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Taeyong stumbled down the crowded alley, bypassing several overzealous staff trying to lure him into their clubs.
Admittedly, he almost followed her when she offered three free drink vouchers, but he was already halfway home.
If he didn’t amble his way back to his apartment now, he’d have to reschedule his appointment, and Yuta would be pissed at him.
Again.
So, he begrudgingly turned down the offer and kept on his way.
The illumination from the overhead streetlights, bars, and convenience stores seemed to explode and blur around the edges into a soft glow. Not only was he trashed, but his contacts were starting to dry and felt weird in his eyes, fucking up his vision.
He should not have accepted Donghyuck's offer of a shot of tequila because the alcohol was now churning uncomfortably in his stomach.
It would definitely be coming back up later. It was a promise.
Taeyong could only hope that it happened before 11 a.m. That way he had time to pick himself up from the floor of his bathroom, brush his teeth, shower the shame and fatigue away, and then eat a bagel.
It had become a typical Saturday morning or afternoon for him since he turned 20, and now that he was much closer to 30 than 20, Taeyong felt like he was aging out of it.
There were only so many Saturday mornings left for him to pass out in bed, drunk out his mind, and wake up feeling like death, only to feel human again in less than six hours.
Now, as he clumsily entered his door code and let himself in, he yanked off his clothes until he was down to his underwear.
The automatic light by the entrance remained on as he passed the mirror by his bed, and he stopped to stare at himself until a pleased rumble came up from his throat.
The few extra hours at the gym had been good to him, and he was drunk enough to guiltlessly admit it to himself.
The pull of his bed, however, was too strong, and he continued toward it until he sunk down into the soft duvet and sheets. Before sleep took hold of him, he put his phone on the charger and cuddled his pink rabbit to his chest.
His alarm came too soon, and Taeyong was jolted awake at the ripe time of 10:30.
He turned it off and stared at the ceiling, feeling the beginnings of a hangover headache creeping up his temple.
"Fuck me." He said it more to himself than to anyone else, then climbed out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom.
For once in his life, the tequila didn’t come back up, and he was able to take a shower and brush his teeth without paying homage to the porcelain god.
He wasn’t, however, able to eat that bagel he’d thought about earlier that morning.
Instead, he settled for a hot cup of peppermint tea from the coffee shop right outside his house. Not too far from that was a 7/11. So, he stopped at the convenience store and blindly snatched a hangover cure from the cooler.
He paid and quickly downed it right in front of the cashier, not even flinching because the worker was well aware of where her store was located. She probably saw hungover people like him all the time.
He recycled the glass bottle and continued on his way to the studio.
Yuta was leaning on the counter, watching a rerun of Show Me the Money on his phone. He barely looked up when Taeyong walked in and simply greeted him with a grunt.
Taeyong would’ve kept walking, but there was another person seated on the couch, also watching something on his phone. When he caught sight of Taeyong, he stood up and greeted him, an easy smile on his face.
"Are you Taeyong?" Taeyong nodded and greeted the man as well, assuming that this was the person he had an appointment with.
"And you’re Johnny?" The man nodded and shoved his phone in his pocket, standing awkwardly as he waited for Taeyong to tell him where to go.
The ‘studio’ was little more than a basement space with sparse furniture and privacy partitions for artists to work on their clients.
Taeyong shrugged off his bag and directed Johnny to sit down in the chair while he prepped the stencil on the thermal imager. The computer was already on, and he logged into the messenger to confirm Johnny’s design.
"Is this your design?" Johnny turned his head in the chair and confirmed that it was.
He didn’t often make judgments about the tattoos his clients wanted, but the almost dainty olive branch on his clavicle was a bit of a contrast to the panther tattoo on his forearm.
Not that he would ever voice it, so Taeyong nodded and again referenced their messages on the desired size. When he printed it out, he held it out to Johnny, who nodded in confirmation again.
With the stencil in hand, he turned toward Johnny and noticed that the man still had his shirt on.
And was staring at him.
"Uh, can you take off your shirt? I need to prep the area." It must’ve taken a few moments for his words to register because Johnny just stared at him until he quickly moved to do as Taeyong asked.
"Uh yeah. Sorry." He sounded embarrassed, and considering the fact that he already had ink, it wasn’t like he was new to the process.
So far, Johnny had been weirdly cute. Taeyong chuckled until he realized how nice Johnny's body was as the fabric rolled up his muscled torso.
