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the loud bumping of a bass fills gotaks ears the second he steps through the door, the loud music and chattering of teenagers fill the space entirely, the air smelling of a mix of puke and spiked punch. gotak looks around the room inquisitively, opting to ignore the obnoxious couples scattered around, making out shamelessly and grinding against each other obnoxiously; gotak feels a deep regret settle deep in the pit of his stomach as he silently curses baku and makes his way deeper into the strangers house.
gotak mutters half-assed apologies every time his shoulders bump against someone else’s, pushing his way through the crowded room until he finds the kitchen, desperate for alcohol.
once gotaks filled his tacky red cup –handed to him by an overexcited, drunk teenager– with a colourful mystery liquid that reeks of alcohol –supplied by the same teenager– he pulls his phone from his pocket, unlocking it with the intention of finding out where the hell baku is.
as soon as he pulls up baku’s contact a body tumbles into him, knocking the phone from his hand which lands with a loud clutter in the punch bowl.
“fuck!” gotak shouts, pushing the guy off him and shoving his hand in the room temperature liquid, fishing out his phone with two fingers.
“fuck man” the guy that poured his drink sucks on his teeth, grimacing apologetically “that sucks balls–lemme get you some rice”
“that’s a- that’s a myth, i’m pretty sure…” gotak mumbles, sentence trailing off as the guy starts digging around his cabinets.
“you got any other option, pretty boy?” the guy winks, drunkenly dropping the bowl full of rice on the counter in front of him.
gotak sighs and discards his phone in the bowl of rice, leaning his elbows against the counter to shove his head in his hands.
“may as well drink!” the man cheers loudly, gesturing to gotaks drink with his own “reckon that’ll be the only way to cope with this bullshit”
gotak rolls his eyes, pushing himself off the counter with a huff before snatching up his red cup and chugging half of the mystery liquid.
“ah, fuck!” gotak groans, grimacing as he rips the cup from his lips. “what the hell is this?!”
“you don’t wanna know!” he laughs loudly, downing a whole cup “it goes down easier that way!”
“i need to find my friend” gotak grumbles, downing the second half of his drink and pouring himself another.
“good luck! i’ll leave your phone up here!” the boy shouts over the music, placing the bowl of rice on the top of the fridge “don’t forget it!”
gotak yells back a quick thanks before pushing himself further into the sea of bodies, exiting the kitchen and making his way down a hallway, which is –luckily– mostly empty, stray from the few couples making out against the walls.
gotak shudders and pushes his way past them, making his way into- the bathroom? gotak sighs loudly, stepping out of the empty room back into the hallway, sliding the door shut carefully.
“baku?!” gotak shouts, dragging his feet down the hallway, towards the back door; taking large gulps of his drink in frustration “baku?”
“this goddamn asshole, begging me to come to this party for him and i can’t even find him!” gotak mumbles under his breath angrily, pulling open the sliding glass door that leads to the backyard.
“baku?” gotak calls out again before deciding to make his way over to a large group of people laughing loudly in their own corner of the backyard.
“hey, have any of you seen-“ gotak stops talking as he takes in the faces around him “nevermind”
gotak turns around, taking more gulps of his drink as he steps away from them; baekjin? seongje? union boys?
’what fucking party did baku make me come to?’
“ahh, wait” seongje calls out lazily “come join us”
“why the hell would i do that?” gotak asks, turning back to look at seongje.
“we have soju” seongje holds up an unopened bottle, gesturing to him “we’re playing games but you don’t have to play i guess”
“what makes you think i wanna spend my night with you?” gotak sasses, crossing his arms.
“that fact you’re still here” seongje grins smugly, leaning back in his chair “what else are you gonna do? you’re clearly alone”
gotak thinks for a moment, his mind flicking to baku lost somewhere in a sea of people, probably having the time of his life; then gotak thinks about his busted phone sitting discarded in a bowl of rice atop some strangers fridge.
gotak sighs dramatically, stepping towards them, “fine- but i’m not playing your stupid ass games!”
