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“my boyfriend is the cutest.”
“no. my boyfriend is the cutest! do you see those eyes? they sparkle, junhui!”
wonwoo laughs at the scene in front of him. two drunk boys sitting crossed leg on the carpeted floor, arguing on who has the cutest boyfriend between them.
the couch dips as jisoo takes the seat beside him, handling him another can of coke zero. “what are they on about now?”
“who’s boyfriend is the cutest.” he answers, before taking a sip from the drink. jisoo snorts, eyes trained on his boyfriend.
“jisoo-ya.” seokmin slurs. “come here and show your pretty sparkling eyes to junhui here.”
“what?! i don’t want to look into his eyes. i only want to look at wonwoo’s.” junhui counters.
“well how do we know who’s the cutest?”
“its not only about the eyes, seokmin-ah.”
“well? what else?”
“wonwoo is literally a cat. and you know what’s super cute? cats.”
“are you saying that deers aren’t cute?”
“huh, what? no—“
“okayyy…” jisoo stands up, gathering the attention of the two boys, looking up at him. “come on, seokmin. let’s go home.”
and just like that, seokmin is scrambling to stand up. almost tripping over if jisoo wasn’t fast enough to catch the boy. seokmin was quick to wrap his arms around jisoo, a lazy smile and his hazy eyes plastered on his face. “your’s or mine?” seokmin asks.
jisoo stares at his boyfriend’s face, eyes roaming all over it with full adoration. “anywhere you want, baby.” he answers, before pecking seokmin’s lips, earning a giggle from the younger.
wonwoo clears his throat, snapping the lovers from their own little world. “we’ll get going now.” jisoo declares, moving to better assist seokmin in walking.
wonwoo checks on junhui, who is now lying on the floor, and when he thinks that its safe, he assisted jisoo and seokmin to the door. jisoo squats down to carry seokmin on his back. “congratulations again on surviving your finals week, man.” jisoo says.
wonwoo nods. “yeah, to seokmin, too.”
“thanks.” jisoo answered before going to the apartment two doors from them. wonwoo watched to make sure that they get in safely.
somehow when seokmin’s drunk, he forgets things, like jisoo and him moved in together already two years ago, and jisoo just indulges his boyfriend. because even if jisoo doesn’t admit it, he can’t say no to anything seokmin related, even if it meant that the apartment would burn down into crisp, but that’s a story for another day.
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wonwoo walks slowly into the living room, the fact that junhui wasn’t lying on the ground anymore and is nowhere to be found on the living room doesn’t surprise him. wonwoo already knows where junhui is.
a ping comes from his phone as he trudges towards their bedroom, he stops to check on the notification. seokmin just posted a story of junhui and him on instagram, and wonwoo isn’t sure why he’s tagged when he isn’t on the picture, but he re-stories it anyway—placing a cat whiskers sticker on his lover’s face.
he puts his phone on his pocket right after and continued to walk inside their bedroom. the only light that guides wonwoo as clue to where junhui is is the light peeking out through their bathroom. he sees junhui’s reflection on the mirror first before he sees the real junhui sitting on top of the closed toilet seat, holding the toothbrush placed in his mouth and fighting the sleepiness to not fall face flat on the bathroom floor.
wonwoo chuckles at the sight, getting his phone out to snap a picture. the flash went off and it made a snapping sound, and while a sober junhui would be mildly irritated by it—and wonwoo would just smile at that while junhui would ask him to delete it because “i wasn’t ready!” but wonwoo would say that “you look beautiful anyway and its for my eyes only.” and keep it—drunk junhui just looks up at wonwoo and opens his arms. inviting his lover for an embrace.
wonwoo walks towards him, leaving his cellphone by the sink. he knelt in front of junhui for the embrace. “hello.” wonwoo whispers. “congrats on surviving the finals week.” he added, placing his chin on junhui’s shoulder as he caresses the boys’s nape.
junhui hums, taking the toothbrush off his mouth as he answers. “you, too, baby.” it was a bit incoherent, but wonwoo understood.
they broke the embrace. wonwoo stands up to guide junhui to the sink, for the boy to spit the suds and rinse his mouth after. junhui stares at wonwoo, smiling stupidly, and wonwoo just stares back, equally fond. junhui leans in for a peck. one. two. three. until they’re a giggling mess while leaving kisses on each other’s faces.
junhui stops abruptly. “wonwoo?”
he hums, tucking junhui’s hair behind the boy’s ear, and wonwoo thought if whether junhui should get a haircut. he looks beauftiful either way.
