I like us better when we're wasted (2/2)

[kojafras]

Jongdae’s trying to figure out which questions he should include on the final, since it’s only a fortnight away, when someone knocks on the door. He looks over at the only other TA in the room, who shrugs. Neither of them are expecting anyone. “Um, come in?”

Oh Sehun steps into the room and Jongdae bangs his knee on the bottom of his desk when he moves to sit straight. What the hell. He glances at the other TA, who looks confused. Dammit. Then Sehun has to be here for him. The kid opens his mouth.

“Look, I’m busy right now,” Jongdae hisses, turning back to his computer. When he looks back up, Sehun is frowning.

“But,” the boy begins, walking over to stand in front of his desk, “this is your office hour, right?”

Jongdae narrows his eyes. “Yes. This is where I help students with any problems they have. So, if a student with an actual problem comes in, you’ll need to-”

“I need help.”

Jongdae stops, caught by surprise. He turns the screen of his desktop away and scoots his chair over so that he and Sehun are staring right at each other, though Sehun is standing so he has to crane his neck upwards. “With what?”

Sehun falls into the seat across from Jongdae and taps his fingers on the arms of the chair, looking around the room. “I’m a little uneasy about… things.”

“Things. Right.” Jongdae holds himself back from rolling his eyes and catches the gaze of the other TA in the room, who’s looking at him like he’s an asshole for not jumping to help the poor little freshman. Jongdae flips him off and turns back to Sehun, rummaging around in his bag for a copy of the cumulative quiz he was going to give the other day, but decided not to last minute and turned the class into a free-for-all review before the last test-not including the final. “Here. I’ll use this like a diagnostic and see what you’re shaky on.”

Sehun nods and sets to work, pulling a calculator and pen out of his bag.

Jongdae shakes his head sternly. “No calculator. And a pen? This isn’t English, this is Math and you’re going to use a pencil. Now put that infernal thing away.”

Slowly, Sehun puts both items back in his bag and takes out a tiny pencil.

Jongdae squints at the blunt tip. “What, did you find that on the ground somewhere?” At Sehun’s nod, Jongdae rolls his eyes and gets back to work, making sure that there is no way that Sehun could catch what is on his screen.

It’s a sixty question test, and Jongdae had planned on giving the class the entire period to finish it anyway, so when an hour passes he doesn’t think anything of it. The other TA packs up and shoots Jongdae a glare before leaving-Jongdae flips him off. Art History majors all have that stupid holier-than-thou attitude. But then, Chanyeol says the same about Math majors-and it’s just the two of them left. Jongdae finishes setting up the test, figuring he’ll make the actual test and answer key some time next week. Sehun’s still working on the test, so he pulls out his phone. Jongdae has just screwed himself over in yet another game of solitaire when Sehun taps him on the arm. Jongdae jumps back.

“I’m done,” the boy announces, holding out his paper. His pencil is little more than a stub, now.

Jongdae accepts the sheet and feels a myriad of horrified expressions cross his face as he flips through the papers. Finally, he’s able to school his expression into one of nonchalance and he looks up. Sehuns staring at him, frowning slightly.

“That bad, huh?”

Jongdae shakes his head. “No, you didn’t get them all wrong.” He feels a little bad when the kid’s face lights up. “You got two right.”

Sehun drops his head onto the table and groans with vigor. Jongdae is a little worried to find that he can easily tell the difference between the kid’s groans of pleasure and those of irritation. He needs to take a break. Live as a hermit in the countryside. Repent.

“Look, it’s not a big deal. You just need to find a tutor.” He goes back to his computer and pulls up his contacts. “I can hook you up with a couple people and then you can call them about times and-”

“No,” Sehun interrupts, eyes on his awful test. “No, I want you to tutor me.”

“Look, kid,” Jongdae snaps, eyes narrowing. “I don’t know what you’re trying to pull here. I’m not stupid, okay. I’m not going to fulfill some weird tutor kink that you-”

“I’m not!” Sehun whines, surging forward and latching onto Jongdae’s arm. The TA tries to shake him free but gives up after a minute. The kid’s a parasite. “I really, really don’t want to fail this class. I’m a dance major, man. I wasn’t cut out for all these numbers. And letters. I mean, what the hell is that?”

