Chris was in a mood today, and you fed off that mood,
putting you effectively in the same mood.
He was sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone when you came back
from grocery shopping; not even bothering to help you with them.
“Gee, thanks babe for the help” you sarcastically snapped as
you began to put the cold items into the fridge.
“Really Y/N, you want to start with that shit today?” he
demanded; his tone causing you to roll your eyes as you continued putting the
“Did I or did I not tell you to control your alcohol intake” he scolded you, early ing the morning, carefully placing his freshly made soup on the nightstand next to the bed.
You were covered in wet towels as the heat became even more unbearable for you when you woke up. You groan remembering how you rolled your eyes at the warning Jin made yesterday morning.
One drink turned to 3 and those doubled and so on. Your friend, and also designated driver for the night, drove you home after calling Jin over so he could carry you to your apartment.
Jin played along with your antics yesterday night - endlessly dragging you back into bed, insisting that you sleep before you could hurt yourself.
He comes over to lean against the bed frame beside you and puts his arm over your shoulder. You slowly sink into his arms and begin to fall asleep when Jin shakes you a little.
“You know the lady that sells Bungeo-ppang?”
You open one eye to peer at him, “yeah, did you bring me one?”
“No” He smiles and points at the bowl, “drink your soup.” You groan again, but this time in refusal; rolling away from him, but his hand keeps you beside him. “I ran into her while shopping and she gave me some medicine for you,” he sees your eyebrow raise and his laugh begins to form.
“Apparently you went to her shop last night and asked her to set all her fish free.”
You push your head back in annoyance with yourself as Jin rubs your shoulder in comfort.
He looks over at you still sleeping; you were 5 drinks in when he offered to be your black knight (drink in your place). Fortunately you didn’t put up much of a fight. Unfortunately, 5 drinks was enough to make you a sleeping mess. His alcohol tolerance was fairly good, but after carrying you all the way back home in the cold weather, his memory began to fade.
You shuffle in your sleep and he instantly reaches out to push your hair out of your face.
The action makes you open your eyes slowly to look up at him, “how’re you feeling?” he asks rubbing your cheek.
“Like I’ve been dragged through the streets“
“I may have hit your head in the corners a couple of times.” Your eyes widen at him and he smiles down at you. “I told you when you bought this apartment that the corners needed to be child proof.“
“I’m not a child“ you whine, “How is it that you’re in one piece?“
Before he can answer your question his phone beeps with a text, he takes his hand off of your cheek to get his phone. He looks down at the text really quick before looking up and giving a sympathetic smile.
“Hungover cure is waiting for you on the kitchen counter, babe. I have practice now - call me if you don’t feel okay.“ he gets up to grab his leather jacket and halts to lean over to feel your lips on his.
“Nasty morning breath“ he playfully teases before going in for another peck, “I’ll let myself in tonight so don’t stay up and rest.“
“Hyung I think she might be dead” you open your eyes slowly at the sound of Hoseoks voice, “She’s not even mumbling things in here sleep, just dead”
You’ve becomes a black rose since hoseoks tolerance and taste didn’t suit alcohol. You slowly sit up in your bed, putting your hands on your face, not wanting him to see you like this. Your cheeks feel hotter than usual and your throat dry.
“Never mind she’s alive, i’ll call you later then, bye.“
He comes over the bed with a glass of water and some pills “Here you had me worried, i was about to call a doctor over? do you know how much you drank ? you could have gotten alcohol poisoning!” his mouth turns downwards as you sit up slowly and take the pill and raise the glass to your lips.
“Hobi, I’m just tired - I feel like crap“
“I know, I’m sorry. Maybe we shouldn’t have…”
You finally see his tired face as well, he must have stayed up the whole night worrying. A sudden guilt hits you seeing him like this.
“Come here,“ you extend your arms towards him and he goes towards you resting his head on your chest and his hands wrap around your waist. “It’s just a slight hangover, i’ll get over it soon. I’m sorry for making you worry, I don’t think going out for drinks is us.”