Shit. He was hot.
Taeyong bit his lip and looked away until Johnny’s shirt was over his head and bunched in his lap. When he looked at him again, Johnny was staring down at his shirt, his fingers clenched in the fabric.
"Okay, I need you to get comfortable, and I’m going to lower you back so I can clean you up and place the stencil. I’ll hold up a mirror, and I need you to double check the placement for me," Taeyong spoke, dismissing just how nice he thought Johnny’s body was.
He did as he promised, and once Johnny was leaned back in, he walked over to the small sink in the corner to wash and dry his hands, then he slipped on his black latex gloves.
When he came back to the chair, Johnny stared right up at him, and Taeyong swore his heart skipped a beat.
Literally, what the fuck.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts and being silently thankful that his hangover headache was already subsiding, he cleaned the area with sturdy cotton pads and rubbing alcohol. Then he carefully placed the now-cut stencil approximately where Johnny mentioned it in his scheduling message.
As promised, he held a large hand mirror over Johnny and asked again if the placement was right. Johnny nodded and Taeyong put the mirror away, then he spritzed his skin with water from a spray bottle before he placed the stencil and pressed.
Even if his hand was only on Johnny’s clavicle, he could feel the man’s heart racing, which he actively chose to ignore in favor of doing his job.
It wasn’t like he never found some of his clients attractive, but something about Johnny was making it hard to concentrate.
He pulled away the stencil and nodded to himself when he saw the olive branch had transferred perfectly in purple ink.
Yuta had already prepped the ink and machine for him, so all Taeyong had to do was get comfortable on his stool and reach for some ointment to swab on the transfer.
Satisfied, he reached for the gun and dipped the needle into the black ink.
His attraction to Johnny was forgotten as soon as the soft buzzing of the machine started and Taeyong got in his groove, tracing over the purple ink.
The entire time, Johnny didn’t move like the perfect client.
He didn’t speak until Taeyong finished the tracing.
"So how long have you been tattooing?" Taeyong tilted his head, thinking, before he finally settled on an answer.
"Eight years? I started training after I finished my military service and did my first tattoo on myself that same year."
Johnny’s eyes widened, and his lips curled into an intrigued smile.
"You already did your service? That’s crazy," as Johnny spoke, there was a twang to his accent, and Taeyong felt curious.
"You haven’t? Your ID says we’re the same age." Johnny’s eyes softened.
"No, I’m actually from Chicago. I’m here on a work visa with a company." Now that was interesting, and Taeyong didn’t stop his eyes from widening.
"So you’re American? Did you get your panther there?" He got a confirming hum in response. "I could tell. There aren’t many artists here who do that style. It’s cool." It was impossible to miss the pink that colored Johnny’s cheeks, but out of courtesy, Taeyong didn’t comment on it.
They spoke more as Taeyong finished the shading and put the final touches on the branches and leaves. He might’ve been extra thorough because the conversation was good, and he found himself disappointed when he finally finished.
He tapped on Johnny’s other shoulder, announcing that he was finished, and leaned the chair back up. Again, he handed Johnny the hand mirror and asked if it was right.
"This is gorgeous. Thanks, Taeyong." Hearing Johnny’s voice say his name sent heat to the pit of his stomach, and he tried really hard to ignore it.
The tattoo was already paid for, so once Taeyong had cleaned it up and wiped it down, he asked Johnny to pose for a picture for his Instagram.
He was happily obliged, and Johnny stood up, jutting out his shoulder comically. It made Taeyong let out a chuckle before he personally posed Johnny with his hands.
Even if they were separated by Taeyong’s gloves, he could feel the heat of Johnny’s skin, and again, he forced himself to ignore it.
When he was satisfied with Johnny’s pose, he snapped several pictures and even got a ring light to get some brighter shots. After that, Taeyong changed his gloves and carefully applied ointment on the tattoo before dressing it and going through the usual aftercare rules: don’t remove the bandage for at least a few hours, maybe avoid drinking, don’t go to the beach or pool or sauna, don’t rub, ect.
Johnny nodded and carefully put his shirt back on when Taeyong gave him the okay, then he walked back into the lobby where Yuta was waiting.
"How was it? Our Yongie is talented and so gentle." Johnny agreed with a laugh, then took one last look at Taeyong before he ascended the stairs to the street. When the outer door closed behind him, Yuta immediately paused his show and gave Taeyong a mischievous look.