“that’s alright doll, you have plenty of time to change your mind” seongje smirks at him, pulling the half empty cup from gotaks grasp and launching it halfway across the yard and instead placing a bottle of soju in his open hand “this is better pup, and stronger, trust me”
gotak scoffs loudly, eyes rolling as he cracks the drink open and sits in the only empty spot beside the man, sipping at his drink and muttering “fucking asshole”
seongje leans back in his chair, throwing a lazy arm around gotaks stiff shoulders. gotak glares at him, thrusting an elbow in his side which goes unnoticed –or rather, ignored– by the other man, who in response pulls him even closer; gotak, already too tired, relaxes into his hold– besides, when was the last time he was held like this?
’jesus christ, this alcohol is strong’
voices flow around gotak easily, loud guffaws of exasperation and laughter filling the air around him as he stares at the grass beneath his feet blankly. gotak feels seongjes thumb start rubbing firm circles in his shoulder, urging him to look up at the young man.
seongjes face looks smug, that infuriating smirk is painted on his face like always, his eyes are half mast as they stare teasingly– but not at gotak; gotak follows his line of sight, landing on the person sat directly across from them: baekjin. baekjin looks mad, he looks mad mad and he doesn’t even bother to hide it, perhaps a side effect from the alcohol.
he stares through seongje under half lidded eyes, his brows furrowed deep, nose wrinkled, and his jaw set tight as his lips twitch in a thin line. he doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything, doesn’t blink– just stares, right at seongje, who’s apparently eating his reaction right up.
gotak can’t be bothered to gauge what either of their reactions mean and slides a sleepy head against seongjes shoulder, who lets out a cocky chuckle; gotak watches as baekjins dark eyes flick over the movement, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly, annoyed fingers twitching around the neck of the bottle he’s currently sporting.
“what’s his problem?” gotak mutters tiredly, gulping down some of his drink.
“ah, just a sore loser” seongje smiles down at him, patting at gotaks hair a lot more gently than gotak knew he was capable of.
gotak hums noncommittally “is he losing whatever game you guys are playing?”
seongje allows his eyes to flicker up towards baekjins seething expression with a triumphant, gummy smile before turning his attention back to the boy in his arms, pulling him impossibly closer.
“yeah, something like that” he laughs quietly.
gotak hums in response, turning his head to focus on the game taking place in front of him.
“wooyoung” a girl says loudly from across the circle, tipping her drink in his direction “youuu have to text your ex OR eat a bowl full of mud without your hands”
the boy in question shouts loudly in response, throwing up his arms before sliding his phone from his pocket to the cheers of the drunken teenagers around him.
after completing his dare and turning his phone around to share the proof, wooyoung turns to another girl sitting close to him and starts talking.
“you have to snort sherbet powder or you have to go up to that group of discord mods and give all of them your number”
gotak stops listening, the loud cheers and laughter fall on deaf ears.
gotak instead turns his attention back to seongje, who’s smiling wickedly at wooyoung, thumb still rubbing soothing circles in gotak’s shoulder.
“are you guys playing truth or dare?” gotak cocks a brow.
“mm, sort of. truth or dare without the truth part because that’s lame, so instead everyone gets two dares and they have to pick one” seongje explains, taking a sip from his drink.
“have you gotten any fucked up ones yet?” gotak asks quietly, all the alcohol he’s consumed buzzing in the back of his mind.
“well i kissed baekjin earlier” seongje chuckles in gotaks ear.
“what?!” gotak pulls back abruptly, laughing loudly “deadass?!”
“yeah, deadass!” seongje laughs with him, taking a large gulp of his drink “it wasn’t as bad as you’d think”
“holy shit” gotak laughs loudly, slapping seongje’s thigh happily “there’s no way”
“yeah, that’s what i thought too” seongje smiles, massaging the nape of gotaks neck affectionately.
gotak spares a look at the group surrounding them, his eyes catching onto baekjin, who’s currently staring at seongje like he just shit in his cereal, firm arms crossed over his chest angrily. for a moment his eyes lock with gotaks own, both staring at each other silently, baekjin’s face no longer angry but blank and unreadable.