“Staying at home is nicer.“
You shuffle around uncomfortably for a few moments before realizing you’re not on your mattress, rather you have your bed sheets wrapped around you tightly inside your bathtub.
“Yah!” you call out, knowing full well your boyfriend promised to stay the weekend with you.
A loud bang followed by smaller bangs assure you that he’s somewhere in the kitchen making his way towards you.
He appears before you in only his loose boxers and messy hair, and it takes you a good minute to remember the position you are currently stuck in, “You awake?” He laughs as he leans in the door frame.
You narrow your eyes at him “Why do you have me here? Why am i tied up?”
“Do you know how stubborn you get when you’re drunk?” he goes over to you, “You kept assaulting me both sexually and physically” he jokes pulling the ties he made with the bed sheet. “I literally had to wrestle the whole way here”
You finish the knots and free yourself with his help from the sheets, “Why the bathtub?” you take his outstretched hand, sheets still wrapped around you, pulling yourself up and out of the tub.
“Babe, you made yourself heavier when i tried to carry you - the farthest i could make it was here.” he takes the remains sheets out of the tub and turns to you.
You see his tongue pass over his lips, your eyes travel towards his face and become immediately trapped by his eyes as you become aware that your are naked under the sheets.
“Let’s take a shower, last night was enough self control to last me a lifetime,“ he jokes.
You whine into your sheets as an alarm clock goes off early in the morning, you completely forgot you had a job last night as you drank beer like water. You shove your head in your pillow and kick off the bed sheet to only cover your torso.
You hear footsteps and the alarm shuts off. You wait a few seconds and feel the bed dip down under someones weight, looking up you see your boyfriend leaning down to kiss the top of your head.
“I called your coworker to cover the first hours of your shift. What happened last night?”
“I have no idea, i was just drinking and went to close the window and felt my whole body on fire.”
“You drunk called me last night, you know“ he looked at your wide eyes and decided to carry on “You said some pretty dirty stuff baby“ he smirks down at you as you put you head down on the pillow unable to contain the blush coming on your cheeks “said you wanted me to undress you and cool the heat in your pussy with my cum“ you bring your legs together to try and stop the contraction around nothing. “Your drunk logic is beyond me, If anything we’d get each other more heated.“
He gently pushes you head to the side to face him, his breath hitches as he sees your flushed face with mouth slightly open from thirst.
“Jimin“ you whisper as he lays down on top of you, pushing you more into the bed under his weight.
“Don’t look at me like that and not expect some retribution for it.“ He rubs your naked back softly and leans over again to kiss down your spinal cord making you hum happily for what’s to come.
“Kim Taehyung” your eyes narrow, not only from annoyance but also from the killer headache. He got home yesterday eager to try out his skills as a bartender.
he made a total of 8 cocktails ready for you to try. you happily obliged drinking all of his inventions and recipes as you finished your assignments and move over to search Netflix.
you didn’t get trough one full episode before you felt your eyelids heavily handing down. the ability to keep them up was forgot and Taehyung ended up with a stiff body not wanting to move and wake you up.
His arms are still around you tightly as you sit on his lap with your head on his shoulder.
“Y/n they’re all virgin - don’t worry” you lower your tone to mimic his voice remembering how you easily feel for his lie.
He gives you an innocent box smile and kisses your forehead, “At least you finally got the 11 hours of sleep you needed.” You cuddle back into his embrace unable to keep your anger.
“Oh no - we’re both going to cuddle properly on a perfectly good mattress.“ You yelp and begin laughing as he carries you bridal style to the bedroom
“Ow my head!“ you cry out from the sharp pain “Taehyung!“ you shout again as he hit your head with the door frame
“I’ll get you some Advil.“
Going out for drinks and chicken was one of his favorite things to do with you. The way you completely brought down your guard and said everything he wanted to hear was his type of fun. He smiles down at you for all the confessions you made to him last night; confessions that he was sure to keep for the rest of his life in his heart…and his computer hard drive once he transferred them out of his phone.