Jongdae discreetly pulls up Sehun’s grade and winces. Kid’s right. He’s not gonna pass unless he starts picking things up. It’s not terrible though, Jongdae has a couple more assignments and Sehun could feasibly pass the class. His eyes skim upward and stop on one Kim Jongin. He frowns. “Hey, your roommate is getting a B. Can’t you get him to help you out?”

Sehun shakes his head. “Jongin sold his soul to the devil for his math ability and I will be taking no part in helping him harness his devil powers,” he pauses, “also he’s got dance practice every day and he’s really tired when he gets home.”

“Ah,” Jongdae hums understandingly.

“That’s why I really need you to tutor me. Jongdae-Mr. Kim, please,” Sehun pleads, looking up at him with big, watery eyes and Jongdae is having problems trying to remember that this is the kid that fucked him just a couple of weeks ago.

He groans, never one to hold his ground very well. “Ugh, fine.”

They agree on seven o’clock, starting the next day. The déjà vu doesn’t escape Jongdae as he hikes up the stairs, worksheets that he had carefully chosen safe in his backpack inside a folder with Oh Sehun scrawled on the cover. Jongdae’s tutored before, it was good pocket money when he was an undergrad, but never for someone he’s slept with before. Jongdae’s usually pretty good about going for people he’ll never see again. He’s been fucked by a lot of Art majors; they’re good with their hands and Jongdae would never be caught dead in the Art building. Sometimes he has nightmares about his Art History final back in sophomore year.

He only wavers slightly when he knocks on the front door of twenty-seventeen, looking up and down the hall only to find that it’s pretty much deserted. Most of them must be at clubs or practice.

The door swings open and Jongdae lets himself breathe a little easier when he sees that Oh Sehun is wearing a shirt this time, though it’s a little baggy but whatever. A shirt is a shirt and Oh Sehun is a stick. Jongdae’s shirts would probably be big on him though they might be short, ending just above the kid’s waist and showing a sliver of milky-focus, Jongdae.

“You came!” Sehun sounds just a little surprised, ushering Jongdae into his room and returning to a desk hidden in the corner of the room.

Jongdae slips his shoes off and grabs the chair from the other desk and pulls it over, sitting a good foot away from the desk. He sets his backpack on the ground and pulls out the folder, flipping through the papers. He pulls out one and hands it to Sehun. “We’ll start with this.” The kid nods and gets to work. Jongdae cracks open a book he needs to have finished by the weekend and rummages around in his backpack for his glasses case, settling them on his nose before he starts reading.

“Done,” Sehun shouts a few minutes later, shoving the paper in Jongdae’s face.

The TA huffs and closes the book, looking over the paper. He’s aware of Sehun’s gaze even as he keeps his eyes glued to the blurry, heavily erased answers. “What is it?”

Sehun keeps staring. “You’re wearing glasses.”

“Yeah,” Jongdae hums, making mental notes as he glosses over answers, frowning slightly, “I forgot to put in my contacts this morning.” He doesn’t look up, and pretends not to hear Sehun’s muffled chuckle or the whispered cute that follows.

“Most of these are wrong and I can’t even tell how you messed it up because you don’t include any of your work. Now, do it again but talk it through,” Jongdae orders, slapping the paper back on the desk. Sehun nods obediently, undeterred, as he explains his steps, though he makes each action seem more like a question. Jongdae stops him to make corrections and before they know it, an hour’s passed. Sehun has tried another paper and gotten a little less than half right, and Jongdae is pleased with their progress. They agree on another session, same time the next day.

Tutoring Sehun is easy. Each time Jongdae steps into the room-he just opens the door now, it’s always unlocked-Sehun is seated at the desk already, incessant whining filling the room until Jongdae sets a paper down on the desk and Sehun stops, quietly getting to work as Jongdae settles in beside him.

The kids learns fast. He pays attention when Jongdae offers advice and makes consistent process. When he finally gets all the questions correct on a worksheet without having to redo anything, he throws his arms around Jongdae and kisses him, then goes back to work before Jongdae can even make a sound of protest.

After that, Sehun kisses him every night when he leaves; on the cheek, on his forehead-because the kid is so damn tall-and sometimes teasingly on the lips before pushing Jongdae outside with a smirk, shutting the door behind him.