“seongje!” the girl from earlier exclaims excitedly “your turn! you either have to…give baekjin a lap dance-“
baekjins eyes widen, bristling violently at the words as his attention snaps to seongje, who in response wears a wide smirk and mischievous eyes.
“or give your piece of arm candy there a kiss, and not some pathetic little forehead peck or whatever, we wanna see tongue” the girl wiggles her brows suggestively, smirking at him.
gotaks eyes widen as the group of teenagers ‘ooo’ loudly, some of them ‘whooping’ and pumping their fists in the air. baekjin sits stock still across from them, tense fingers digging into his knees painfully.
“well i’d be an idiot not to take this opportunity” seongje grins lazily, eyes trained on baekjin as he pulls gotak into himself with the hand cupping his nape.
“what?!” gotak exclaims, wide eyes staring at seongje as the cheers around them get louder.
seongje glides his hand up gotaks neck and into his hair, his fingers massaging against his scalp affectionately, pulling gotak against him. gotak whines softly as seongje presses a kiss against his lips; loud cheers and whoops fill his muffled ears as seongje slips a probing tongue against his bottom lip.
gotak opens his mouth hesitantly, whimpering softly as seongje completely fills his senses, pushing his tongue in deep, hard, and fast, quickly dominating gotaks own tongue, causing the younger teenager to let out a loud whine.
“oh shit, he whimpers” gotak hears the girl that gave seongje the dare speak up “that’s hot”
the surrounding teenagers shout drunkenly in agreement as seongje slides his second hand –previously holding the drink– up gotaks body seductively, tracing the slight curve of his hips, trailing up over his chest to grip at his throat firmly; gotak makes a wet choking noise, muffled by seongje as his tongue explores his mouth like it belongs there.
seongje pulls gotaks head away by the roots of his hair, a thin string of spit still connecting them. loud cheers echo around them; hard, congratulating slaps finding their way against seongje’s back as he licks his lips slowly, breaking the spit string with a smug smirk. gotak settles back in his seat, dazed and questioning everything he thought he already knew about himself.
“baekjin” comes seongje’s gravelly voice “come sit between my legs- on your knees, facing me for three rounds or go play a round of seven minutes in heaven with this pretty little thing”
seongje’s fingers find their way back to gotaks hair, gripping it tightly, using them to jerk his head up and in baekjins direction, gotak sliding forward in his seat from the force of the movement.
baekjin looks pissed. again. he’s watching seongje’s movements closely, watching the hand that currently grips at gotaks roots like he wants to set it on fire. everyone watches with baited breath, shocked.
“where?” baekjin grinds out through gritted teeth.
“where?” seongje laughs, spreading his thighs “right here, on the ground”
“not that” baekjin hisses, propping his elbows on his knees “we’re in an open backyard, where am i taking him?”
the group gasp, shocked, as they weren’t expecting him to choose gotak; gotak included, his eyes widen and he watches with a slacked mouth as baekjin rises to his full height and walks towards him slowly, eyes locked with his own.
“i’ll take you” seongje smirks, snatching gotaks almost empty drink and chugging the rest, which seems to do its job in ruffling baekjins feathers even further. seongje stands up, pulling gotak with him and standing chest to chest with baekjin “this way~”
baekjin follows behind the two with a huff, the rowdy teenagers sending them off with cat calls and loud flirty comments.
“so…what are you guys gonna do in there?” seongje asks with a smirk as the three of them slip through the back door.
“quiet” baekjin hisses, teeth grinding against each other loudly. seongje seems to take this as a challenge.
“you gonna fuck him?” he asks casually, throwing a glance over his shoulder at baekjin as he drags the two upstairs.
“i said stop talking” baekjin scrunches up his nose in anger, or maybe disgust. gotak isn’t sure.
“hey i just wanna know!” seongje throws up his hands in fake surrender “i just wanna know whether or not i can fuck him later”
gotaks breath hitches as his foot clips the next step, causing him to stumble into seongjes back, who turns and clasps his hands onto his shoulders tightly with a smug smirk.