He leaned down next to you and pulled you into his chest not intending to wake you up.
“Remind me never to drink ever again” you murmur into his chest.
“You were having the time of your life last night, jagi” you look up at him and scrunch your eyebrows. He smiled down at you and brought his phone above both of you sliding through live photos of you making faces, dancing, and singing horribly. He stoped at a video and played it.
“Jungkoooook” you hear yourself call in the background of the video.
You close your eyes and make a pain expression as the screen turns to you and your sad attempt at aegyo
“I love you this this this much,” your hands spread out knocking over a glass of water next to you, “Did you see that? My love is so strong it knocked over the sea, honey”
“I love you too. Y/N how about we go home?”
“What? No way handsome, call my boyfriend to come pick me up. Jungkook oppa!” you cheer out the his name in the video and you laugh a little at how ridicules you sound.
The last thing you see is jungkook bunny smile ending the video.
“Delete it, Jeon” you sigh and cuddle into his chest, not strong enough to
“Don’t think i will” he laughs putting his phone down.
it’s that birthday party thing we were supposed to go together
but you can’t go because of stupid exams :(
oh yeah yeah
This guy that lives beside me won’t shut up and he’s starting to drive me crazy, i need to study
Can i please come over? :)
But i won’t be there :/
I just need to be somewhere quiet
you have a key so, it’s okay
I’ll try to be there around 2 or something
Alright! Thank you baby, i love you!
Love you too
The moment he said yes to me staying at his place while he was away, the moment I grabbed the bag sitting beside me along with my keys and left the apartment. The music next door was way too loud, my head started to hurt, and there was no way of making him shut up so the best solution was leave. Finally, I was somewhere quiet where I could study at least a little.
I get to his place and the first thing I notice is that his car is not there, he really was leaving for the party, I was kinda expecting to find him getting ready for it. But it doesn’t matter, at least it was quiet and cozy. I got in and immediately his dog, Petunia comes running to me and barking when she sees the big bag hanging by my side like she does every time I come over. I scratch her head and walk over to his room, leaving my stuff there and changing into some comfortable clothes I can wear for the rest of the night.
Time passes. By midnight I was already done with all of the notes I need to go over and was bored enough after messing with his piano for almost an hour, so I crash on the sofa with Petunia following me every step I take. I watch one movie that then turns into two movies, and by the time I am done. It’s already 2:30 in the morning and Luke is still not home.
“Where do you think your dad is?” I ask the sleeping dog on my lap, who is quietly snoring while I caress her fur. “Should I call him?”
I grab my phone and look at the screen, seeing 0 messages or missed calls on my feed. He would call me telling me he’s late, or maybe he’s just being extremely impunctual, which I didn’t mind at all, I just needed to know if he was okay. I go to my contacts and on his number, but right before I could do something, a loud car horn sounds outside the house. I get up from the sofa and walk to the front door, looking through the eye of the door, there was a car parked at the garage, I knew that car. It was Luke’s, but why doesn’t he just come inside.
I step outside and when I did, Michael comes out of Luke’s car, waving a hand at me and making me a gesture to come over. I approach to him, being slightly concerned about why is he driving my boyfriend’s car.
“Hello (Y/n)” he says smiling at me
“Uh-Hi” I say a bit uncomfortable “Why are you driving Luke’s car?”
He chuckles softly and walks to the other side of the car “I think this is yours” he says opening the door “C'mon big boy, you’re home”
I hear a confused groan and a whine “Michael I told you, I want to go to the ice cream- oh look! That’s my girlfriend! Let me introduce you guys, come inside, let’s grab a drink”
Michael laughs and helps him get out of the car since he could barely stand on his own “I’m good” he says “We already know each other, but thanks, buddy”
“No” Luke shakes his head “you come inside, (Y/n) makes the best-” he says but he stops on his feet, leaning on his side and letting all out. Vomiting right by his own car wheel.
“Oh, I was waiting for that” Michael comments, holding on his friend so he didn’t fall on his side.
