle of winter when sitting in the office to just get away from it all. At least, that was what it sounded like until he heard an unfamiliar yet familiar voice.
“Is this seat taken?” Applauding himself for not jumping at the sound of the stranger’s voice, Wonwoo opened his eyes to look in the direction of the voice. Oh, fuck no. Of course this fucker would come along to ruin his perfect night. Or make it better. If Wonwoo was honest, he had no idea what this guy wanted or if he wanted to find out. He watched as the gorgeous man moved to sit by his side on the edge of the pool, looking just as ready to devour Wonwoo in the dim lights coming from the pool and the lights placed all around the area. He knew he probably seemed stupid with the way he stared at the other, but the tattoo leading up his neck and the teeth looking like they were ready to mark up someone’s neck were too distracting and fuck if Wonwoo didn’t want that someone to be him. Then again, from what he had seen this guy was straight and this was all a way to get friends though Wonwoo wasn’t so sure he looked at potential friends the way this guy was looking at him.
“No,” he managed after a while, of course right after the man had sat down and now the dark-haired was just sounding like an idiot. If Wonwoo didn’t know better he would be thinking that this man had come here simply because he had seen Wonwoo there, but there was nothing even hinting at that being a fact.
“Good, I’m glad I didn’t accidentally sit on someone. I’m Mingyu.” Mingyu. The name echoed in Wonwoo’s head, trying to remember it as well as he could though he knew that he would be hearing that name in his dreams for weeks to come. Who could blame him though? The soft lights illuminated the other perfectly, making him look like anyone’s wet dream with the way his skin had a slight shine from sweat and how his tattoos stretched across his arms and seemingly over his shoulders though Wonwoo couldn’t see that far.
“Wonwoo,” he hummed, trying not to get too caught up in his thoughts since he knew it would do no good; if he thought this guy was that gorgeous then he should at least not seem like an utter idiot when he was talking to him. That would at least increase his miniscule chances of getting to feel the ink on the other’s skin and fuck why was he so into this man’s tattoos? “I’m not going to lie and seem like I don’t know when you got here. Hopefully you like it so far.” What kind of statement was that? Wow Jeon Wonwoo, you sure are good at getting the gorgeous guys to fall for you. He was looking ahead now, feeling that if he watched Mingyu too much the other would think he was a creep with the way he looked at his arms and the tattoo on his neck and his gorgeous face.
“I sure am enjoying it so far. The view is very… pleasant.” Wonwoo could practically feel the dark eyes on him as the low voice spoke those words, hating that he liked the words so much and that they were seemingly directed towards him. If they weren’t so incredibly close he would have probably turned and raised an eyebrow at the other, but he could feel the heat radiating off Mingyu’s arm as he sat so closely and he could swear he could smell a hint of cigarette smoke coming from the other. He dared to turn his head just slightly only to find Mingyu watching him, dark eyes expectant and intent as they looked at Wonwoo. “It is,” Wonwoo hummed, gaze flickering between the man by his side and the pool. He was more nervous than he had been in a while, feeling like a teenage girl sitting by her long-time crush except he was no teenage girl and he didn’t even know this guy yet it felt like the other could see everything, like he knew everything and what he didn’t know about Wonwoo he would be sure to find out. Like how to break the dark-haired down until all he knew was how to moan Mingyu’s name. If Wonwoo were to be honest, he would not be opposed to that at all.