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Baekhyun wakes up to beams of light streaming down his back, the warmth making his skin tingle. There’s an uncomfortable weight on his legs that makes him twist and turn until his eyes start to open, confused and drooping as his thoughts are in a haze.
He can’t help but think he feels unusually light, muscles stretched out and body unwilling to cooperate as his he feels a warm breeze on his arm dangling from the bed. He must’ve left the windows open.
Tumbling out of bed as he hits the floor with a dull thud, murmuring a few curse words as he runs his hand through the red-brown mop of hair on his head haphazardly and looks around.
This isn’t my room. Baekhyun looks down to see his black ripped skinny jeans on, button undone, and the obvious lack of a shirt. “That’s weird.” Baekhyun gets up, careful to not wake up the unconscious body sprawled on the bed. “Could’ve sworn he had his hands down my pants.” He says to himself, locating his crumpled up shirt at the foot of the bed. Maybe he’d put his pants on before passing out. He smirks to himself; looks like he was ready to fuck and ditch even when he was dead drunk.
(He feels oddly proud.)
Once he puts on his shirt and collects his wallet and phone in a hurry, he staggers a bit, leaning on the wall for momentary support. His head feels heavy, and he should’ve expected it, based on the fact that he only remembers flashes of the night before. A dimly lit bar, the rough yet attractive voice of the guitarist playing that night, a hand on his thigh, and the hurried touches on his skin.
All in all, he deems the night a success.
(Aside from the fact that he could barely make it to the kitchen without tripping over furniture at least 3 times.)
There’s a note on the tabletop and a glass of water that Baekhyun doesn’t deem suspicious until he gags and his tongue shrivels in his mouth from the sour taste. A gag reflex. After all these years of practice, who would’ve thought it would return now. Looking down at the glass, and realizing it was, in fact, not water, Baekhyun freezes and as he panics thinking what he’s put in his body.
“Shit, shit, shit fuck –“ He’s about to go spit out the remains of whatever gross crap he’s swallowed when he hears a voice squeak behind him.
“It’s a hangover cure! Calm down!” and the glass is taken from him.
Baekhyun is much more awake now, and he turns around to meet the eyes of a stranger as his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
The stranger looks embarrassed, a hand rubbing his neck, black hair slightly messy and covering his forehead. His ears stick out a bit, their tips reddening and Baekhyun absentmindedly thinks it’s cute. The black ripped jeans he’s wearing is a match of his own, Baekhyun realizes, and wonders exactly how long this guy’s legs are.
“Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be up so early.” The man says, shuffling his feet and offering an apologetic smile. Baekhyuns eyes snap up. “Sehun normally doesn’t wake up till noon.”
Baekhyun belatedly nods, interested the purple hoodie this unusually attractive stranger is wearing, the words ‘sexual fantasies’ written in small faded orange letters. He’s tall, he’s cute, and where was he last night?
Baekhyun shakes his head when he realizes he’s been staring long enough for the silence to get awkward. “Oh right, sorry. Is he your roommate? Sorry, I didn’t know it was for him.” The sour aftertaste still remains in his mouth.
“It tastes like shit, by the way.” That gets a wide smile from the man, and he laughs as he says, “It’s supposed to. Pretty sure your headache should be gone by now.”
There’s a distinct lack of the throbbing headache he’d been having since he woke up, and Baekhyun realizes tall-hot-guy is right. “Fuck, you’re right. Did you come up with it yourself?”
The boy’s shoulders relax and he nods excitedly, “Yeah, I used to go out all the time and wouldn’t be able to write any lyrics for days together, so I just mixed some shit together and now I’ve been hangover free since 2003.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
Baekhyuns eyes widen in shock. “You were drinking in 2003? How old are you?”
“No, it’s just an expression, I - forget I said anything." He scrunches his face in embarrassment. Cute.
"I’m a music major, hence the lyrics." His hands gesture frantically, clearly flustered and carrying energy Baekhyun really doesn't have. "I’m Chanyeol, by the way.”
“Chanyeol.” Baekhyun says out loud. He’s still holding his wallet and phone in his hand, and probably still needs a coffee to get him completely sobered up, but he knows he likes the way the name sounds in his mouth. It suits him, oddly. He wonders how nice it’ll feel saying it underneath him. Control yourself, Byun Baekhyun.
“I’m Baekhyun.” He offers, eyes exploring the giant’s handsome face in front of him, before the buzz of his cellphone distracts him.
“Well, Chanyeol, I’ll be leaving then. Say sorry to your roommate for me, for drinking his hangover cure thing.”
“It wasn’t for him.”
Baekhyun turns around as he’s about to reach the door. “Hm?”
The boy, Chanyeol, repeats, his ears reddening again. “I made the hangover thing for you.”
Baekhyun cocks his head, confused. "I'm sorry, what?"
“It’s just, Sehun doesn’t really get hangovers, and I saw both of you passed out on the couch so I thought you’d need it. I can give you the recipe, if you want.”
Baekhyun narrows his eyebrows. “Passed out on the couch? What do you mean? We fucked on the couch?”
“God, no!” Chanyeol’s hands fly all over the place again. “No, you were both wearing all your clothes, so I just kinda directed you both to his room. Thought you’d be more comfortable there.”
“Wait, so I didn’t have sex, and you moved a random hook-up and your friend to a bedroom? What were you even doing up that late? Why are you telling me this, exactly?”
Chanyeol’s ears are glowing now, and his cheeks are started to look a little red too. “No, I- Sorry, I just wanted to ask you if maybe you’d need- Okay never mind, that sounds dumb as fuck forget it. Sorry, you can go.” He’s staring at the ground, and Baekhyun’s mind shamelessly takes the time to rake his eyes over his body again. He might be confused, but his dick sure wasn’t. Ah fucking hell, Baekhyun I can’t believe you’re actually getting turned on by some nerd rambling.
(A nerd you’d like to climb! Another voice unhelpfully supplies and Baekhyun tries to supress a smile. He can’t deny that he’s interested, but this still feels like a new low.)
“Okay then, Chanyeol." Baekhyun drags his name out. "It was nice meeting you. You’re lucky you’re cute, I would’ve normally left by now.”
Chanyeol flushes and Baekhyun grins wider. He’s starting to like this nerdy giant. Especially when he's so easy to play with.
“Maybe the next time I see you, we’ll actually make it to the bed.”
Chanyeol’s eyes widen and Baekhyun lets out a genuine laugh, free and teasing. There’s a part of him that’s tempted to follow through with the offer then and there, but he leaves anyways, an empty promise left in the air.
As he closes the door and smiles to himself, getting on the elevator, he thinks he really won’t mind bumping into those wide eyes and built shoulders again.