I gasp and walk over to him, this was crazy, one of the few times I have seen look so drunk that he could barely keep himself standing, I didn’t quite know how to feel about it either because one of the things I wasn’t very good at is to take care of drunk people, especially when Luke was the one drunk, he couldn’t even handle the flu without acting like he is dying, when he was hungover it’s so much worst.
“Oh my god” I say when I was close enough to them “What the-? How did this happen?”
“Well” Michael starts explaining, passing Luke over to my side “Calum kind of challenged him and he went with it”
“Oh babe” I sigh, holding on Luke so he didn’t fall over.
“You smell nice” he mumbles and hides his face in my neck.
“What did he do?” I ask him
“Well, the challenge was to drink over a line of shots and then drink this giant beer, by the way, he won” Michael mentions “but if it makes you feel better, I’m pretty sure Calum looks a lot worst than this”
“Geez” I say trying to handle all of his weight “Thank you for driving him here” I say with a little smile.
“It’s okay” he nods
“You can take the car and drive yourself home” I offer, I was pretty sure Luke wouldn’t mind anyway.
“Oh no, It’s fine Crystal is picking me up, she’s taking Calum home” he smiles “we had to part ways in this since Calum doesn’t have a car and well…”
“Yeah, I get it” I chuckle “Wanna come inside while you wait?” I offer. “There’s ice cream if you want”
“I want ice cream” Luke whines in my ear
“No, It’s Okay” he says to me, shaking his head and walking back a little “I’ll wait over here, I’ll probably take this time to have a smoke, she won’t take that long”
I nod and smile “well, if you need anything just knock the door” I say starting to walk back to the house, dragging Luke with me
“Goodnight!” I say
“Goodnight Michael! I love you!” Luke yells, stumbling in his feet as he walks to his own house.
He stumbles inside almost falling on the carpet as he gets distracted with his dog barking at him and running around to get his attention, he falls on his knees and caresses Petunia’s fur as he mumbles some none-sense words at her.
“Babeeeee” he calls me leaning his head on the dog “can we have ice cream now?”
I roll my eyes, leaning to take him by the arm and pushing him to stand him up and trying my hardest effort to walk him to the bedroom.
“You just puked your guts out, you’re not getting any ice cream” I shook my head.
“But I want ice cream” he pouts “please”
Not listening to anything that he was rambling about while pushing in the bedroom. I push him all the way up to the bathroom where he whines for no reason and pouts at me.
“You’re going to shower” I say, being very clear to him. He turns around and looks at me with an eyebrow raised “What?” I asked.
“First ice cream, then shower” he suggests and tries to walk away.
I put both of my hands on his chest and laugh. There is no way this was going to happen. “Em, no” I say not letting him walk away “first Shower, then you wash your filthy mouth, then maybe ice cream and you go to sleep”
He huffs, looking like a preteen about to have a rebel moment. “Why can’t I do that after I eat ice cream? Babe, pleaseeee” he whines blowing his breath at me making me turn away, he smelled like hard whiskey and wine.
“Robert you look like you’re about to pass out” I scoff still shaking my head “if you eat right now you will go straight to sleep without even cleaning up”
“That’s not-” he starts
“Literally” I interrupt him “I know you better than you know yourself” I say decisively “you know that damn well”
He rolls his eyes and looks down at me “maybe that’s true..” he mumbles.
“Then why don’t you shower, and when you come back I’ll have a nice bowl of ice cream for you, yeah?” I suggest.
He seems to think about it for a second, before deciding that it was not worth to keep fighting it, he knew I was right, so he turns around and puts his hand in the shower, turning the water on.
“You win.. mom” he jokes taking his shirt off
I smile to him and turn around “see you in a couple of minutes then”
I walk out of the bathroom and feel some kind of relief when I hear that Luke is actually having a shower, after the mess he made of himself at that party, he is finally listening to me and cleaning up without giving too much of a fight. I walk up to the kitchen and pull out of the freezer the large tub of his favorite ice cream along with the tub of ice cream I bought for myself which was, in fact, my favorite ice cream.