“see, he’s basically begging for it” seongje song-songs loudly, turning back around and continuing his trek.
“you’re not fucking him” baekjin says lowly, disregarding gotaks presence entirely.
“yeah? who’s gonna stop me?” seongje smiles.
“me.” baekjin grasps seongje’s shoulder tightly, painfully.
“what makes you think i’ll listen to you? huh?” seongje snips back, shoving his arm off.
“in case you forgot, i’m your boss” baekjin growls, crowding seongje against the wall dangerously “what i say goes.”
“the last time i checked your boss doesn’t get to decide what whore i can and can’t fuck” seongje pushes him back with a snarl, continuing his walk to the closet.
“whore?!” gotak guffaws “fuck you! i haven’t even had sex yet, asshole!”
“oh, well, seems like that’s about to change” seongje swings open a closet door and points to the interior “get in”
baekjin grabs at gotak firmly, but not painfully, and pulls him into the closet. the closet barely fits the two of them and they have to stand chest to chest to fit; gotak swallows thickly, pushing back against the wall as far as he can, unused to the current closeness hes sharing with baekjin. he’s eyes flutter closed as he feels baekjin’s hot breath fan over his face.
’do not get a boner, do not get a boner’
“well!” seongje claps his hands together loudly “good luck!”
and with that he slams the door shut, plunging them in complete darkness, the only thing keeping gotak from losing it completely being the calm, even breaths of the bigger man pressed against him. even though gotak can’t see he finds his eyes averting away from the other boy, embarrassment seeping deep into his bones.
“why did you pick me?” gotak asks quietly, finally having found the nerve to speak up.
“as opposed to what?” baekjin says sharply “kneeling before seongje? you wouldn’t catch me dead doing that”
“well i think that’s what everyone was expecting” gotak swallows thickly.
“is that what you were expecting?” baekjin presses in closer, lips beside his ear as he talks low.
“yeah…?” gotak glances towards him, barely able to make out baekjins features “everyone knows how much you loathe me”
baekjins silent for a moment, his hands coming up to plant themselves on either side of gotaks face, bracketing him against the wall. his breath is slow and his lips tickle the shell of gotak’s ear as he whispers his next words lowly.
“is that what you wanted?” gotak feels his heart pounding in his chest, hands sweating against his thighs as he fights down the pathetic noise that desperately wants to claw its way from his throat.
“what?” is what he squeezes out instead, dry throat clicking loudly as he swallows nervously “wanted what?”
“did you want me to choose seongje over you, hyuntak?” baekjin asks, pulling his head back to grip at gotaks chin with one of his hands and jerking his head to face him, thumb rubbing the corner of his lip absentmindedly.
gotak stares at him silently, looking at the taller man through his lashes that flutter nervously; gotaks heart is pounding so loudly he wouldn’t be shocked if baekjin told him to keep it down. gotak apprehensively brings a shaking hand up and places it on baekjin’s chest softly, whose heart is –shockingly– beating just as fast as his own.
“no” gotaks says quietly, honestly. his eyes dancing over baekjins face as he tries to gauge his reaction “im glad you picked me”
baekjins heart pounds heavily under gotaks palm, the hand cradling his face coming down to rest on his throat softly, fingers squeezing the sides of his throat experimentally. the sound that gotak has been fighting hard to keep down finally slips between his lips as he moans breathily. baekjins breath hitches quietly, lips parting slightly as his gaze falls to gotaks lips, his tongue shooting out quickly to wet his own.
gotaks eyes watch the movement carefully, both his hands running up baekjin’s chest gently and coming to wrap around his neck affectionately, baekjin shudders in response, lashes fluttering softly. baekjins hands trace gotak’s body slowly, squeezing at hips firmly before they come around to stop on his ass.
baekjin presses in closer, breath mingling with gotaks own as he pulls him flush with his own body, leaning in and pressing his lips against gotaks messily.
gotak whines loudly as he claws at baekjin’s neck, attempting to pull him even closer. baekjin moans lowly and presses his knee between gotaks thighs, pushing up against his crotch firmly.
gotak opens his mouth, moaning obscenely as baekjins tongue makes its way into his mouth, exploring shamelessly. gotaks hips jut down against baekjins thigh, hands scratching up his neck to pull at his gelled hair.
baekjin pulls back slightly, panting heavily into gotaks mouth, hands squeezing his ass tightly as gotak grinds against him slowly.
