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Wooin was pissed.
So fucking pissed.
And flustered.
And confused.
He looked at himself in the bedroom mirror, he woke up with his head spinning a few minutes ago, unable to recall last night's events due to the amount of alcohol he drank.
But that was the problem.
He traced his neck, all the way down to his collarbone. *Covered in hickeys, and bite marks.*
"Fuck," Wooin muttered and grinned, looking at himself in the mirror one last time before going downstairs.
They had a celebration last night, since they finished off the Ghost crew, so they decided to go and drink alcohol in the bar (Wooin's idea) alongside with pokari (Hyeok's idea).
Wooin only remembered drinking a lot since he lost a bet, he didn't expect to be worn out the next day, and thanks to that, there were unknown hickeys and bite marks on him.
The last thing he remembered was passing out in the bar, now he was in a familiar house.
*Hyeok's house.* His house would always be their hangout house, since Joker worried his brothers would get influenced, Vinny would looked annoyed when they mentioned hanging out in Vinny's house (maybe trauma, Wooin assumed) and Wooin didn't mind them hanging out in his house, though it was far away.
As he walked downstairs, he noticed Hyeok and Vinny were eating quietly, and Wooin shouted, "Hey! Guys, what the fuck happened?!"
Wooin declared, Hyeok looked at him, while Vinny continued eating.
"Fuckkk, look at these hickeys!"
Wooin whispered carefully, he was annoyed yet amused by how hard and swollen they looked to the point people could mistake it as a birth mark. Hyeok looked at Vinny, as if he was expecting him to look back, but beads of sweat started forming out of Vinny's forehead so Hyeok cleared his throat.
"We don't know what happened, maybe you can ask Joker."
Wooin glared at them, as if not taking the excuse, he knew they knew something, yet at the same time, he really should ask Joker, since Hyeok and Vinny weren't the type to care who Wooin will and who he already hooked up with. Wooin noticed Joker would always watch out for him, so asking him would be the right choice.
"Okay, where's he at?"
Wooin looked around the house, and Hyeok sighed.
"He's still fighting underground."
...
Wooin clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.
"Fuck."
(Timeskip to Wooin walking to the bar, he was walking in a poorly and childish manner.)
Wooin went to the secret underground passage, where he saw two musular people fighting in the ring. *blue hair...blue hair...* Wooin thought, scanning to find Joker, but he couldn't. A frown formed on his face, until he realised he could be in the bathroom, so he went there.
Wooin barged open the door, there he saw Joker with mild bruises, washing his face. His eyes shot up due to the sudden entrance, but when he realised it was Wooin, his eyes looked like it faintly smiled, if it was possible.
"Joker..."
Wooin looked at Joker, making sure he was listening before he continued.
"Do you know what happened last night? Or who's the reason I got these hickeys?"
Wooin grinned, and walked near Joker, he looked at himself, tracing the outlines of one of the bite marks.
"Fuck...they bit so hard..."
Wooin scratched his hair and Joker lightly shrugged, continuing to wash his face.
"Are you gonna beat them up?"
The question caught Wooin off guard, and he stopped tracing the outline of the bite mark.
"Well..."
Wooin paused, and looked at his hickeys in the mirror one last time before looking at Joker with a smile.
"Nah...But I still wanna know, I wanna ask for another round, fuck, first time someone kissed me this hard."
Joker looked at Wooin's neck and shrugged, wiping his face with his usual white towel.
"You enjoy it that much?"
Wooin stayed silent before looking away, blushing due to embarrassment.
"Shut up."
Joker gave a slight scoff and nodded.
"I'll try to remember, maybe after the match, it's the last one."
Wooin shrugged and nodded.
"Yeah, sure."
Maybe, if Wooin wasn't too busy tracing the outlines of the bite marks, maybe if he wasn't too busy admiring the hickeys, maybe he'd notice that, before Joker left, his lips curled into a smile, and whispered it was him.