I scoop him a large cup of ice cream and swirl his cup with chocolate syrup and whipped cream. Hopefully, he will think this is good enough to stop his whining, Luke has always been a whiny drunk. I hear the water being turned off by the time I finish. I make a cup of ice cream for myself, and when I’m done with everything I take the cups and go to the bedroom where I suppose my boyfriends in.
Pushing the door open with my shoulder, I enter the room and the first thing I notice is Luke’s large body spread all over the bed with half of his body out of it, face down, hair wet, shirtless and with his shorts barely pushed all the way up to his hips, I could clearly see half of his ass showing under those basketball shorts. He was snoring, summoned in a hell of a deep sleep, I could already imagine how strong his hangover was going to be, he was (and is) so drunk, it was just… unbelievable.
I sigh and leave the two cups on the nightstand and walk over to him. I do my best to lift his overly large body and first thing, I push his shorts all the way up, to them move to the bed and dragging him up by his arms, trying to put him on his side of the bed.
“What you doing?” He mumbles being annoyed, sounding like he had hours of sleep and I just woke him.
“I’m accommodating you” I chuckle softly dragging him up a little more before he sat up by himself and crawled to his side of the bed “you were almost falling off the bed” I mumbled, putting the covers over his lap.
He frowns rubbing his eye softly “no I wasn’t” he mumbles
“Yes you were” I quickly say, Caressing his wet hair “I brought you a sundae if you still want ice cream so bad”
“Mmm” he says closing both of his eyes “with cookie dough ice cream?” He asks softly, sounding like a little kid.
“And chocolate” I smile “want it babe?”
He thinks about it, yawning a couple of times and finally opening his eyes to look directly at me “I mean, I feel like crap but if you actually made me a Sundae, then sure” he says dragging his words when talking. He was for sure still drunk.
I smile and turn to my side, grabbing the cup and passing it to him. He smiles and leans to kiss my cheek. I sit beside him grabbing my own cup and sitting right beside him on the bed.
“This is delicious” he says with his mouth full “have I told you I love you yet?”
I chuckle taking a spoonful of ice cream “no” I smile.
“I love you” he says looking at me in the eye. I smile and kiss his forehead while he keeps eating his ice cream “I love you too” I say “How was the party?” I ask him.
He hums still digging on his ice cream and takes one bite before talking “it was great, the bar was good and they had drinking games everywhere, also this gigantic photo booth and game room, it was so fun babe, so so so so fun” he explains with his mouth full.
“That’s cool” I mumble “sorry I couldn’t go with you” i pout.
He chuckles “it’s fine, look how I ended up” he says rubbing on his face. “Thanks for taking care of me” he says “you’re the best”
I smile and kiss his cheek “Luke, I will always take care of you”
My head jerked upward when I heard her fumbling with the
door handle. Jumping off the couch where I had been waiting for her, I ran to
the door, swinging it open, hoping she was still in one piece. She smiled at me
when looked up, her heels in her hand, her purse slung haphazardly across her
body. I sighed, partially due to the relief I felt seeing her arrive safely
home; partially out of annoyance that she hadn’t called me to pick her up.
“Don’t me mad at me, Cam.” she frowned, stepping into the
apartment, promptly dropping her shoes on floor.
“I’m not mad, I was just worried.” I explained. “I don’t
know why you didn’t call me to come pick you up. How did you get home?”
“I walked.” she said simply, as if walking through downtown
Columbus, barefoot and drunk was safe.
“Did you walk home alone?” I asked, reaching over to help
her unwrap herself from the strap of her purse, the scent of vodka floating
through the air and I hung it on the hook behind the door.
“No.” she shook her head. “Well, maybe. I’m not really
sure.” she said with a shrug, her eyes heavy and tired.
“Fuck (Y/N).” I breathed, pulling the door shut behind her. “You’re
sure you’re okay?”