“you’re not a whore, huh?” baekjin says smugly, pulling gotaks hips against his thigh teasingly.
“fffuck you” gotak whines, head falling back and thumping against the wall loudly, allowing baekjin to kiss down his neck roughly, leaving a trail of hickies as he goes.
“s’the plan” baekjin mumbles into his throat, nose nudging gotaks adam’s apple affectionately before he pulls away entirely, taking a small step back.
gotak whines loudly in protest, drunken fingers pulling at baekjin’s shirt in attempt to pull him back in. baekjin laughs softly at the display, his tongue running over dry lips quickly as he takes in gotaks debauched appearance. clearly the alcohol has hit gotak hard as his big teary eyes look up at baekjin in question. baekjin fears he’s not fairing much better though, he feels any and all sense of rationale leaving him the longer he’s around gotak.
baekjins hands find their way to gotaks hips, pausing for a moment to squeeze softly before he flips him around, gotaks chest now flush with the wall, his hands grasping at it out of shock. baekjin presses in close, using one hand to push gotaks head down so he’s looking at his shoes and licks up the back of his neck teasingly, chuckling softly in his ear.
“tell me if you don’t want this, baby” baekjin whispers into his ear, his hold on the other boy loosening.
“please” gotak begs, pushing his ass back against baekjin.
“hyuntak.” baekjin says clearly, pulling gotaks head to face him “i need more than that, tell me if you want this”
“yes, yes, i want you, i want this” gotak rambles, half lidded eyes dancing across baekjins face “jinnie, please”
“good boy” baekjin praises, his heart skipping a beat at the nickname –which he ignores, thank you very much. “was that really so difficult?”
baekjin grinds against him softly, big hands wrapping around gotaks body to pull open his pants. gotak keens loudly when baekjin accidentally brushes against his crotch, his head falling back obscenely and landing on baekjin shoulder.
baekjin whispers praises and loving words in his ear as he pulls down both his pants and boxers to rest just below his ass; his hands come back to massage against him soothingly, one of his thumbs pulling at one of his cheeks to observe his hole absentmindedly.
“jin-ah!” gotak whines against the wall, hand slapping at baekjins arm halfheartedly “you’re being a pervert, stop it!”
baekjin hums in response and for a moment all gotak can hear is rustling and movement coming from the man behind him but before he can ask baekjin what he’s doing he feels a wet intrusion at his entrance; gotak jerks away out of shock, eyes wide as a loud moan tumbles from his lips.
“baekjin–! what?!” gotak shouts as his hands come up to brace himself against the wall.
“we don’t have lube” baekjin says casually.
gotak jerks his head around, his gaze falling to the floor where he sees baekjin; on his knees between gotaks thighs, hands spreading gotak apart as he tongues at his entrance. gotak suddenly feels his knees go weak.
moaning pathetically he turns back around and buries his flushed face in the elbow of his arm that lay propped against the wall.
baekjin pushes his tongue deeper, humming lowly as his fingers massage gotak’s flesh.
gotaks legs wobble, his knees crooking inwards as he struggles to keep himself upright, his fingers scratch at the wall as unrestrained, desperate sounds are torn from his throat, eyes clenched shut in pleasure as his hips jut back against baekjin.
baekjin massages one of his thighs comfortingly, taking his time while his tongue explores gotak’s insides carelessly.
alongside his tongue baekjin presses in two fingers, which glide in easily with the help of his spit, they make a loud squelching sound as they push past the entrance and come to a stop right against his prostate.
“fuck!” gotak shouts, body jerking backwards, causing the fingers to bump right up against his prostate again.
