Drunk
Title: Drunk
Author: fwalpaca
Pairing: Junghyung/Hyunseung
Rating: PG-R
Summary: Junhyung will have to take this to his grave.
a/n: Since I got a job at McDonald's two months ago, this actually happened to me. Not sure if I should laugh or cry.
But greetings, it's been a while. C=
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He wasn't sure how he got here.
.
It was suspicious, he knew that much. He vaguely remembered drinking, which he wasn't supposed to be doing in the first place. They were at a party of some sort, that his brain decided to forget what it was actually for part way through the night. He remembered being placed in the back of a cab, he remembered his phone being taken out of his pant pocket by a seemingly faceless person and he remembered being stripped (by that same person) of his blazer and tie in the room he was currently in.
.
“He's not feeling very well right now.” He heard a familiar voice echo from another room. “Yes, it's quite alright Mrs. Yong, it's really not a problem. I'll have him call you again in the morning.” And he knew exactly who this figure was.
.
In his drunken, half asleep state, he managed to prop himself up into a sitting position with both arms outstretched behind him. His head spun, threatening to knock him back onto the bed, but it passed with some patience. He kicked his legs over the side, and attempted to stand, but when he toppled, he was able to balance himself with the help of the opposite wall. He stayed leaning against the wall, afraid that if he moved any more, he would simply fall over again.
.
His body felt stiff and heavy, as if an invisible force were trying to pull him downwards; his legs were already shaking from the weight of himself. His bangs stuck to his face in a peculiar way, he presumed it was the manner in which he was sleeping and that he had been working up a cold sweat whilst doing so. His breathing was also uneven, it felt difficult to inhale, he was short of breath actually.
.
“Hyunseung...” He called weakly.
.
The figure, which now had a recognizable face, appeared in the doorway and scurried over to him.
.
“Junhyung, you shouldn't be out of bed.” He said with a stern tone.
.
Hyunseung happened to be one of his managers at work, he had never seen this side of him, although they have only had a few shifts together once or twice. But even when their mutual friend Kikwang spoke of him at work, he had always mentioned him being the timid and awkward type. Which proved to be true during the off chance they worked together. However, Junhyung had to assume the other had been drinking as well, since Kikwang had also mentioned how much Hyunseung loved to drink when the occasion called for it. Perhaps the alcohol was affecting them both.
.
Junhyung felt a cool tingling sensation behind his neck which traveled down his spine into his hips, causing him to jerk forward off the wall and into the other male. Hyunseung hadn't planned for that to happen when he placed his hand on Junhyung's neck, but since it had, he wrapped his free arm around the waist of the falling boy. And in the midst of his panic, Junhyung forcefully tugged on the collar of Hyunseung's dress shirt, pulling out all but two buttons at the bottom which were previously tucked nicely away in his pants. They both landed, surprisingly gently, onto the bed in the middle of the room.
.
They both tensed, centimeters away from each others' faces and their legs tangled together at the edge of the mattress. Hyunseung had an arm stuck under Junhyung's head, and his other still on the boy's hip. Junhyung, unsure what to do with his arms, was still grasping the collar of the now open shirt with one fist and the other had balled up some of the bedsheets beneath him.
.
If Junhyung had blinked even for a millisecond, he was sure he would've missed the sly smirk that spread across Hyunseung's lips before they crashed onto his own. The kissing was sloppy, he could admit, but neither of them really seemed to mind it. Junhyung now hand both his arms around Hyunseung's neck in attempt to prolong their make-out session. However, Hyunseung pushed both of Junhyung's wrists onto the mattress beside his head, making sure he couldn't move, Hyunseung trailed his kisses down the other boy's neck.
.
Hyunseung lightly grazed his teeth over the skin just behind Junhyung's ear in a teasing manner.
.
'He wouldn't.' Junhyung thought, almost in a pleading way.
.
But he did.
.
Junhyung shot up from his laying position and shouted loudly in shock. “He bit me!” He looked around the room; he was back in his own bed, in his own room, in his own house. He rubbed his freshly awoken face in the palm of his hands and sighed. “Holy- that dream almost felt real.”
.
This would now be one of those secrets he has take to his grave; having a sexual fantasy about your boss.
