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“what’s this hangover relief drink, taeyong? have you been drinking?” yuta asked as he entered the room with taeyong quite welcoming him with his tiny hands waving and his eyes on his phone. lately, he’s into pubg, whenever he has time he makes sure he makes a chicken dinner. 2 empty hangover relief bottles were at the round table just in front of the sofa where taeyong is seated, so yuta can’t help but ask.
“oh? you’re here? doyoung took that. he went out with the company seniors for dinner and called some shots after.” taeyong answered, his eyes fixed on his phone screen like some chewed on gum.
“drinks? doyoung?” yuta asked again.
doyoung is not a person who can’t drink, he’s usually the one who drinks less since he takes care of the younger ones and even taeyong. since he will be the youngest in the group, seniors would pour him drinks and obedient as doyoung, he will probably drink what’s given to him.
“yeah. he probably would be fine. he’s quite close with those seniors anyways.” taeyong reassured yuta. the former knows that yuta is a light sleeper. if doyoung comes home late at night, he might wake up and have some troubles going back to sleep.
“you can sleep in my room tonight. i’ll sleep with doyoung just in case he comes home drunk.” taeyong suggested.
“nah. we have separate beds anyways. i think i’ll be fine. i’ll be working out tonight so i will be exhausted anyways.” yuta rebutted.
honestly, yuta feels more comfortable sleeping at the other side of the room. they might have developed breathing in perfect sync by now. their conversations about random things under the sun or how the day went are usually the ones that make them fall into a deep slumber.
the night deepened with just yuta spending his lone time in their room. looking into the series he fell behind on. he heard a knock at the other side of the door.
“yuta can i come in?” taeyong asked, voice sounded as if he wanted to fall asleep but he can’t at some point.
“yeah, come in.” yuta answered, wondering about the late knock on his bedroom door.
“i’ll just borrow doyoung’s doll. mine’s still in the dry laundry.” taeyong announced.
“he won’t be able to sleep if that’s not by his side, though?” he told taeyong but the latter is already hugging the doll escorting it out of the room.
“he will be too drunk to realize. you should sleep, the schedule is early tomorrow.” taeyong clicked the light switch down for yuta to prepare a good night's sleep.
a loud thud woke yuta when doyoung came into the room and knocked the speakers that yuta bought recently.
“sssh… my yuta’s soundly sleeping…” he reeked barbeque smoke, homemade seasoning, soju and beer mixed together. he did not switched the main light up, still subconsciously concerned to not wake his roommate. he reached for the lamp for dim lighting which also led to some ornaments to be pulled by gravity. yuta’s soul definitely went back to his physical body.
he sat up to take a good look at his roommate. he also wanted to control the damages that might happen as doyoung is finding his way to the bed that he dearly loved.
“how many bottles of soju did you chug to end up like that?” yuta jokingly asked as doyoung finally laid his back on his 6-inch thick bed covered in sheets that smelled febreze winter spruce.
“i… will not tell you. don’t… drink, you’ll fall sick the next day.” doyoung answered with hiccups making him pause unnecessarily in between his sentences.
yuta thinks that the adorable little hiccups are the nitrous oxide that makes him laugh. doyoung face yuta with his right arm supporting him.
“hey, don’t look down on me. i can.. have another.. come on.” doyoung challenged yuta who stood up to lightly push him to go back to laying down.
“go to sleep. it’s almost 3am, i have to wake you up later to make it to our group schedule.”
“you’re just afraid of me. hehe”
his little laugh in the end made yuta flick doyoung’s forehead lightly. the younger put both of his palms on his forehead. his over the top reactions made him more funny and endearingly cute. his slightly flushed red cheeks, thin pouty lips and eyes almost disappearing because of his heavy eyelids, doyoung is far from the responsible and dependable friend that yuta always had.
he laid on his back again and yuta sat down on his own bed, hugged his pillow, he looked at doyoung as he spoke with his lips still pouty.
“yuta, you.. clueless punk!” doyoung growled softly but still enough for yuta to hear.
“ya.. do i look like a joke to you? why do you have notes of my.. favorite burger? my coffee order? why? why? WHY!?” he added. to be completely honest, yuta cannot explain how and when the little things about doyoung became an anthem that he slowly kept in mind of. he just loved it when doyoung would say,
“oh? you remembered.”
“wow… you actually know i like that?”
“as expected, my ace!”
he did not just memorize it, he did it as if doyoung is an inseparable part of his lifestyle.
“it still hurts me that… you liked.. hyuck’s kimchi fried rice.. i only cook that because… you seem to love it..”
doyoung’s hiccups were in sync as to how yuta’s heart skipped beats every once in a while. guess he should thank kimchi fried rice endlessly for being the easiest topic to pop in every single time. but, guess the younger’s been sulking that whole time and it’s kinda’ cute.
yuta did not answer as he wanted his roommate to rest, he’s done a lot in just a day. he had to do a lot for their team so, he wanted to at least give him a peaceful(?) sleep.
“where’s my hug doll? taeyong, that doll thief.” doyoung tried to stand up but yuta stopped him by hugging him and laying him back to bed, still not letting go of his whole body grip to the younger.
“i’ll be your hug doll tonight, not something that taeyong can steal when you’re away.” he said as he lightly pushed doyoung’s head to his neck. he closed his eyes when blows of warm air started to tinge his skin.
“i’ll choose your kimchi fried rice anytime, i just want to tease you and get your attention.”
doyoung lifted his chin to look at his personal hug doll. he pulled the older closer enough for their lips to touch. no one moved, yuta can taste the essence of ethanol from doyoung’s mouth, when it reaches him it becomes sweet, none of them dared lock their lips into a kiss. they just let their lips touch with both their eyes closed. yuta moved his face a bit higher to reach doyoung’s cheeks. he left a kiss there and moved to his eyes, doyoung tightened his hold on yuta’s body.
“don’t remind me… this happened.. my body will surely recall.. but my mind is a mess.. don’t–” doyoung was cut off when yuta pushed his head back to the older’s neck.
“from now on, this is how it would feel like. this warmth, your feet in between mine. just this and nothing else. talk about your day, your favorites, anything. let’s waste more time with us like this.” nothing else made yuta happier than he is other than that moment with doyoung – that one person in the world he enjoys warming upon.
“this, from now on, it’s this. my favorite.” doyoung snuggled closer and both fell into deep slumber.