“you’re sure this is your first time?” baekjins mutters into the flesh of gotak’s thigh, pressing light kisses against the skin as he talks “they went in real easy”
“fuck you” gotak’s words don’t come out as threatening as he had hoped but instead come out breathy and needy “i don’t need to defend myself to you”
baekjin hums, deciding to drop it and instead continues to pump his fingers in and out unforgivingly, his other hand squeezing at the meat of gotaks thigh as he watches his fingers in interest.
“baekjin-! jinnie! please!” gotak whines loudly, pushing back against the fingers in desperation “fuck! need you, please!”
“i don’t know if you’re ready yet, just give me a little longer baby” baekjin responds, uncharacteristically caring.
“baekjin, we’re playing 7 minutes in heaven and our 7 minutes are definitely up” gotak flicks baekjins head “i don’t know why they haven’t gotten us yet but i don’t wanna be in this position if they do decide to get us! fuck me already!”
baekjin pauses for a moment before he leans forward, pressing his lips against gotaks ass he takes a quick bite of the flesh, hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to bleed. gotak jolts, his head whipping around to glare at baekjin on the floor, who looks all too pleased with himself.
“why the fuck did you do that?!” gotak yelps, swatting in baekjins direction.
“wanted to make sure you’d have a souvenir once this is over” baekjin smirks, rising to his full height and pushing himself flush with gotak’s back.
“you’ve left me with plenty of souvenirs already” gotak huffs, grinding back against baekjin despite his words. “hurry up!”
baekjin unzips his pants, pulling his clothes down just enough to pull himself out and rest himself against gotaks entrance teasingly. baekjin leans forward, biting and licking at gotaks neck just under his ear; gotak whines loudly in complaint, yet bares his neck to baekjin anyway, quiet moans leaving his mouth at each bite.
“baekjin, hurry up!” gotak snaps, attempting to push back on him “what the hell are you doing?!”
“watching” baekjin says casually, smirking down at gotak as he watches the restless boy writhe “if you want it so bad you should beg”
“you cannot be serious” gotak grumbles, his cheeks flushing pink “just fuck me already, asshole!”
“c’mon hyuntak” baekjin purrs in his ear, pushing against his hole softly “beg for it”
“goddammit…please” gotak bites out through gritted teeth.
“you can do better than that” baekjin presses a kiss to the shell of his ear, running his hands up gotaks body with a featherlight touch.
gotak pauses for a moment, his breath stuttering before he turns his head to look back at baekjin through half-lidded eyes.
“jinnie, please~ i need you so bad, please fuck me” gotak whines, his voice pitched up just enough to drive baekjin insane “i want you, baekjin”
“see, was that so hard?” baekjin tries to say it casually but it’s clear that gotak’s begging has affected him.
baekjin grips gotaks hips and presses in slowly, gotak’s body clamping around the intruding object immediately as he gasps loudly. baekjin pushes in halfway before he pauses, running his hands up and down gotaks sides soothingly as he waits for him to adjust.
“deep breaths” baekjin murmurs in his ear with a kiss “just relax, baby, it’ll make it feel better”
gotak moans into the wall, hands gripping at baekjins arms tightly as his hips thrust back against baekjin, causing them both to moan obscenely. baekjins fingers dig into his flesh as his hips drive forward, plunging the rest of his shaft deep into gotak.
gotak whines loudly, head thumping against the brick of the closet wall loudly. baekjin wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him closer as pushes in impossibly deep.
gotak yelps loudly as baekjin starts thrusting, slow and deep inside him. gotaks breaths come quick and suffocating in the small closet, sweating hands gripping the wall in front of him desperately.
baekjin grunts behind him, hips speeding up, creating an increasingly louder slapping noise as he buries his face in the side of gotaks neck, breathing in his smell.
“jinnie, fuck” gotak whines, pushing his hips into baekjin thrusts.