And when he’s not tutoring Sehun or teaching, he’s in the library, where more often than not Kim Jongin is lurking, waiting for Jongdae to appear so that he can fall into the chair beside him and nap on his shoulder for an hour or two. Jongdae finds that, despite the frequency, he really doesn’t mind. Especially when Jongin begins leaving little pecks on Jongdae’s cheek as thank yous before hurrying off to class.

It makes Jongdae feel like a dishonest boyfriend, coming home to Baekhyun and a table full of food after spending time with freshmen that Baekhyun doesn’t even know about. But then he remembers that Baekhyun and he aren’t a thing and he doesn’t feel so bad anymore. Especially when Baekhyun goes on and on about the boy working in the post office with the amazing hands.

“They’re magic,” he tells Jongdae one night over pizza and a romcom, “it’s like they know exactly where to touch and god. Jongdae. Wow. Hands.”

Jongdae throws a pizza at his face and stares at his hands when Baekhyun yelps and looks over at him. “Hands. Wow.”

Baekhyun lobs a remote control at his head.

It makes contact and Jongdae rolls onto the ground dramatically. But he’s happy for Baekhyun. It’s nice that his friend has someone. Jongdae has… two people? Maybe? Jongdae isn’t really sure what he has. He’s still frowning when Baekhyun gifts him with a pillow, gasping in mock horror as the protagonist witnesses her boytoy with another girl.

Jongdae opens the door of twenty-seventeen armed with a pile of worksheets. Finals are just three days away and Sehun’s on the verge of passing. He’ll only make it if he does well on the final, and Jongdae’s going to do everything in his power to help him succeed.

“Hey, are you-” Jongdae stops dead when he sees that it’s not just Sehun in the room. The boy is seated at his desk, head on the the thigh of Kim Jongin, who’s perched atop the desk. They’re both staring at Jongdae. He backs up against the door, which has already closed behind him. He feels like a cornered animal. He swallows around the feeling and looks around the room. “I thought Jongin had dance practice at seven.”

“I do,” Jongin says at the same time Sehun mutters, “he does.” They meets gazes and Sehun cocks an eyebrow at the boy, who stiffens and looks at the ground. “Dumbass twisted his ankle,” Sehun explains, nodding towards the bandaged foot resting by his side, “he can’t dance for a couple days.”

“Oh. Sorry to hear that,” Jongdae mumbles, reaching behind himself for the handle, “I’ll go, then. We can reschedule or-”

“Actually,” Jongin interrupts, speaking up, “we were wondering if you wouldn’t mind doing something other than teaching Sehun basic math this time.”

“Jongin’s just upset that I’ve fucked you and he hasn’t,” Sehun announces, not even wincing when Jongin slaps his shoulder. He stands and starts to make his way over to Jongdae. “You’ve got finals next week too, right? Why don’t you let us take care of you for a bit, get rid of some of the stress?”

Jongdae opens his mouth to protest, but then Sehun’s right on top of him, leaning down just slightly to steal the words from Jongdae’s lips. Jongdae hates how easy he is. He curses himself silently for being so weak, and then allows himself to melt into the kiss, backpack falling to the ground and hands coming up to rest on Oh Sehun’s bony hips. He can feel the kid smirking into the kiss and bites down on his lower lip in retribution. Sehun only kisses him harder, forcing Jongdae to cling to his front as he maneuvers them away from the door, lips still locked.

When they break for air, Sehun steps back and Jongdae flounders for a second until Sehun’s gentle grip is replaced by careful, warm hands and insistent lips are meeting his own. Jongin kisses without tongue long enough to annoy Jongdae, who tries quite a few times to coax the boy into a deeper kiss, only to be refused, chuckles tangible under his hands. Finally, Jongin licks into Jongdae’s open mouth and he moans in appreciation, allowing the younger to take all he wants.

Jongdae feels small, very small, in Jongin’s hands. He threads his arms around the boy’s neck and groans as the younger ghosts his hands down Jongdae’s sides until he’s cupping his ass through his jeans. Jongdae bemoans all the fabric between them and battles between removing his hands from Jongin’s neck to try and pull their shirts off, for starters. Ultimately, he loses and keeps his arms locked, fingers playing idly with Jongin’s thick hair. The younger makes appreciative noises and Jongdae can feel them better than he hears them, pressed up against the broad chest. Dancing does amazing things to the human body, Jongdae thinks distractedly.