"What was that about?" Taeyong wanted to curse himself when he immediately blushed.
Of course, Yuta noticed and immediately launched into a teasing song.
"Yongie wants to fuck a client. Yongie wants to fuck a client." Taeyong winced and stuck up his middle finger at Yuta before he retreated back behind the partition to clean up and prep for his next appointment in three hours.
"I ordered Thai by the way. It should be here in ten. Should help with that hangover of yours," Yuta called, making Taeyong grimace.
Had it been that obvious that he’d felt like shit when he walked in?
Not that it mattered much. As long as he showed up to his appointments and did a good job, Yuta wouldn’t nag him for it.
The chances of meeting Johnny again had been slim, but not zero.
Which was why Taeyong found himself making eye contact with Johnny as Jungwoo poured tequila from the bottle right down his throat.
It was his birthday, and after a few months of going easy on the drinking and going out, Taeyong was letting down his hair.
Figuratively and literally, because after Johnny’s appointment, he also decided to start growing out his hair.
Part of him hoped Johnny would just give him a nod of acknowledgement, and another—hornier—part of him hoped Johnny would come up and talk to him. After all, he was the birthday boy, and he should get what he wanted.
It was the least the universe could do since it would definitely punish him in the morning or whenever they stopped drinking.
And since the said universe was feeling generous, Johnny broke from his friends and walked over to where Doyoung was wiping Taeyong’s chin.
"Having a good night?" Taeyong batted Doyoung’s hand away and lolled his head to the side, shooting Johnny what he hoped was a cheeky grin.
"Well, it’s my birthday, so I hope so," Taeyong managed, inwardly thrilled that he could still string together sentences.
Johnny’s eyebrows shot up, and he smirked before he turned toward the bar and leaned over, whispering something to the bartender. Within a few minutes, Jungwoo produced four milky-looking shots and accepted the card Johnny slid him.
"What’s this?" Taeyong eyed the shots in curiosity and wondered if whatever it was would mix well in his stomach.
"Cinnamon Toast Crunch. You look like someone who’d appreciate a sweet shot. Especially after the tequila." With that, Johnny handed a shot glass to Taeyong, then picked one up himself.
In a sort of drunken autopilot, Taeyong held up his shot glass in a silent toast and knocked it back, reveling in how smoothly—and painlessly—the shot went down.
His eyes must’ve shown how much he liked it, because Johnny laughed and handed him the second shot.
When all the shots were done, Taeyong licked his lips and leaned against the bar. His eyes raked over Johnny’s body, and he noticed how his shirt was a bit sheer. Looking just as crisp as when he’d done it, the olive branch stood out. He’d really taken good care of it.
Of course, in typical drunk-Taeyong fashion, he voiced his thoughts instead of keeping them to himself, and again, Johnny laughed and thanked him.
God, he was so drunk.
"I hope you have a good rest of your night and happy birthday," Johnny mentioned, not completely looking like he was ready to stop talking.
And again, Taeyong was too drunk to go along with most social cues, so he reached out for Johnny’s hand.
It was his birthday. He deserved to get what he wanted.
"If you’re not busy, why don’t you come over? We have a table tonight." Johnny looked down at where Taeyong was holding his hand and—maybe it was Taeyong’s imagination—took a deep breath before he nodded.
"Ah, yeah. That sounds fun."
From there, the night got fuzzy, and between Yuta making quips about Johnny’s sudden appearance and fate, Doyoung’s curious questions, and Taeyong’s steady steps to getting blackout drunk, somehow Taeyong ended up in Johnny’s lap.
There were plenty of seats at their table, but through a series of drunken events and thinly-veiled attempts to get closer to Johnny, that’s where Taeyong ended up.
And when he’d heard Bruno Mars croon 24K for the third time that night, Taeyong decided he was ready to go home. They’d already seen three DJs through their sets, so it was at least 3 AM.
He’d stayed long enough to not be embarrassed, and he was drunk enough that he couldn’t see straight.
He could, however, see that Johnny had stuck around and accepted Taeyong, wrapping himself around his body like a koala that reeked of tequila.
With a smile.
So, even with the fog that descended over his brain, he could tell that Johnny was very much into him. And if he was being honest, he also wanted Johnny to be into him, literally.
When Yuta went to pay out their tab and Doyoung went with him, Taeyong leaned over to whisper in Johnny’s ear.
"Will you take me home? I’m way too drunk to walk by myself." It was vague but said everything that needed to be said.