“so good, tak” baekjin mumbles, open mouthed kisses making their way over gotak’s neck “so good for me”
baekjins right hand rests itself against gotaks lower stomach, massaging over it slowly as he feels his deep thrusts; baekjin speeds up as his brings his hand down further to grip at gotak’s cock, pressing a wet kiss under his jaw baekjin starts jerking him off slowly.
“jin-ah” gotak keens, his head falling back on baekjin’s shoulder “m’close”
“yeah?” baekjin chuckles lowly “cum baby”
gotaks shaking legs barely hold him up as he cums in baekjins hand, loud moans echoing in the small room around them. gotak leans his body back in baekjins hold, who supports his weight entirely as he continues his onslaught.
“jinnie~” gotak whimpers quietly, looking up at baekjin from where he’s currently relaxed against his chest; baekjins hand comes up to grip at gotaks chin as he turns his focus towards his face “inside, please”
baekjins eyes widen a fraction as he takes in gotaks debauched expression, his thumb caressing his lip lovingly.
“you sure?” baekjin mutters, his rhythm faltering as he draws closer to his release.
“yes! please, want you to cum inside” gotak babbles, mind gone.
baekjin pulls gotak into a messy kiss as he finishes inside of him, his hips stuttering forward pathetically with a low hum. gotak gasps around the kiss, pulling back slightly before being brought into another kiss by baekjin.
the two of them separate, breathing heavily in each others mouths, both pairs of eyes shut in contemplation.
“what time is it?” gotak whispers against his lips, unwilling to open his eyes just yet.
baekjin pulls back slightly, gotak listening to the shuffling of clothes and taps on a screen before baekjin finally speaks up with a broken, gravelly voice “11:30, why?”
“suho and sieun are gonna be here to pick us up soon, i need to go” gotak finally opens his eyes.
“you can’t stay?” baekjin asks, words soft and so much more vulnerable than he intended.
“i can’t stay” gotak responds, hand coming up to cup his cheek affectionately.
“i can take you home” baekjin offers, pressing a light kiss against the hand holding his cheek.
“i don’t have my phone, i can’t tell them where i am. and you know none of them would leave without me” gotak runs his thumb over his bottom lip softly “also, you’re drunk, you shouldn’t be driving”
“i wasn’t gonna drive” baekjin mumbles softly and mostly to himself “i’ll walk you down to the front yard”
“okay” gotak says softly, pressing a light, chaste kiss to baekjin’s lips “you wanna pull out first?”
baekjin clears his throat loudly, his ears turning a bright red “right, right”
baekjins grips his hips, pulling out of gotak with a loud, wet squelch and tucking himself back in his pants; gotak shudders at the feeling, pulling up and fixing his own clothes on shaking legs.
baekjin places a supportive hand on gotaks lower back, turning the younger boy around to lean his back against the closet wall.
“you done?” the doors pulled open as seongje shoves his head in, looking between the both of them “jesus christ it stinks in here, come out you freaks”
baekjins sighs loudly, pushing past seongje roughly, gotak following behind him tiredly.
“you really did a number on him” seongje chuckles.
“why are you here?” baekjin snaps, glaring at him.
“i never left” seongje smirks, walking forward casually “you two were really going at it”
“what the hell is wrong with you?!” baekjin growls, shoving at his shoulder.
“what are you still doing here?” seongje wiggles his brows, gesturing to gotak “shouldn’t you be getting him back to his friends?”
baekjin huffs, eye twitching as seongje disappears in the crowd of teenagers. baekjin turns back around to pull gotak forward.
“are you…okay?” baekjin asks gotak who’s currently leaning against the wall, exhaustion having taken over his body.
“m’tired” gotak mumbles “can you just help me down there?”
baekjin nods, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and guiding him down the stairs carefully.
the two of them push through the crowded house and make their way to the front yard; baekjin guides the younger boy to the curb and sits him down gently, following by sitting down next to him.
“are you sure you’re okay?” baekjin asks softly, wrapping his arm around gotak’s shoulder protectively.
gotak hums quietly, burrowing his head into baekjin’s shoulder, eyes closing. they sit in silence for awhile, content with letting the cool breeze surround their sweaty skin.