He is pleased to find Jongin hard through his own pants when Jongdae rocks his hips forward. Though the smugness quickly dissolves into want when Jongin kneads his ass, hands slipping into Jongdae’s pockets. He moans brokenly into the kiss that has devolved into a needy mess, Jongin breaking apart to mouth at Jongdae’s jaw, leaving nothing to muffle the older’s breathy pants and high-pitched moans as he desperately searches for more, rocking his hips against Jongin’s, as far as their embrace allows.

To be completely honest, Jongdae’s already forgotten about Sehun. So he startles slightly when fingers pull at the hem of his shirt, causing Jongin to laugh against his neck, still moving his lips lazily against Jongdae’s reddened skin. He stops for a second to help Sehun rid Jongdae of his shirt, then returns to the patch of skin that will definitely be dark and bruised given a few hours.

Jongdae allows a pleased noise to escape his throat when Sehun presses against his back. Sehun had pulled off most of his clothes while Jongin was kissing Jongdae breathless, taking his time to watch the two in the process. The skin-against-skin contact is more than welcome, and Jongdae sighs as Sehun kisses his shoulder, barely more than the light pressure of his lips.

Together, Sehun and Jongin manage to pull Jongdae over to the bed, though it requires Jongin to pull away from Jongdae’s previously unmarred neck, and he only does so after nipping the skin in displeasure. Sehun pulls away and Jongin pushes forward, forcing Jongdae backwards onto the mattress. While the older tries to get his bearings, Sehun pulls Jongin into a rough kiss, teeth mashing and hands twisting and pulling at each other’s hair. They break apart only to tear away clothes, and when Jongin returns to Jongdae, he’s naked and his skin is blotchy, hair a mess. But he wastes no time in bending down to kiss Jongdae softly despite the urgency in his motions as he tugs away Jongdae’s jeans and boxers, leaving the older to kick off his socks, legs coming up to frame Jongin’s hips as the latter brackets Jongdae’s head with his hands.

“Is this okay?”

Jongdae opens his eyes and blinks. Jongin’s looking down at him, face drawn in seriousness, lube and condom packet in the hand not beside Jongdae’s head, keeping him balanced. Jongdae smiles at the gesture, leaning up to peck Jongin’s swollen lips. “Do it,” he whispers, falling back as Jongin clicks open the tube and squeezes it onto his fingers. Jongdae’s breath hitches when the first finger teases at his entrance before pushing in. Jongin is quick, efficient. In no time at all, he has three fingers inside Jongdae’s pushing and stretching him. He wastes no time in searching for Jongdae’s prostate, instead removing his fingers to quickly pull on the condom and meet Jongdae’s eyes again before pushing inside.

Jongdae sucks in a breath, grasping at Jongin’s arms as the boy thrusts into him leisurely, building up speed and pushing deeper each time, until he has Jongdae crying out and hands digging into his back instead, the older searching for something to sink his nails into as Jongin hits his prostate. Jongdae groans in frustration as Jongin slows, prolonging each thrust, pulling almost all the way out before pushing in again. Jongdae narrows his eyes and looks up at Jongin, only managing to moan his annoyance before Jongin stills completely, mouth falling open.

The pace picks up, if only slightly, and Jongin’s wanton moans join Jongdae’s until the latter realizes that Sehun is fucking into Jongin, where Jongdae can’t see. He moans low at the image his imagination offers, hands moving to rest loosely on Jongin’s shoulders as he is slowly worn down, not even aware of the noises escaping his mouth.

Jongin is the first to come, Sehun’s cock pushed up against his prostate and his own buried in Jongdae’s ass. He falls, catching himself on his forearms and panting into Jongdae’s collarbones, barely aware of the hands grasping at his shoulders as Sehun fucks him through his orgasm. Sehun continues thrusting into him even after he slows down his erratic breathing, Jongin groaning at the overstimulation.

Jongdae keens right into Jongin’s ear, and that seems to force the younger into action. He reaches between them and, cock still inside Jongdae, brings Jongdae to completion. It doesn’t take much, Jongdae’s already been reduced to a moaning mess. Jongin only has to run his thumb over the weeping tip and wrap his hand around the length of Jongdae and tug before Jongdae is coming, a garbled cry of what might be the names of the two freshmen muffled by Jongin’s searching mouth.

