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Waking up with an elbow painfully digging in his side, and snores loud enough to raise the dead was not how Jisung expected his morning to go.
Painfully peeling his eyes open and blinking a couple times, he frowned as he stared at the plain white ceiling above him.
When his dried up contacts finally focused, he felt disoriented.
Where did all of his glow in the dark stars go? He couldn’t remember taking them down…
Then it suddenly hit him.
That’s not my room.
The distant honk of a car outside seemed to wake up the lingering neurons in his brain, which in return reminded him of his poor life choices the night before.
He was suddenly hit full force by his hangover, a wave of nausea rolling over his entire body before settling down like a rock in the pit of his stomach. His head was throbbing, staccato beats bouncing around his skull and giving him the feeling his eyes were about to pop out of their socket at any moment.
Turning his head slowly to the side with a wince, he looked toward the only window of the room, and noticed the sun shyly coming through the curtains.
It was early.
Way too early for a Sunday morning with a raging hangover.
Barely managing to hold in a groan, he sat up, joints protesting his every movement. He felt like a 90 year-old man with severe arthritis the way his whole body refused to cooperate.
The pale blue sheet cascaded down his chest and pooled on his lap as he pressed his cold hand against his eyes, grateful this once for his poor circulation.
Oh. He was naked.
The cool touch grounded him for a moment, allowing him to think properly. He took a few deep breaths, focusing and reorganizing his thoughts.
He’d been at a party last night with Felix and Hyunjin.
They were celebrating the end of the semester and had a couple drinks while having fun on the dance floor. Felix had been waiting for Changbin, his boyfriend, to join them.
So far, so good he remembered that part.
Then this guy came along.
To his tipsy mind he seemed alright. Tall, with warm hands that hugged the shape of his hips nicely as he pressed in close, swaying along to the music.
Jisung has a clear mental image of Hyunjin wiggling his eyebrows at him, smirking like the little shit he was behind the tiny umbrella of his fruity drink.
One dance had turned into four while they exchanged a few meaningless words over the loud bass of the club. By then the guy was shamelessly grinding against him, lips traveling along his jaw and neck.
If he was honest, Jisung hadn’t gone out expecting to get laid. He’d just wanted to have fun with his friends and let the accumulated stress from the past few weeks out on the dancefloor.
Finals had been brutal, absolutely draining on his already fragile mental state, and he needed that pressure off.
Daehyun, his brain feebly supplied, wasn’t the type he’d normally go for in any other circumstances. But he’d been in a great mood that night from the alcohol swimming in his system, so when the taller man suggested taking this up to his place, he told himself why not and agreed.
His smile had been nice under the strobe lights of the club.
The sex however…
Had been…
How could he put this nicely….
Adequate?
It hadn’t been bad per say, but he wouldn’t put it in his top three best one night stands either.
If he could leave a review, he’d give him a 3.5 out of 10. Not disastrous, but not recommended.
Would not do it again.
Listen, he was all in for making noise, having been told he could get pretty loud himself, but there was just so much Jisung could hear before it turned grotesque.
The poor man sounded like a bad porno from the 80s, and it took all his self control at one point to just not giggle in his face. The alcohol didn’t help one bit when his brain, the treacherous thing it was, supplied him with the image of Daehyun with a pornstache.
And let’s not even get into his dirty talk…
Urgh.
A full on body shiver rolled over his body at the thought.
Removing his hand from over his eyes, he looked over at said man sprawled out on the other side of the double bed, dead to the world.
The strobes of the club really were to his advantage, Jisung decided.
Seeing him now in natural light, a drool stain at the corner of his mouth as he kept on snoring away, Jisung couldn’t get himself to feel anything.
Usually, and his friends would always fondly make fun of him for it, he’d end up with a little crush on his one night stands.
He just couldn’t help himself, some of them were really caring and hot, and in his little squirrel brain he’d hoped that those could develop into something more.
They never did.
Even after leaving his number to some of them and meeting up for fun a few times, the connection never went further than physical.
Which was totally fine.
He wasn’t desperately looking anyway.
Third wheeling and cockblocking Changlix minimally twice a week was totally what he wanted to do.
Still, growing up with his mother’s obsession for the Hallmark channel, Jisung was convinced that everything happened for a reason and he would find THE right guy when it was the time.
Maybe he just needed to rent a car and have it break down on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere at this point…
A loud snore and some shuffling pulled him back from his thoughts, making him freeze up.
He really didn’t want to have an awkward conversation with the guy. What if he asked to meet up again?
Not happening.
He couldn’t handle anymore grunting and panting in his ear, he filled up his quota for life. Jisung will now be haunted by those sounds forever, and if he wasn’t already in therapy he’d dramatically say he would need some now.
Maybe he should mention it to his therapist next week.
She’d definitely get a kick out of it.
Waiting a few seconds to make sure the other wasn’t waking up, he relaxed when he saw Daehyun simply moving onto his side with incoherent mumbles.
It was definitely time to bounce.
Fuelled by that thought, he carefully untangled himself from the sheet, eyes trained like a hawk on the rise and fall of the man’s chest.
Once his feet finally hit the floor, he raised up slowly, mindful of his hangover state as he took in his surroundings and looked around for his stuff.
There was a desk against the opposite wall, a mountain of papers and dirty plates stacked up on it precariously.
Ew, gross.
Jisung was known to be messy, his roommate Felix could most definitely attest to that, but he wasn’t dirty. It bothered him greatly to see the dishes with remaining bits of food on them just chilling in the room.