“Mhm.” she mumbled, nodding her head as she yawned. “I just
wanna go to sleep.”
The sonorous clinking of the spoon against the surface of Oliver’s mug as Marcus stirred the tea slightly stung the side of his brain. He’d woke up far too early to function after a night of celebrations, drinking and draining positivity. Marcus would’ve loved to sleep in a little longer, arms coiled around the waist of his Quidditch-leage-winning boyfriend. But, regretfully, Marcus could seldom sleep with his head beating an incessant pattern of pain every few seconds.
A quiet groan filled his ears, accompanied with the scratching kicking of covers and minute popping of bones. Marcus turned; a smile automatically spread over his face as he saw Oliver stretching to wake up. His hand clapped to his forehead, fingers gently massaging his temples and rubbing the sleep from the very corners of his eyes.
“He finally wakes,” Marcus teased, setting the mug on a tray with a selection of fruit and nut (even on ‘cheat’ days, Oliver was still a manic health geek). He lifted the tray and carefully walked to where Oliver was lying, crouching beside him after placing the tray on their antique coffee table. “Good morning my gorgeous, Quidditch star.” He soothed, dotting a gentle kiss to Oliver’s cheek as he handed him the mug.
“I feel like someone slipped me a vial of Living Death,” was the first thing Oliver murmured, deeply exhaling. “Morning, by the way. I’d say good, but I’m sure I’m dying.”
“Babe, come on,” Marcus laughed, nudging his nose against the tacky surface of Oliver’s cheek. He suspected the tackiness was a residue of sweat and happy tears from the preceding evening, but he didn’t put too much thought into it. “You’re hungover, you’re not dying.”
“You’re speaking more than you’re comforting me. Bad boyfriend.” Oliver sighed, overdramatic as always.
“Absolutely ridiculous,” smiled Marcus, gently poking the freckles decorating Oliver’s sun-kissed skin. “Merlin knows why I love you so much.”
Calum looked down at his girlfriend with an amused smile. “Did you think I forgot?”
She lifted a hand to smack him from where she was laid across his chest. “No,” she laughed. “But that means it’s my turn to get smashed, Cal, and have you take care of me for once.”
Her boyfriend scoffed. “You never have to take care of me when I’m drunk.” She whipped her head up to look at him with raised eyebrows, and he squeezed the hand that was interlaced with hers over her shoulder, unable to keep a straight face. “Alright, alright.”
Written in honor of Draco Malfoy’s 35th birthday, and dedicated to my darling mangoapplepie who needs some fluff right now. (photos are not mine)
Harry enters the bedroom quietly, hovering the tray of coffee and croissants to the nightstand. Smiling, he notices Draco has kicked off the covers since he left the bed, and he takes a moment to admire his boyfriend in the soft morning light. They’d all thrown Draco a wild birthday party the night before, mostly coordinated by Pansy and Hermione, who were quite dangerous when they combined their efforts. There had been loud music, lots of friends, and a terrifying amount of alcohol. He’d been sure to set a Tempus Charm for the morning, so he could sneak out to Draco’s favorite bakery and get some breakfast and flowers. Setting down a handful of white gerbera daisies on the pillow next to Draco, Harry leans over to press a kiss to a pale shoulder.
Draco stirs and moans loudly. “What did you let me do?” Stifling a laugh, Harry nuzzles the blond hair. This is why he made sure to not drink too much last night. He knew Draco would be horribly hungover from the outrageous amount of firewhiskey he consumed.
“Happy Birthday, babe,” Harry murmurs, pushing Draco’s hair out of his face. His boyfriend rolls over to glare at him with bloodshot eyes.
“You arse. I can’t believe-” he stops when he notices the daisies, and his eyes soften. Draco loves daisies, even though he often pretends to be above ‘such a common flower.’ "You’re such a sap,“ he declares, but Harry can hear the teasing love hidden in his haughty tone.