Jongdae is exhausted when he comes down from his high, but he welcomes Jongin’s kisses with slow ones of his own, shivering when Jongin moans into his mouth as Sehun’s grips on his hips tighten and he thrusts without care for the body beneath him, finishing with a broken off moan. He kisses the juncture of Jongin’s neck and shoulder before pulling out and stepping back. Jongin rolls onto his side with a moan, pulling out of a breathless Jongdae. Sehun disposes of both of the condoms before joining the two on the bed.

Jongdae stares at the ceiling, trying to summon up a reaction as Jongin lazily traces patterns on his chest, head cushioned on Jongdae’s shoulder. On his other side is Sehun, who is lying on his back, not staring at anything in particular. All three are lying perpendicular on the bed, legs dangling off the side. Jongin kicks his restlessly, wincing and tucking his injured foot beneath him after a second of deliberation. The only sound is their breathing, and Jongdae can’t say that he minds it. He places a hand over Jongin’s, covering the one that continues to draw lightly on his skin and he feels content. Whatever this is, Jongdae likes it. He thinks he could lay here for an eternity and still be willing to stay longer.

“Hey, Sehun,” Jongin mumbles groggily, “next time you get to be in the middle. You go too slow.”

Sehun squawks indignantly, sitting up when Jongdae hums in agreement. He argues the mechanics of everything, trying to justify his speed as Jongin and Jongdae staunchly disagree. Finally, Sehun swats Jongdae on the chest, earning a glare from both Jongdae and Jongin. He whines about the unfairness of double-teaming before curling up against Jongdae’s side, reaching up to play with the older’s brown hair.

Jongdae doesn’t wake up till later, when it’s dark and Jongin and Sehun are both slumbering peacefully. He unwillingly extracts himself from between them, wonders if he should take a picture of them before deciding against it, and dresses quickly before making his way home.

“What’s up?” Chanyeol asks, nose buried in a textbook. He bites into an apple, frowning when the juice goes everywhere and he scrubs at the page with his hand, only furthering the smudging of the words.

“So my friend tried it out,” Jongdae starts, sipping from his cup of steaming coffee, “and he thinks it’s going to work out.”

Chanyeol chokes on air. “It’s gonna work out? With those two freshman guys?”

Jongdae blinks at the reaction. “Um. Yeah.”

Chanyeol shakes his head, going back to his textbook, “you got problems, man.”

Screeching unattractively, Jongdae throws himself on top of Chanyeol, covering the man’s mouth with his hands. “How did you know it was me?” He demands to know, just short of hysteric.

Chanyeol licks his hands, grinning when Jongdae yelps and falls onto the floor. “Dude, it’s not hard,” he says, flipping the page, “you’re really obvious. Also, you only have, like, four friends and none of them are TAs for any music classes so it was easy to tell that you were lying.” He leans forward suddenly and Jongdae scrambles back. “So what’s it like? With two guys?” He grunts in pain when Jongdae punches him in the neck. Gently.

“Can’t believe you thought we believed you. It’s only a matter of time until we find out who the freshmen are,” Luhan announces, materializing from out of nowhere. He turns to Chanyeol and points a finger at him. “And you! Minseok and I are officially a thing now, so he definitely won’t tolerate any advances from unwanted Science majors.”

Instead of agreeing, Chanyeol grins lecherously. “Is that what he told you?”

Luhan immediately backtracks. “Um. No. But.” He collects himself. “Why would you think that he would deviate when he has me? Hm?” He stands with his hands on his hips, triumphant.

Chanyeol shrugs. “Apparently everyone is going around having threesomes now,” he says with a smile even when Jongdae hisses shut up with a glare.

Unsure, Luhan opens his mouth but then shuts it, fleeing.

Having won the battle, Chanyeol chortles triumphantly. “I’m not really even interested in Minseok, I just like making Luhan angry,” Chanyeol whispers like it’s a secret, “I’ve got my eye on this cute TA in the science building.”

Jongdae rolls his eyes and downs the rest of his coffee as Chanyeol goes on about how great the chemistry-Jongdae cringes at the pun-is between the two of them, leaving before Chanyeol can start saying how this guy is the proton to his electron or something equally as horrible.

The class periods for finals are almost double the length that they are usually, but most of the students finish a little after the halfway mark anyway, thanking Jongdae with a whisper as they hand him their test before packing up and leaving. Jongdae feels a little sad seeing his little mathematicians leave him, but he placates himself with the knowledge that they’re going off to a better place.