With a shiver, he moved his eyes away from the desk, letting them trail over the walls covered with various posters of basketball and baseball players.
Oh yeah, that definitely would never have worked out.
If there’s one thing the blonde despised in life it had to be sports. Especially team sports.
He hated playing, having bad memories of always being picked last in P.E. class as a kid.
Watching was almost as bad to him, he truly didn’t understand the appeal of looking at other people sweating and running for hours on end after a ball or whatever.
The only marathon he was gonna do was on his couch, binge watching Prehistoric Planet’s new season.
Potentially the Lord of the Rings extended version if he felt like a true champion.
Glancing with disdain once more at the posters, Jisung stretched his arms out to keep his balance as he took a tentative step forward. He slowly made it to what he assumed was his pile of discarded clothes, managing to bend down and grab his boxers on the second try. He winced as he straightened up, his sore ass reminded him of his sins.
He silently thanked his past self for at least having the decency to clean himself up before going to sleep, making one thing in his life slightly easier this morning. He definitely didn’t have the capacity to deal with dried cum and body fluids on himself right now, he just wanted to leave this place.
Maybe if he begged Felix, he would make him a home-cooked meal to cure his hangover.
Felix would take pity on him he was sure. Especially if he brought the gossip of how his night went, it was a deal he was sure the blond couldn’t resist.
His stomach seemed torn between rolling in disgust and grumbling in starvation at the thought of food, so he decided that it was a problem for later.
Once he was out and far away.
Right, he needed clothes for that.
Stay on track Jisung, focus.
Shimmying into his boxers and then his skinny jeans, he took a small break to let his head rest before looking around for his socks.
Curse Hyunjin for goading him into wearing his tightest pair of pants.
Jisung had to admit he felt slightly pathetic having to catch his breath before finishing to get dressed. Changbin might have a point when he said he needed to do more cardio and take better care of his health.
Not that he’d tell him that.
Ok you can do it, we’re 50% there buddy.
Bracing himself again, he bent down to grab his little sloth covered socks that Seungmin gave him for Christmas, almost cracking his skull open a couple times as he tried to put them on.
Only his shirt left and he could make his escape.
Which was nowhere to be seen.
Great.
Taking another look around, he resigned himself with a huff, carefully going down on all four to glance under the bed.
What he found was not his shirt, but an alarming amount of dust bunnies that clearly couldn’t be good for anyone’s health.
He was certain there was also something mutating by the wall in the back.
Again, gross.
Struggling to get back up, he took another look around the room in the hope his shirt would have magically appeared by then.
Ok.
He needed to think this through.
Used that big dumb brain power Jisung, think….
They took a cab from the club to the apartment, and when they got out and made it up the stairs, Daehyun started kissing him as they struggled through the door.
Inside, he barely had time to take his shoes off before the other pulled him to the couch-
The living room!
Renewed with the hope that his long lost shirt was in the other room, Jisung tip-toed his way to the door, glancing back around the room to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything before carefully stepping out.
Closing it back as softly as he could behind him, he walked down the small hallway that led to the opened living room area, stopping in his tracks when he caught sight of himself in the hallway mirror.
The reflection that greeted him wasn’t, surprisingly, as horrible as he thought it would be based on how he was feeling. He winced however when he finally noticed the dark hickeys trailing down his chest.
Was the guy a leech or something??
Hyunjin was gonna have a field trip with him for the next few days, he’d never be able to live it down. Was he supposed to wear turtlenecks and scarves for the next week or so in this weather??
Even more annoyed now, he made his way to the living room, beyond ready to leave.
Relief filled him instantly as he found his black shirt thrown on the back of the couch, grabbing it quickly when his eyes caught sight of his discarded phone nearby.
The space in itself felt very much like the definition of a frat house now that he got to see it in the daylight. Especially without the added distraction of someone trying to shove their tongue down his throat.
Empty cans of beers and bottles of Soju lined almost every flat surface, while the remaining space was filled with video games and various controllers. A bag of chips was left open on one of the beat up lazyboy, crumbs all over the faded fabric.
He could see cigarette holes here and there, and stains he refused to think further about. A shudder ran up his spine thinking he sat on that same couch the night prior.
Seungmin would have a heart attack if he ever stepped foot in this place.
Making sure not to touch anything, Jisung picked up his phone from the coffee table, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw he still had some battery left. He had about 25 unread messages, and a quick look through his notifications told him most of them were from Hyunjin.
Shooting the man a quick reply that he was in fact not dead and currently being abandoned in a ditch somewhere, he went over his other messages quickly, making sure he hadn’t missed anything important.
He saw some instagram notifications, mainly Felix tagging him in videos he’ll probably be embarrassed about, and one text from his mom he decided would be answered once his brain stopped bouncing off the walls of his skull.
Never in his life had he needed coffee more than right now.
“ I think that’s my shirt.”
When asked later on about this exact moment by anyone, Jisung will violently deny any embarrassing sounds that left his body, as well as how much he flailed around, trying to catch his phone like a hot potato before it hit the floor.
Managing to catch the device at the last possible second, he turned around quickly to see a guy standing in the hallway.
A shirtless guy.
A very handsome shirtless guy.
That was standing there, arms crossed over his broad chest and staring at him.
Wow.
That’s the only thing his brain supplied, blinking quickly as his eyes traveled between his face and biceps.
Maybe that was the roommate Daehyun mentioned, when he vaguely gestures to the other closed door down the hall.
Shit, ok he needed to say something he’s been staring for way too long.
“ huh?”
Nailed it.