“i think i’m gonna throw up.”
wonwoo was quick to panic, worry plastered all over his face, not because junhui will throw up, but because he does not want to clean up the bathroom floor, and junhui just laughs at wonwoo’s expression.
wonwoo did his best to hurriedly guide junhui to the toilet bowl, both of them kneeling. junhui’s arms are leaning against the bowl, while wonwoo’s behind him, stroking his back.
“honey, i don’t think i can puke, but i really need to.”
wonwoo sighs. “what do you want me to do?”
“i don’t know, man.” junhui leans back at him, and wonwoo can only grunt at his lover, not that he’s irritated, but he kinda is. because throwing up before sleeping helps junhui in the morning, it prevents him from getting a bad hangover—a trait which wonwoo envies, because if wonwoo drinks until he throws up, he’s getting the worst headache in the morning after.
“honey.” junhui tries again. “i really need to throw up.”
the mild irritation dissipates instantly. “you just called me ‘man’ earlier, dude.” wonwoo giggles, and he feels junhui’s body relax, probably close to succumbing to sleep. “okay, you need to sit up.” wonwoo maneuvers junhui to sit up, head leveled up to the toilet’s opening.
he contemplates for a bit, but quickly decides that a hungover junhui with a ver bad headache is not how he plans on starting his saturday morning tomorrow. he sighs, its not like he hasn’t done this before. he has, the only difference is that he’s doing this to make his boyfriend throw up.
he clicks his tongue, shifting his position so he’s hovering over junhui, with his left hand holding his lover’s chin. “open up, baby.” junhui complies, almost instantly—as if its reflex when wonwoo says those words—mouth wide. wonwoo licks his lips, before inserting two of his fingers in junhui’s waiting mouth, pressing at the back of the boy’s throat until junhui gagged.
“just a little more.” wonwoo shouldn’t be finding this attractive, but junhui’s dazed eyes, mouth wide open, accommodating his fingers, and the drool forming on the corner of the boy’s mouth makes it hard for wonwoo to concentrate.
wonwoo licks his lips, gaze locked on his boy’s mouth.
he comes back to from his reverie the next second, junhui is hunched back on the toilet hurling his guts out, and some remains are on wonwoo’s fingers.
ew.
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“marry me.”
wonwoo lays junhui on the bed carefully. he places a kiss on the latter’s forehead. “of course i’ll marry you.”
“in ten years?”
“in ten years.”
its a junhui thing. they fought about it the first time it happened. junhui couldn’t remember that he asked wonwoo to marry him, but of course, wonwoo remembers since he barely gets drunk up to the point of forgetting everything when tomorrow comes.
its a sober thought . junhui reasoned out. and they were only a year into their relationship. but of course i want to marry you in the future, wonwoo-yah . junhui added. the counting of years came the second time junhui was drunk. he has plan . wonwoo thought, when in the next year he realized that junhui was counting. thirteen. twelve. eleven . and now, they’re down to ten.
wonwoo made sure that junhui is already tucked in before he went to his side of the bed. he gets his phone. editing the picture he took of junhui earlier to make it look like it was taken from a film camera.
he opens his intagram. new post. he put cat whiskers sticker on his lover’s face.
jwons in ten years. happy anniversary to the love of my life, wen junhui. @wenjs
the caption reads. he waits for the time to read 00:00 before he hit share. he sighs contentedly. putting his phone down on the bed side table before closing the lamp, while the one junhui’s side stayed open. they like it that way. he shifts to scoop junhui in his arms. habitually, junhui moves to get comfty, and immediately, wonwoo’s calm and sleepy in his lover’s embrace.
“happy anniversary, honey. i love you, dearly.”wonwoo hears junhui whisper to him, the words making him smile and lulling him to a dreamless sleep at the same time.