At the thirty minute mark, there are only five students left. One is Jongin, who finished long ago but is waiting for Sehun before he hands in his test. In the meantime, he pretends to check his answers, eyelids falling closed. Jongdae smiles, heart swelling with fondness.

Sehun doesn’t finish until there are only two other students left. When he stands and makes his way over, Jongdae plans a short little congratulation speech, beaming when Jongin and Sehun start walking towards him. He opens his mouth when they near, only to shut it when they dump their tests on his desk, not even so much as sparing him a glance.

He watches, biting his lip, as the two step outside, hands entwined, grinning about something. Jongdae searches through their tests for anything, a cute message or a sidenote, and finds only scratch work.

He busies himself with stacking the papers into a pile. He keeps his composure well, forcing a smile when the last of his students come up to hand in their tests. When the last one has left, he stands, locks the door, and collapses back into his chair. He rests his head on the wooden desk, wiping furiously at his eyes.

Jongdae doesn’t think he’s felt this heartbroken since high school.

When Baekhyun arrives at the apartment, he finds Jongdae at the dining room table, tests stacked in two different piles, answer key at his side and third bottle of beer beside his hand.

“Pre-gaming, I see,” Baekhyun notes with a wink, walking into his room.

Jongdae sighs, taking another swig. He doesn’t even know why he’s going to ask. Probably because Baekhyun is waiting for him to ask. “Pre-gaming for what?”

“Someone on the other side of the campus is throwing a huge party since finals are over.” Baekhyun struts back into the room, dressed in a thin, black tee and dark jeggings he had bought despite Jongdae’s arguments against them. He frowns at Jongdae. “Are you really going to wear that?”

“I’m not going.”

Baekhyun groans. “Come on, man. I need a ride and hey, maybe you’ll find someone there!”

Jongdae pauses at that. When he was a freshman, he went to every party he could and hooked up within minutes. In the first semester alone, he had been with over ten others. When he was Sehun and Jongin’s age, he had messed around with countless upperclassmen, trying his best to string them along before breaking it off, and was very successful. Jongdae plays with others. He is not something to be played with.

He stands and makes his way into his bedroom, Baekhyun’s cheers at his back. When he emerges, he’s pulled on an almost see-through top and jeans that hug him just a little too tight, but he knows that it makes him look great.

Baekhyun blinks, rushing to grab his things when Jongdae walks right out the door. “You’re going pretty hard tonight, huh?”

Jongdae makes no comment, locking the door and slipping the keys into his pocket. They climb into his car and Baekhyun navigates. Jongdae takes turns more sharply than he usually does, but if Baekhyun notices, he doesn’t say anything.

They park a block away from the house, and as they walk up, Baekhyun gives him his usual goodbye speech. “If all goes well, I won’t see you until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest,” he sings, giving Jongdae’s bicep a quick squeeze. “Hey, look after yourself, okay?”

Jongdae looks up at that, but Baekhyun’s already heading into the house. Jongdae looks back at his car and sighs, slowly walking forward. He’ll only stay a little bit, get the free drinks, then head home. If he plays his cards right, he can have all the tests graded tonight.

He walks inside and waits a seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dark and the lights to become a little less blinding. He walks down the hall and sees a well-lit room to his right and sticks his head inside. It’s the kitchen, and only a few people are inside, talking quietly. Jongdae makes to go further inside, but then he sees the two boys in the back corner. A blond and a brunet. One lifts his head to stare in the direction of the door and Jongdae steels himself, heading towards the blasting music and blinding lights.

He wants someone he doesn’t know and doesn’t care about to fuck him so hard he forgets why he’s even upset. To help his cause, Jongdae grabs an abandoned cup in the hallway and downs it, throwing it over his shoulder. His throat stings from whatever it was, but he can already feel it in his veins, must’ve been some hard liquor. Jongdae is thankful for it, and heads towards the mass of grinding bodies.

He quickly throws himself into the mix, and soon he can’t even remember why he’s upset. He just knows that he loves the feeling of bodies all around him, and he laughs delightedly as someone pulls him backward, a strong chest to his back and Jongdae grinds up against the body without issue, grinning as the man rolls his hips forward. They stay like that, the man with his arms wrapped around Jongdae, the both of them rocking to the beat of the music, before the man pulls Jongdae up and suggests they go somewhere else. Jongdae laughs in exhilaration as the man grinds into Jongdae and he nods in agreement.

