Fifthmus Fic: A Cautionary Tale (for collocations, from aoyagi)
TITLE: A Cautionary Tale
AUTHOR: aoyagi aka Shan
RECIPIENT: collocations, requests
PAIRING: Yeongha+Suyeong
WARNINGS: PG-13 for cursing
SUMMARY: Yeongha gets drunk. Suyeong helps him. Sort of.
The first thing that Yeongha became acutely aware of was a head-splitting headache, quickly intensifying with every second he was awake. Next came the disgusting feeling that he had been chewing on a wad of moss before sleep - and the dryness in his mouth didn’t help the sensation. He wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, relieve his stomach perhaps, and definitely brush his teeth, but the cautionary movement he made caused his head to hurt even more. He opted to stay in bed and hide his face in the pillows; there was no light to assault his eyes.
“If you need to vomit, I put a bucket by your side of the bed,” came a voice from somewhere in the room. It sounded suspiciously like Suyeong. “Use it. I’m not cleaning up after you anymore.”
Yeongha groaned in annoyance and his throat protested at the abuse. He couldn’t properly gather his thoughts but something told him this wasn’t right.
“Where am I?” he asked, trying really hard to ignore the foul taste in his mouth.
“What do you think?” Suyeong clipped.
“I’d like to point out that I have the hangover from hell, my mouth feels like I ate horseshit for dinner and my brain cells are still swimming in the alcohol I had yesterday, so I’m not really up to thinking at the moment,” Yeongha replied, his words slightly muffled by the pillow.
Still outside of Yeongha’s sight, Suyeong chuckled audibly.
“You sound coherent enough,” he pointed out. “But, for your benefit - yes, this is my apartment. You got drunk off your ass and nobody was willing to take you home in such a pitiful state.”
Yeongha thought about it for a moment, the pain not helping the attempt. “Bullshit. There were plenty of women who would have loved to take me home.”
Suyeong finally deigned to come around the bed and stoop beside Yeongha.
“Your point?” he asked, his smirk foretelling nothing good. “I got excellent blackmail material on you. I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”
Yeongha really wanted to leap to his feet and wipe off that smirk with a couple of well-placed punches, but the sole thought of movement hurt his head even more.
“You motherfucker,” he cursed.
“Oh, no worries, your moment of weakness is safe with me. For now,” Suyeong smiled even wider. He looked like he might start cackling any moment. “It would be stupid to just tell everybody about how you barfed into that ancient vase at the institute, how you sang bad enka in the taxi and how you stripped in the elevator.”
“I don’t know any enka,” Yeongha growled, feeling murderous.
“I have it recorded,” Suyeong retaliated and jumped away as Yeongha finally focused enough to throw a half-assed punch.
“I hate you,” he proclaimed with feeling.
“Yes, clearly,” Sueyong said with a shrug. “Once you’re done with that extremely entertaining thought, though, I’ve made some tea and malgeunguk. It will help settle your stomach and lessen the headache. Painkillers are on the bedside table.”
Yeongha watched as Sueyong stood up and stalked away.
“Also, make sure you put on some clothing. I’m really done looking at your naked ass.”
The pillow missed Sueyong by a long shot and a new wave of nausea made Yeongha groan out loud. Note to self for the future, he decided: no more binging on alcohol.
AUTHOR: aoyagi aka Shan
RECIPIENT: collocations, requests
PAIRING: Yeongha+Suyeong
WARNINGS: PG-13 for cursing
SUMMARY: Yeongha gets drunk. Suyeong helps him. Sort of.
The first thing that Yeongha became acutely aware of was a head-splitting headache, quickly intensifying with every second he was awake. Next came the disgusting feeling that he had been chewing on a wad of moss before sleep - and the dryness in his mouth didn’t help the sensation. He wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, relieve his stomach perhaps, and definitely brush his teeth, but the cautionary movement he made caused his head to hurt even more. He opted to stay in bed and hide his face in the pillows; there was no light to assault his eyes.
“If you need to vomit, I put a bucket by your side of the bed,” came a voice from somewhere in the room. It sounded suspiciously like Suyeong. “Use it. I’m not cleaning up after you anymore.”
Yeongha groaned in annoyance and his throat protested at the abuse. He couldn’t properly gather his thoughts but something told him this wasn’t right.
“Where am I?” he asked, trying really hard to ignore the foul taste in his mouth.
“What do you think?” Suyeong clipped.
“I’d like to point out that I have the hangover from hell, my mouth feels like I ate horseshit for dinner and my brain cells are still swimming in the alcohol I had yesterday, so I’m not really up to thinking at the moment,” Yeongha replied, his words slightly muffled by the pillow.
Still outside of Yeongha’s sight, Suyeong chuckled audibly.
“You sound coherent enough,” he pointed out. “But, for your benefit - yes, this is my apartment. You got drunk off your ass and nobody was willing to take you home in such a pitiful state.”
Yeongha thought about it for a moment, the pain not helping the attempt. “Bullshit. There were plenty of women who would have loved to take me home.”
Suyeong finally deigned to come around the bed and stoop beside Yeongha.
“Your point?” he asked, his smirk foretelling nothing good. “I got excellent blackmail material on you. I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”
Yeongha really wanted to leap to his feet and wipe off that smirk with a couple of well-placed punches, but the sole thought of movement hurt his head even more.
“You motherfucker,” he cursed.
“Oh, no worries, your moment of weakness is safe with me. For now,” Suyeong smiled even wider. He looked like he might start cackling any moment. “It would be stupid to just tell everybody about how you barfed into that ancient vase at the institute, how you sang bad enka in the taxi and how you stripped in the elevator.”
“I don’t know any enka,” Yeongha growled, feeling murderous.
“I have it recorded,” Suyeong retaliated and jumped away as Yeongha finally focused enough to throw a half-assed punch.
“I hate you,” he proclaimed with feeling.
“Yes, clearly,” Sueyong said with a shrug. “Once you’re done with that extremely entertaining thought, though, I’ve made some tea and malgeunguk. It will help settle your stomach and lessen the headache. Painkillers are on the bedside table.”
Yeongha watched as Sueyong stood up and stalked away.
“Also, make sure you put on some clothing. I’m really done looking at your naked ass.”
The pillow missed Sueyong by a long shot and a new wave of nausea made Yeongha groan out loud. Note to self for the future, he decided: no more binging on alcohol.