Author: fwalpaca
Pairing: Junghyung/Hyunseung
Rating: PG-R
Summary: Junhyung will have to take this to his grave.
a/n: Since I got a job at McDonald's two months ago, this actually happened to me. Not sure if I should laugh or cry.
But greetings, it's been a while. C=
--
He wasn't sure how he got here.
.
It was suspicious, he knew that much. He vaguely remembered drinking, which he wasn't supposed to be doing in the first place. They were at a party of some sort, that his brain decided to forget what it was actually for part way through the night. He remembered being placed in the back of a cab, he remembered his phone being taken out of his pant pocket by a seemingly faceless person and he remembered being stripped (by that same person) of his blazer and tie in the room he was currently in.
.
“He's not feeling very well right now.” He heard a familiar voice echo from another room. “Yes, it's quite alright Mrs. Yong, it's really not a problem. I'll have him call you again in the morning.” And he knew exactly who this figure was.
.
In his drunken, half asleep state, he managed to prop himself up into a sitting position with both arms outstretched behind him. His head spun, threatening to knock him back onto the bed, but it passed with some patience. He kicked his legs over the side, and attempted to stand, but when he toppled, he was able to balance himself with the help of the opposite wall. He stayed leaning against the wall, afraid that if he moved any more, he would simply fall over again.
.
His body felt stiff and heavy, as if an invisible force were trying to pull him downwards; his legs were already shaking from the weight of himself. His bangs stuck to his face in a peculiar way, he presumed it was the manner in which he was sleeping and that he had been working up a cold sweat whilst doing so. His breathing was also uneven, it felt difficult to inhale, he was short of breath actually.
.
“Hyunseung...” He called weakly.
.
The figure, which now had a recognizable face, appeared in the doorway and scurried over to him.
.
“Junhyung, you shouldn't be out of bed.” He said with a stern tone.
.
Hyunseung happened to be one of his managers at work, he had never seen this side of him, although they have only had a few shifts together once or twice. But even when their mutual friend Kikwang spoke of him at work, he had always mentioned him being the timid and awkward type. Which proved to be true during the off chance they worked together. However, Junhyung had to assume the other had been drinking as well, since Kikwang had also mentioned how much Hyunseung loved to drink when the occasion called for it. Perhaps the alcohol was affecting them both.
.
Junhyung felt a cool tingling sensation behind his neck which traveled down his spine into his hips, causing him to jerk forward off the wall and into the other male. Hyunseung hadn't planned for that to happen when he placed his hand on Junhyung's neck, but since it had, he wrapped his free arm around the waist of the falling boy. And in the midst of his panic, Junhyung forcefully tugged on the collar of Hyunseung's dress shirt, pulling out all but two buttons at the bottom which were previously tucked nicely away in his pants. They both landed, surprisingly gently, onto the bed in the middle of the room.
.
They both tensed, centimeters away from each others' faces and their legs tangled together at the edge of the mattress. Hyunseung had an arm stuck under Junhyung's head, and his other still on the boy's hip. Junhyung, unsure what to do with his arms, was still grasping the collar of the now open shirt with one fist and the other had balled up some of the bedsheets beneath him.
.
If Junhyung had blinked even for a millisecond, he was sure he would've missed the sly smirk that spread across Hyunseung's lips before they crashed onto his own. The kissing was sloppy, he could admit, but neither of them really seemed to mind it. Junhyung now hand both his arms around Hyunseung's neck in attempt to prolong their make-out session. However, Hyunseung pushed both of Junhyung's wrists onto the mattress beside his head, making sure he couldn't move, Hyunseung trailed his kisses down the other boy's neck.
.
Hyunseung lightly grazed his teeth over the skin just behind Junhyung's ear in a teasing manner.
.
'He wouldn't.' Junhyung thought, almost in a pleading way.
.
But he did.
.
Junhyung shot up from his laying position and shouted loudly in shock. “He bit me!” He looked around the room; he was back in his own bed, in his own room, in his own house. He rubbed his freshly awoken face in the palm of his hands and sighed. “Holy- that dream almost felt real.”
.
This would now be one of those secrets he has take to his grave; having a sexual fantasy about your boss.