"I’m also brilliant,” Harry replies, pushing a bottle of Hangover Potion to Draco, who beams at him and tosses the vile back in one go. Harry hands him a cup of coffee from the breakfast tray, which Draco sips on to rid his mouth of the aftertaste.
“Please tell me I didn’t do anything incriminating last night.”
“Oh, Merlin,” Draco groans. “Just tell me.”
“Well, you did stand up on a chair and demand I give you a birthday blow job.” Harry grins at the memory. “Said that you ‘deserved some quality cock sucking.’”
“I did not.”
“You did, love. Everyone thought it was hilarious.”
“Bloody fuck. Blaise is never going to let me live that down.” He pushes his cup back at Harry. “I shouldn’t be allowed to drink that much. I’m old now, clearly my aging body doesn’t handle it well anymore.”
Harry laughs, “Oh shut it, you. Thirty-five is not old. You’re still young and you know you’re hot as fuck.”
Smirking at him, Draco stretches out his lithe body and Harry’s eyes dart to watch the contracting muscles. “Well, that’s true,” Draco drawls. “I’m still gorgeous.” The blond perks up suddenly and flashes a lazy smile at Harry. “You know, what I said last night was true. How about a nice blow job for the birthday boy-”
Harry cuts him off with a fierce kiss and Draco immediately wraps his fingers in Harry’s dark locks. Biting down on Draco’s bottom lip, Harry begins to slide his way down his lover’s body, sucking and nipping at every perfect bit of bare skin. Draco whines at him when Harry teases above his briefs, all pompousness gone from his voice. Harry revels in the needy sounds and sets about giving his boyfriend a teasing, languid blow job, ignoring every plea to hurry it up. After all, Harry remembers as he thinks about the little velvet ring box hidden in his robe pocket, They have all the time in the world.
It wasn’t often that you got to go out with your friends. After all, you were settled and happy in your relationship. But you didn’t want to be that friend. The one that mysteriously disappears once she gets a boyfriend.
So when your friends suggests going out to a bar to support your friend through her recent breakup and to celebrate the day before New Year’s Eve, you couldn’t say no. Except one bar turned into two, three and the next thing you know, the bar hopping was a trip to a club.
And five shots in, you remembered exactly why you hated clubbing.
The music was irritatingly loud and practically nothing but beats pounding through your head over and over. The club was overwhelmingly crowded, giving you limited space for movement or air to breathe. And the place was teeming with guys giving you leering smiles and inappropriate remarks. As if.
You were dating Zhang Yixing. You didn’t have any interest in these sleezeballs.
It’d been a long and rowdy weekend for Nialler. He was exhausted and felt like he’d been hungover for a week straight even though he’d most likely been drunk for a week straight. After all the Master’s celebrations, he washed up and checked out of his hotel room and flew to LA. After landing and picking up some gifts for his girlfriend, he made his way home and opened the garage door. He pulled his car in and got out, leaving all his luggage and stuff for later, only bringing in her flowers, chocolates, and their dinner he picked up. “Babe?!” He hollered loudly so he wouldn’t scare her at all. He walked in and saw her in the kitchen. “Hi baby doll. Surprise.” He smiled fondly, setting everything down and walking over to her, wrapping his arms tightly around her and just holding her close. “I missed you so much, beautiful.” He said in her ear as he took in her essence, turning his head in to kiss the top of her head.
I ignored Luke’s calling and walked right through the party until I was sitting in my car and driving home. I still had a smirk sitting on my face as I walked into bedroom as I was quite proud of my achievement. Later that night I was lying my bed trying to fall asleep but I couldn’t help but smile at the effect I had on Luke at the party. Monday should be interesting…
Once Monday had rolled around, I was back to dressing as my usual self and didn’t feel any different as I walked through the school doors following my usual routine. I could see some of the people who were at the party we clearly still hungover, I just silently laughed and walked to my first class. The whole day had gone by in a blur and I hadn’t even thought of Luke once.
