Liquor store
Title: Liquor store
Pairing: JB/Youngjae
Rating: PG
WC: 657
Summary: [college!AU] BYOB should've been mandatory, so Jaebum and Youngjae wouldn't have to do the work for their drunkass friends.
A/N: I almost managed to post around 1:31AM this time but i'm late, dang it x.x Seriously,though,can my titles be any lamer??
AO3 || AFF
*masterpost*
From the same night:
Liquor store || Lemon soju, tequila for me, mojito for you || Sport drinks and painkillers
“Why did you agree when Jinyoung asked us to get more drinks,aish…”
Jaebum and Youngjae are walking the two blocks that separate the dorms and the liquor store, dispatched to get more alcohol for Jinyoung and Jackson’s party.
“The party is his, he should’ve planned it better,” Jaebum laments as he zips his leather jacket up against the chilly night, “maybe add a ‘bring your own booze’ note to the facebook invite.”
“We were the most sober in there and he probably didn’t expect so many people to show up,” Youngjae reasons while skipping ahead, his open coat flapping every which way with every bounce. Jaebum questions how sober the younger boy really is. “But I agree with the BYOB.”
They just crossed the street, the store’s neon sign already in sight, when Jaebum reaches for Youngjae’s shoulder, making the younger boy spin on the spot. He fiddles with the lapels of Youngjae’s coat to force it closed as best as he can, especially in the neck area, only to have his hands pushed away; Youngjae is smiling, though, so it’s all good.
“I’m not cold, mom, just leave it,” the shorter boy drawls, a teasing glint in his eyes as he looks up at Jaebum, “Besides, how else am I going to sneak out some extra bottles if I don’t keep my coat open?”
Jaebum halts in surprise in front of his roommate’s mischievous grin, the single drink he had back at the party loosening the younger up a bit. He then levels Youngjae with a partly stern, partly accomplice look when he says, “You little shit. You’re hanging out with Bambam and Yugyeom too much lately, I’ll let you know,” then proceeds to envelop the younger in an almost-headlock.
They walk the few meters that separate them from their destination snug like that, with Youngjae keeping his hands on the arm Jaebum has around his neck in half-hearted attempts at freeing himself. It takes all of the elder’s willpower not to look down at Youngjae’s pinkish cheeks and content grin, because if his roommate were to look up with that blinding smile of his Jaebum isn’t sure he’ll be able to resist those lips.
They unwrap before entering the store and give the owner a quick nod as they head to the fridges.
“More beer?”
“More beer. Should we take cans, bottles or kegs?”
“There aren’t any kegs in the fridges, though, it’ll be like drinking piss. Let’s stock up on cans.”
After figuring out how to juggle too many beer packs for two people, they file to the cashier, Jaebum in the lead with the most packs under his arms and Jinyoung’s credit card secured in his jacket’s pocket. They don’t dare to ask for a cart of some sort and neither does the owner offer them one, so the two friends walk cautiously back to the dorms, loaded like mules.
It isn’t until they’ve crossed the street on the way back that they stop to crack their backs and stretch their arms. With a loud ‘whew!’ Youngjae lifts up from his half-crouched position, glancing at Jaebum applying pressure to his back. He approaches the elder, concerned about how long it’s taking him to heal (due to his stubbornness, let’s be real).
“You okay?” Youngjae asks, covering one of Jaebum’s fists on his back with his own.
Jaebum startles, his pained grimace morphing in a wide-eyed shifty mess.
“Y-Yeah, I’m okay. We’re almost there, come on, let’s go,” he hurries, bending down to start picking the packs up, but is stopped once again by Youngjae, who throws a glance in the direction of the liquor store before opening his coat like a flasher.
“What about a shot to recharge?”
Jaebum stares bug eyed at the clear bottles of vodka and tequila each hanging--just barely--in the inner pockets (or is it extra fabric?) of Youngjae’s garment.
