I have no idea where this would even go, so here. Himchan/Ryeowook. Don't ask.
Himchan woke up with a pounding in his skull. He groaned, turning onto his back, when he realized there was an arm draped around his torso.
There was something unfamiliar about this.
He opened his eyes slowly, cursing the morning sun that poured through the window. This wasn't his room... this was probably a hotel room, and a cheap one, judging by the ancient TV and the framed scenery hanging over the bed. How the hell did he get here? But more importantly, who was he with?
Himchan rolled over, and noticed a smaller, skinny brunette male clinging to him. Definitely not someone he recognized or he thought so, anyway. He sat up, and with that, the other male moved, letting out a small groan, and finally Himchan realized who he was laying naked in bed with.
Kim Ryeowook.
How the hell did this happen? How... did he manage to end up, naked, in a hotel room, with Ryeowook? Or… anyone from Super Junior?
This was all just too strange. Where the hell was he, anyway? Would it be rude to leave before the other woke up? Himchan reached over and grabbed his phone, the only message was from Yongguk, who had been with him last night, asking where he’d gone. He decided not to indulge the leader with the details, at least until he himself knew them.
Himchan glanced over, and noticed his companion had woken up, and evidently was just as confused as he was, staring at him quizzically.
Ryeowook spoke first. “I take it you have no idea what happened last night, either?”
Himchan just laughed softly, setting his phone aside. “Not a clue.”
The older male just nodded in understanding and sat up. In any other situation, he would have grabbed his phone and checked it, but unlike Himchan- well, he thought that was the other’s name- his phone was in the pocket of his jeans, which he discovered with a visual sweep of the room, were near the bathroom door. That meant the only way he could retrieve them would be to get out and walk naked across the room, which he decided was not the ideal thing to do. Yes, considering their mutual state of undress, it was safe to assume they’d already gotten past the whole seeing-each other-naked thing, but they were both sober now.
So, what now? Were they just supposed to sit here awkwa-okay, Himchan had gotten up and was sifting through the clothes abandoned on the floor, throwing Ryeowook’s clothes in his general direction. Oh, and of course he was naked. Stark naked. With pale, porcelain skin. Muscular.
Ryeowook had a mental battle over whether or not he should be staring, but decided not to make a big deal of it. The other was beautiful and he was just enjoying the fact. Nothing weird about that, right? As soon as his own pantleg smacked him in the face, he got up, pulling them on.
It was Himchan’s turn to stare. Lightly toned abs, a lovely V-line, flawless skin… he smirked. And that’s when Ryeowook noticed him of course, the confused look back on his face.
“Um..?” He offered as a half-assed way of asking what Himchan was staring at.
“..Oh, sorry. I just suddenly remembered why I left with you last night.” Himchan responded casually, working on getting his own jeans on. Ryeowook was speechless at that, barely peeping out an ‘oh’ as he grabbed his phone to try and distract himself. He was horribly embarrassed, or flattered, or something, he couldn’t quite grasp the exact emotion. But, at least nobody had questioned his whereabouts the night before, in fact, there was only one message, from Kyuhyun, teasing him about ‘getting lucky’.
“So, did you have fun last night?” This was Himchan’s painfully awkward way of breaking the silence. Well, that, and he was curious. He didn’t remember the exact activities from last night, but maybe Ryeowook did.
Ryeowook wanted to run away now, but… well, Himchan seemed nice enough. Plus, he was blocking the door. He pulled his shirt over his head, and went hunting for the rest of his clothes. “…Um… yeah, I guess I did.” Oh, condom wrapper on the floor. At least they were safe. “I don’t really remember.” Of course, as he said that, everything slowly started coming back to him. His body reminded him that he was was on bottom this time. Ryeowook made a mental note to take a long shower as soon as he got home.
“Good. I hope I wasn’t too rough.” Himchan mentioned, and Ryeowook’s face turned bright red. “Judging by the bite marks on your neck, I was…” Himchan had finished dressing, and just grinned at the other’s reaction. “It must have been good.”
“I’m sure.” Ryeowook said softly, really wishing Himchan would just shut the hell up for a little while so he could forget about having a one-night stand with a stranger.
“So I took the liberty of putting your number in my phone before I handed back your pants.” Himchan admitted, rather proudly from the tone of his voice. “So maybe we can do it again sober?”
“What?! I-“ But Ryeowook was cut off.
“I’m paying for the room this time. I’ll text you tomorrow night, okay?” And with that, Himchan was gone. Ryeowook just stared at the door, wondering what the hell had just happened. Did he want a second night of this? He had no idea. Sighing, he finished dressing and commenced the walk of shame down the hall, through the lobby and out the door.
He realized halfway home that, hell yes, he wanted another night.