Until I was walking home like every other day and I could sense someone walking next to me. I turned to look up at a smirking Luke, dressed in all black as usual “So what are we working on today babe?” he asked. “First of all, don’t call me babe, second of all, we’ll be working on chemistry and a bit more on English” I said looking straight into his eyes, trying not to get distracted by his teasing lips. “Sounds good to me Princess” he smiled and I rolled my eyes.
We arrived at my house and walked into the kitchen, we had something to eat quickly before walking up to my bedroom to start studying. Luke seemed to understand chemistry once it was explained in a simpler way. “I’m surprised, you’re actually doing quite well with this” I said still looking at my book, not noticing that he was looking directly at me. “Well I guess that just means we have great chemistry” he smirked and I turned to give him an annoyed look before looking back down at my text book and pushed my glasses up onto my nose. I moved all my hair over to one shoulder, this was something I always mindlessly did when I was studying. This seemed to get a reaction from Luke though as this left the side of my neck facing him bare which made him lick his lips.
Around a half hour later and Luke had completely zoned out, he just stared at my neck and my lips as I explained the periodic table for the fifth time. I was in the middle of talking when I felt his lips starting to kiss the side of my neck causing me to let out a slight gasp. “Hey we’re supposed to be studying remember” I said as he continued to pepper my neck with kisses “Well you aren’t stopping me” he mumbled against my skin. “Well-” I started before I let out another gasp as Luke found my sweet spot, I could feel his god damn smirk against my skin as he continued to kiss that area of my neck.
An idea came to my mind and I pushed Luke off and opened my English book, Luke let out a groan and I turned to him “We can do more of that if you study for English” I smirked. Luke gave me a surprised look before grabbing out his English book and we began studying. A short while later we were still studying and I looked over to Luke to see if he was paying attention but I was interrupted by him placing his lips onto mine. I gently but quickly pulled away and smiled innocently “Sorry, we aren’t done yet” I said sweetly, “Come on Y/N! We’ve been studying for ages, I can’t take it any more!” he whined. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll quiz you on the book and if you get all the answers right, we can finish what we started earlier” I proposed, Luke nodded eagerly “Let’s do it” he said.
We sat facing each other and I began asking questions and Luke answered them with ease “Pride and Prejudice was written by who?” “Jane Austen” “Correct, what are the names of the two main characters?” “Elizabeth Bennet and Mr Darcy” “Good, how many sisters does Elizabeth have?” “4” these questions continued for a while until we reached a question that I knew Luke wouldn’t be able to answer since I new he actually hadn’t finished the book unlike what he had told me “What is the name of the woman who tells Elizabeth that she won’t let her marry Mr Darcy” “Lady Caroline” he said and I shook my head causing his face to drop “Dammit I meant Lady Catherine!” he complained “Sorry I guess you’re just going to have to wait until tomorrow” I said as I began to pack up his things. Luke let out a whine before getting up and walking to the door and mumbling what sounded like “See you tomorrow” before closing the door and trudging down the stairs. I smirked at how much the tables had turned and I was now the one with all the power by teasing him.
Later that night, I was about to get changed into my pajamas and go to bed when I heard a faint tapping coming from somewhere in my room. The tapping gradually got louder as I walked over to my bedroom window. I looked out to see a figure and I could already tell from the height and broad shoulders that it was Luke. I opened my window and looked down at him “Luke what the hell are you doing here?” I half whispered-half shouted “can I come in?” he replied casually. “Are you crazy? I can’t just walk downstairs and open the front door, my parents would catch us!” he said staring at him “Okay then” was all he said before he started climbing up the side of the house. My eyes grew wide as I watched, he neared the top and I moved out of the way so he could climb through the window. Once he was in my room I ran over to him “What do you think you’re doing here” I asked still very confused by what just happened. “I couldn’t wait until tomorrow” he said smirking before kissing me passionately.
I hope you all like this chapter. It’s a little more emotional/angsty-ish I guess? lol anyway, I hope I wrote it well! This chapter felt a little short to me, but when I did the word count it’s actually more than the last two, so 👍🏽 I do plan on making chapter 6 much longer, though.