“i can feel your nut in me” gotak breaks the silence.
“what?!” baekjin snaps his attention to him with a grimace “what the fuck gotak? ew”
gotak giggles softly, rubbing his face against his shoulder “you just called me gotak”
“yeah? that’s your nickname, so…” baekjin mumbles, turning to watch the sky “doesn’t mean anything”
gotak hums in agreement before raising his head and looking at baekjins flustered expression “it could mean something though”
baekjin turns back to gotak and watches him quietly, dark eyes dancing over gotak’s features swiftly. gotak looks back, his own eyes taking in baekjin and his unusually open face. baekjin moves first, inching his head down slowly, giving gotak enough room to pull away, who instead leans into the touch, turning his head up to meet baekjin’s own slowly.
“taka!” comes a loud shout causing the two of them to jolt away and look toward the offending sound: baku, obviously “you came! i couldn’t find you so i thought you skipped out on me!”
“i couldn’t find you either” gotak responds tiredly.
“c’mon! suho and sieun are-“ baku pauses when he notices the arm around gotak, moving to a different angle he sees whose arm it is causing his face to drop immediately.
“what are you doing?” baku directs the question at baekjin.
“sitting here” baekjin shrugs “obviously”
“what did you do to him?” baku advances towards them, eyes flicking between gotak, baekjin, and the offending arm.
“nothing” baekjin replies.
“then why the hell are you with him?” baku’s patience is clearly wearing thin, anger beginning to take hold.
“he had too much to drink, he told me your friends were picking him up so i’m waiting with him until they get here” baekjins responds somewhat honestly, for baku’s sake deciding to leave out the whole sex part.
baku looks at him skeptically, eyes bouncing between gotak and baekjin quickly.
“god, don’t hurt yourself thinking about it too hard baku, he’s telling the truth” gotak blinks up at him slowly.
baku spares baekjin one last skeptical glance before coming to gotaks other side.
“…thank you…i guess” baku spits out awkwardly “can you help me get him to suho’s car?”
baekjin nods quietly, standing to his full height. together, baku and baekjin hoist gotak’s tired body up and pull him in the direction of the car.
when they get to the car sieun flies out of the passenger seat, worry overtaking his body as he opens the back door for them.
“is he alright?” sieun asks baku quietly, side eyeing baekjin as he speaks.
“yeah, just white girl wasted” baku says casually, buckling gotak into his seat.
“baku, what does that mean?” sieun pinches the bridge of his nose “actually, more importantly, what are you doing here?”
“it’s okay sieun” baku pats sieun’s shoulder “he’s been baby sitting gotak”
sieun looks at baekjin skeptically before sliding back into his seat slowly, turning back to observe gotak silently, who’s currently being checked by suho.
baku says his goodbye to baekjin with one last thanks; baekjin watches as baku gets in the car beside gotak protectively, making sure to step back as the pull away from the curb.
“was he really taking care of you?” baku asks once they’ve driven further down the road.
“yeah, he was” gotak nods, resting his head on baku’s shoulder.
“weirdly nice of him” suho pipes up.
“were you with him the whole night?” baku questions.
“yeah, i couldn’t find you and i couldn’t text you because my phone…ah shit” gotak sighs loudly “my goddamn phone, i forgot it”
“you forgot your phone?” sieun asks judgmentally.
“yeah, it fell in the punch so i put it in rice-“
“that’s a myth gotak”
“-i know! i tried to tell the guy that! but it’s still in rice in that guys kitchen” gotak throws his arms in the air.
“okay, i’m gonna take you and sieunie back to my place and baku and i will come back and get it” suho concludes, sieun agreeing.
’ding’
“ah, that won’t be necessary” baku says, typing on his phone quickly “baekjin has it, he’s gonna give it back tomorrow”
gotak glances over baku’s shoulder, reading the texts quickly.
na baekjin:
Apparently Hyuntak left his phone here.
The house owner gave it to me
because he saw us together.
Tell him I’ll see him tomorrow.
na baekjin:
Also tell him that his phone case
is tacky.
’asshole.’