Quickly, the man spins him around and smashes their lips together. Jongdae cries out in surprise and a bit of pain, trying to push the man away so that he can breathe. But the guy is relentless, backing Jongdae down the hall and into a dark corner and, admittedly, this isn’t what Jongdae thought when somewhere else had been suggested. As hands greedily push up his shirt, Jongdae tries to suck in a surprised breath but finds he can’t. And despite all of this going on, Jongdae feels himself slipping away. He doesn’t think he’s tired, and usually sensations wake him up, but his mind flashes back to the drink he found in the hall and he has a brief feeling of regret before a tongue forces itself into his mouth and he cringes at the taste of heavy alcohol as his shirt is left bunched under his armpits, hands reaching for his pants instead.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The man is pulled away and Jongdae slumps to the ground, head colliding with the wall. Through hazy eyes, he recognizes two figures shouting at the man he had been dancing with. The man says something and one of the two steps forward, punching the guy in the face. He falls to the ground, alcohol taking a toll on his motor skills, and he hastily picks himself up before marching down the hall, out of sight.

“What were you thinking?” One of the two asks Jongdae. “Come on, stand up.”

Jongdae shakes his head, closing his eyes. He’s much happier on the floor, he thinks, leaning his head against the wall. In fact, he’ll just sleep here.

One of the figures sighs. “You ready to head home, Sehun?”

“Yeah, this party wasn’t that good anyway.”

Jongdae whines as he’s pulled up, leaning heavily on one person for a moment while his jeans are buttoned and his shirt is pulled back down. Then he’s being pulled outside and pushed inside the backseat of a car, someone crawling in beside him and another getting in the driver’s seat, starting the car. Jongdae leans his head against the window and groans, trying to get his bearings. Opening his eyes, he experiences a moment of clarity when he looks in the rear view mirror and sees blond hair. He looks to his right and sees a brunet looking resolutely forward.

Jongdae sits up, head tipped back and staring at the ceiling. “Sehun has a car,” he notes, voice garbled and rough.

“Yeah, ‘cause his parents are loaded,” Jongin responds, voice monotone. He taps his fingers on the glass for a moment, then turns to face Jongdae. “Why did you do that? What were you thinking?” And then, quieter, “What about us?”

The car stops and Jongdae opens his door, emptying his stomach onto the asphalt of the dorm parking lot. Sehun climbs out of the car and frowns. “Jongin, you take him to the bathrooms. I’ll go get water.”

Sehun leaves but Jongin waits until Jongdae stops heaving to pull him up. Jongdae leans against his side, trying his best to walk beside the boy but failing horribly. Though, he manages to keep the heaving to the minimum until Jongin leads him into a stall and Jongdae falls to his knees, heaving into the toilet bowl. When he thinks he’s done, he reaches up to flush but can’t find the handle. A hand gently pushes his away and flushes for him. Jongdae leans his head on the seat of the toilet and shakily pushes his hair off his forehead, muttering a thank you.

Jongin shrugs and squats next to him. “Man. What did you drink?”

“I don’t know,” Jongdae mumbles, feeling positively awful, “I found it in the hallway.” And then he’s back to throwing up, Jongin sighing behind him and rubbing his back gently as he heaves until nothing else comes up. Then Jongdae collapses against the wall of the stall as Jongin flushes for him again. His eyes fly open when he remembers what Jongin said in the car. “What do you mean ‘what about us?’” He snaps, tone scathing despite how raw his throat is. “There is no ‘us.’ You both made that very clear.”

“What are you talking about?” Jongin asks, genuinely perplexed. “The last time we all saw each other, we were talking about next time.”

“No,” Jongdae disagrees, working hard to make his words clear, “the last time we all saw each other, you didn’t say a word to me.”

A minute goes by before Jongin makes a noise of recognition. “You mean the final,” he says, more to himself than to Jongdae.

Jongdae nods, eyes narrowed resolutely. “You two looked very happy together. Just the two of you.”

“Jongdae,” the younger starts with a sigh, “Sehun and I want you. We would have loved to talk to you after the final. The thing is, we didn’t know if we could say anything to you. Sehun and I talked about it. He said that you seemed very uncomfortable when he was in the TA office with you and someone else. He didn’t think you’d like it if we acted like we were together in public. We figured that we’d keep this all private until you said otherwise.”

