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Woonhak mutters a curse as he stumbles to the door, high-fiving and hugging what feels like everyone else on his way. It’s a little chilly, but the air feels so much better outside, and he gratefully takes a few deep breaths. He manages to make his way over to Sungho’s SUV without tripping, though when he opens the side door, the car is suspiciously full.
“I thought you were saving me a seat, Sungho-hyung,” Woonhak whines. The back seats have been folded due to the sheer amount of art supplies in the trunk. Oops, that was his fault. “Oh hi Taesanie-hyung,” he adds absentmindedly. The person passed out on top of him looks suspiciously like Jaehyun, but Woonhak can’t really tell since his face is obscured.
“Get in the car Woonhak, it’s cold,” Taesan scolds. He holds out a hand to pull Woonhak in the car, and honestly Woonhak doesn’t currently have the working brain cells to compute that it was a bad idea, given that he’s six feet tall trying to find an available seat that doesn’t exist. Taesan hastily closes the door behind.
“I was, but then you were late,” Sungho says. “I gave your seat to someone who needed it.” He gestures to the unconscious girl strapped in the passenger seat—Hanuel, if he’s remembering correctly. “You’re going to have to sit in Riwoo’s lap.”
“Riwoo?” Woonhak asks, staggering into the stranger’s lap anyway, still clumsy from alcohol. He’s glad that the stranger catches him before he crashes into the window, because that would have hurt.
“That’d be me,” the person who is apparently Riwoo says underneath him. Then there’s an arm snaking around his waist to secure him, surprisingly strong compared to how tiny the owner is. Woonhak stretches out; there’s barely enough room for his legs—they’re almost touching Taesan’s—but it’s better than nothing.
Wow, his voice is pretty. It’s gentle and soothing and pitched low enough to spark Woonhak’s interest. Though the nearby street lamps provide dim lighting at best, it’s enough for Woonhak to come to a quick conclusion—Riwoo is really, really attractive. Gorgeous. He would say normally he isn’t this bold, but one, Riwoo is attractive as hell, two, Woonhak’s still a little drunk, and three, Woonhak probably won’t ever see him again.
He giggles and sticks out his hand. “Hi Riwoo-hyung, I’m Woonhak.”
“Taesan, I know you’re already taking care of Jaehyun, but can you keep an eye on Woonhak please?” Sungho asks as he starts the car. From the looks of it, Woonhak has already pulled Riwoo into his orbit, that charmer. “Just...make sure they don’t do something stupid.”
Taesan raises an eyebrow. He’s not as familiar with Sungho, but he knows Woonhak, and he knows Riwoo. The two weren’t exactly known for being difficult drunks. “Sure.” He shifts in his seat, and Jaehyun unconsciously nips him on the shoulder in annoyance.
Now, his sweetheart? He’s a difficult drunk. Taesan smiles to himself as he cards his fingers through Jaehyun’s fluffy, soft hair. They’ve had more than enough excitement for tonight.
“Riwoo-hyung, you’re really gorgeous,” Woonhak says, tilting his head. “How come I didn’t see you at all during the party?”
“You’re the gorgeous one here,” Riwoo responds, and Woonhak blushes pink. “Well, I was mostly chaperoning Jaehyun…”
“It must not have worked out well, since he still ended up with Taesan.” Woonhak giggles again, toying with Riwoo's free hand.
“I might have lost him halfway through,” Riwoo confesses, completely captivated by the cute boy in his lap and his bright laughter.
“I’m right here,” Taesan says flatly, but the pair ignore him as they press ever closer to each other, flirting with not just their words but also with adoring gazes and curious hands.
Hold up. Taesan narrows his eyes when Woonhak swings his legs over to straddle Riwoo'd lap. Is he really watching his baby brother put the moves on his roommate?
Riwoo adjusts his grip, both arms wrapping around Woonhak to steady him. Woonhak would prefer to feel Riwoo’s hands on his waist, but the older male—a junior, apparently—seems to be committed to making sure he doesn’t fall out of the seat. Which is...really sweet, actually.
Woonhak loops his arms around Riwoo’s neck, biting his lip in a way he hopes comes off as tempting. Normally he would flirt a bit more with someone before kissing them, but he doesn’t really know anything about this stranger other than he’s attractive. He doesn’t want to get to know him better either, at least not now, not when they’re so close and their lips are almost touching, just waiting for permission.
Thank goodness Riwoo takes the hint, because he kisses Woonhak immediately, arms tightening around him as they sway slightly when the car takes a turn. Riwoo tastes sweet and faintly of fruit, whereas Woonhak is sure that he probably tastes a bit like the strong coconut rum he had not too long ago. Woonhak tries not to whimper when Riwoo licks deeper into his mouth, tongue brushing against his, but he’s totally done for when the older abandons his post on his waist to wind a hand through his hair, because of course this stranger would guess his weakness right off the bat. Fuck, Woonhak thinks when Riwoo's grip in his hair tightens, and although the sound he makes is swallowed up between their lips, Riwoo knows, he knows from the way Woonhak shivers against him, and he can actually feel the curve of Riwoo’s smirk when it happens. That earns a petulant nibble on Riwoo’s lower lip, but the older just tugs his hair, and Woonhak’s ruined all over again.
Meanwhile, Taesan is aghast in his seat. He meets Sungho’s stare in the rear view mirror, and he shrugs helplessly. While his first thought was to immediately peel Woonhak off from Riwoo, it seemed like Woonhak had started it; additionally, Jaehyun is finally nestled comfortably against his shoulder, dozing contentedly. Taesan didn’t want to wake him up.
Plus, this is awesome blackmail material. Taesan aims his phone carefully. They don’t even flinch from the flash of the camera, too engrossed in kissing to notice. Taesan grins—Riwoo is going to be mortified when he sees the photos with that straightlaced personality of his, maybe he can even con a month’s worth of laundry duty from him.
He’s willing to let some things slide if it’s obvious they’re both into it. Though even Taesan has a limit, because when Riwoo starts sucking kisses against the younger’s neck, causing Woonhak’s breath to hitch as he swallows back needy noises, he looks for something to throw. He doesn’t want to sacrifice his phone, but he can’t reach over to hit Riwoo on the arm either with Jaehyun in his lap. Thankfully, there’s a water bottle in the cupholder to his side, and he aims it at Riwoo’s shoulder, successfully surprising the two out of their heated makeout.
“No necking in the car” Taesan hisses, trying to keep quiet.
Riwoo colors a bit, but Woonhak just pouts.
“Aw, you’re no fun.”
“Hey, I am the definition of fun—” but he doesn’t get very far because Jaehyun shifts in his lap, blinking once at him before screwing his eyes shut again. He nuzzles against the junction of Jaehyun’s shoulder and neck, as if trying to find a comfortable pillow. When Jaehyun’s lips touch his collarbone, Taesan’s brain short-circuits, and god he is such a hypocrite because he doesn’t do anything to stop him.
Then again, he’s all kinds of whipped for him.
“Go back to sleep Jaehyun,” Taesan says quietly. “We’re almost there.”
“Okay Taesanie,” Jaehyun murmurs sleepily, settling again. Taesan can’t stop himself from placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head.
He glances over and sighs when he sees that his roommate and his baby brother are all over each other again.
(Sungho clearly shows his displeasure by slamming on the brakes after they drop off Hanuel, though Taesan scowls at him for almost waking up Jaehyun.)
Taesan can see it, kind of. Woonhak and Riwoo are a good fit for each other. He hopes they’ll talk to each other the morning after.