“Holy shit you really did it.”
Pairing: JB/Youngjae
Rating: PG
WC: 657
Summary: [college!AU] BYOB should've been mandatory, so Jaebum and Youngjae wouldn't have to do the work for their drunkass friends.
A/N: I almost managed to post around 1:31AM this time but i'm late, dang it x.x Seriously,though,can my titles be any lamer??
AO3 || AFF
*masterpost*
From the same night:
Liquor store || Lemon soju, tequila for me, mojito for you || Sport drinks and painkillers
“Why did you agree when Jinyoung asked us to get more drinks,aish…”
Jaebum and Youngjae are walking the two blocks that separate the dorms and the liquor store, dispatched to get more alcohol for Jinyoung and Jackson’s party.
“The party is his, he should’ve planned it better,” Jaebum laments as he zips his leather jacket up against the chilly night, “maybe add a ‘bring your own booze’ note to the facebook invite.”
“We were the most sober in there and he probably didn’t expect so many people to show up,” Youngjae reasons while skipping ahead, his open coat flapping every which way with every bounce. Jaebum questions how sober the younger boy really is. “But I agree with the BYOB.”
They just crossed the street, the store’s neon sign already in sight, when Jaebum reaches for Youngjae’s shoulder, making the younger boy spin on the spot. He fiddles with the lapels of Youngjae’s coat to force it closed as best as he can, especially in the neck area, only to have his hands pushed away; Youngjae is smiling, though, so it’s all good.
“I’m not cold, mom, just leave it,” the shorter boy drawls, a teasing glint in his eyes as he looks up at Jaebum, “Besides, how else am I going to sneak out some extra bottles if I don’t keep my coat open?”
Jaebum halts in surprise in front of his roommate’s mischievous grin, the single drink he had back at the party loosening the younger up a bit. He then levels Youngjae with a partly stern, partly accomplice look when he says, “You little shit. You’re hanging out with Bambam and Yugyeom too much lately, I’ll let you know,” then proceeds to envelop the younger in an almost-headlock.
They walk the few meters that separate them from their destination snug like that, with Youngjae keeping his hands on the arm Jaebum has around his neck in half-hearted attempts at freeing himself. It takes all of the elder’s willpower not to look down at Youngjae’s pinkish cheeks and content grin, because if his roommate were to look up with that blinding smile of his Jaebum isn’t sure he’ll be able to resist those lips.
They unwrap before entering the store and give the owner a quick nod as they head to the fridges.
“More beer?”
“More beer. Should we take cans, bottles or kegs?”
“There aren’t any kegs in the fridges, though, it’ll be like drinking piss. Let’s stock up on cans.”
After figuring out how to juggle too many beer packs for two people, they file to the cashier, Jaebum in the lead with the most packs under his arms and Jinyoung’s credit card secured in his jacket’s pocket. They don’t dare to ask for a cart of some sort and neither does the owner offer them one, so the two friends walk cautiously back to the dorms, loaded like mules.
It isn’t until they’ve crossed the street on the way back that they stop to crack their backs and stretch their arms. With a loud ‘whew!’ Youngjae lifts up from his half-crouched position, glancing at Jaebum applying pressure to his back. He approaches the elder, concerned about how long it’s taking him to heal (due to his stubbornness, let’s be real).
“You okay?” Youngjae asks, covering one of Jaebum’s fists on his back with his own.
Jaebum startles, his pained grimace morphing in a wide-eyed shifty mess.
“Y-Yeah, I’m okay. We’re almost there, come on, let’s go,” he hurries, bending down to start picking the packs up, but is stopped once again by Youngjae, who throws a glance in the direction of the liquor store before opening his coat like a flasher.
“What about a shot to recharge?”
Jaebum stares bug eyed at the clear bottles of vodka and tequila each hanging--just barely--in the inner pockets (or is it extra fabric?) of Youngjae’s garment.
“Holy shit you really did it.”