Jongdae deflates. “But. I don’t mind…”

“How would we have known that?” Jongin huffs a little, tone annoyed. Then he sighs and pulls Jongdae into his side. “You had better be worth all this trouble,” he murmurs. Jongdae smiles as it ghosts over his ear, and he snuggles into the younger’s side, almost asleep when the door to the bathroom slams open.

“Got the water,” Sehun announces breathlessly, appearing in front of the stall.

“What took you so long?” Jongin snaps, snatching the water and opening it, offering it to Jongdae.

“He’s a lot easier when he’s wasted,” Sehun notes, holding his hands up in apology when Jongin shoots him a look. “Had to push the beds together. No way we’re all going to fit on just the twin.” He looks past Jongin, at Jongdae. “Are you going to stay the whole night this time?”

Jongin nods. “Or are you going to take off in the morning?”

Jongdae takes another gulp of water and shakily gets to his feet with the help of both Jongin and Sehun. “I guess I’ll stay,” he murmurs, leaning his head on Sehun’s shoulder. He thinks he catches a smile on the younger’s face, but can’t be sure because he shuts his eyes as soon as they’re in the hallway, exhausted. He’s asleep long before they reach the beds.

Jongdae wakes with a start, eyes flying open and then closing again. His head is pounding and his throat is extremely dry, it hurts to swallow. He tries to lift a hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight pouring over his face but finds himself unable to do so. He frowns, opening his eyes again and blinking until things come into focus and he can clearly see the issue. He can’t raise his arm because there is another on top of it. A toned arm thrown across his middle, the knuckles bruised and dotted with dried blood.

The second thing that Jongdae notices is that he wasn’t sleeping on a very stiff pillow, he’s sleeping on a person. Jongdae jerks up and freezes when he disturbs the sleeping man, turning to catch the eyes of the blond man. His brown eyes are narrowed, like he’s calculating something.

“Are you going to leave?” Sehun asks sleepily, words strung together.

Jongdae shakes his head, burrowing into the skinny, bare chest. “Not this time,” he murmurs against skin, the warmth dispelling a bit of his pounding headache.

“Then go back to sleep,” Jongin grumbles, settling right up against Jongdae’s back, throwing his arm over both Jongdae and Sehun.

“Does this make us official?” Sehun wonders groggily, speaking directly into Jongdae’s hair.

Jongdae nods, nudging the feet beside his own. “I’d say so.”

Both boys hug him just a bit tighter and Jongdae grins into Sehun’s chest, easily drifting back to sleep.

Sehun bursts into the room in a flurry, disturbing Jongdae, who had been correcting quizzes, and Jongin, who had been napping on his lap.

“I might not pass this class and I can’t convince the professor to give me an A by sleeping with him,” Sehun wails.

Jongin gasps in outrage, eyes pitying while Jongdae sets his quizzes on the ground. “I did not pass you because you slept with me. And you only got a C.”

“Well, sleeping with me was part of the reason, right?” Sehun holds out his hand. “No, no, don’t worry. I know. I’m an amazing lay.” He cracks an eye open when Jongdae scoffs and pouts.

“I’d totally give you an A if you fucked me, man,” Jongin pipes up, the promise complete with a salute.

“Aw, I love you, too.”

Jongdae rolls his eyes, getting off the bed to pack up his things. He’ll have to move to the library to get all this done.

“You know,” Jongin begins slyly, “you might not be able to screw your professor, but I’ve got the next best thing.”

Jongdae yelps as he’s tackled to the bed.

“Resistance is futile,” Jongin whispers, groaning when Jongdae elbows him in the gut.

Sehun throws a leg over him, looking down pleadingly. “Please? My heart has been crushed by calculus and I need a really nice ass to mend it. I need your ass. I need to fu-”

“Oh my god I get it,” Jongdae groans, looking up to two hopeful faces. “Okay, fine, but-”

“He said fine!” Jongin shouts, “Quick! While he’s still agreeable!”

Sehun runs for the lube and condoms as Jongin keeps Jongdae pinned to the bed, bending his head down so that he can kiss Jongdae before the man objects, grinning as the man beneath him scowls.

Jongdae has the worst boyfriends.