When Taeyong’s friends came back to the table, Johnny and Taeyong were standing side by side in front of the table.
"So is this the end of the night?" Yuta asked, somehow the most sober of all of them.
Taeyong nodded and mentioned that Johnny offered to walk him home. Both Doyoung and Yuta immediately caught on and politely waved them off.
"Don’t even think about coming into the shop tomorrow. You’re off till Monday." Yuta called after them. Taeyong nodded and then grabbed Johnny’s forearm for support as the room started to spin.
When he got his bearings together again, he and Johnny went up the stairs and exited the club.
The warm, humid air of Seoul immediately hit both of them, but Taeyong took a deep breath and kept his grip on Johnny’s bicep, leaning in to take a deep inhale of his cologne.
Just like when he was in the shop, Taeyong could feel his pulse racing as he steered them toward his apartment.
Johnny was uncharacteristically quiet as they walked, and Taeyong was so close, he swore the man’s heart was racing as well.
It was only when they got into the elevator of Taeyong’s building that he pondered the fact that Johnny’s quietness might be because he was nervous. What he thought was a flush from the alcohol could actually be from embarrassment or nervousness.
It was actually kind of flattering, but Taeyong felt an odd moment of clarity, and when they approached his apartment door, Taeyong turned around and grabbed Johnny’s shoulders.
"Hey, if you’re not comfortable or this is too much, it’s okay if you want to just sleep off the alcohol or go home. Thank you for walking me home." Taeyong’s mouth was so dry, and his tongue felt like it was sticking to the top of his mouth as he talked, but his heart continued to race.
"No way. I’ve been wait-" Johnny glanced around the hallway, and he motioned for Taeyong to open his door so he could continue with "it’s kind of late, and it’d be rude to make more noise in the hallway."
Of course he was thoughtful, and later, Taeyong would question why that made his dick hard.
He unlocked the door, and they stepped inside. The automatic light stayed on for what seemed like ages—two minutes—as they stared at each other.
"I’ve been thinking about you since I got my tattoo." Johnny mumbled, reaching out to brush some of Taeyong’s hair from his face. The touch sent a shiver through his body, and Taeyong leaned into it.
"Me too." Those words made Johnny lean forward to press their lips together.
As if the first kiss wasn’t enough, Johnny kept surging forward for more.
It tasted like the beer Johnny had been drinking all night, and it was kind of addicting. They hadn’t even done anything yet, and Taeyong was certain he didn’t want this to be a one-time thing.
And that feeling only worsened as Taeyong finally broke the kiss and pulled Johnny deeper into his apartment, leading him to his bed. He had the mind to pull off his clothes, so by the time Johnny was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking up at him like he’d hung the moon, Taeyong was down to his underwear.
"You have so many small tattoos," Johnny sighed, reaching out to touch his most recent piece on his hip. It was of Astro Boy, and as one of his favorite cartoons growing up, it meant quite a bit to him. But he was nowhere near having the mental space to explain, so he just put his hand over it.
"I’ll explain them later, I promise. Right now, I need this." With that, he moved Johnny’s hand to his crotch, where there was a damp spot forming on the front of his boxer briefs. Johnny licked his lips and nodded, giving a gentle squeeze to where Taeyong placed his hands.
When he got a hiss in response, Johnny grinned and moved his hand, reaching to start taking off his own clothes.
His body was just as good as Taeyong remembered, and he bit his lip, dragging his gaze down Johnny’s chest the moment his shirt was off. His eyes lingered on Johnny’s shoulder, where the olive branch was, and he resisted the urge to reach out and trace it with his fingers.
There would be a time to do that. For the both of them. Right now, however, he needed Johnny to touch him or he would just pass out from the alcohol coursing through his body.
Johnny gave Taeyong a heated look before he yanked down his underwear and kicked it in the same direction as his and Taeyong’s clothes.
Taeyong finally got a good look at Johnny’s dick and he bit his lower lip, humming in approval.
Curved toward his belly button with a reddish-pink head, it was just as perfect as the rest of Johnny’s body.
He must’ve stared for too long, because Johnny reached out and dragged Taeyong by the hips toward him, pressing insistent kisses that trailed down his stomach and chest.
He had to know how hard Taeyong’s heart was beating. He could probably feel it thrumming beneath his skin, giving away how excited he was at the fact that this was happening. On the early morning of his 28th birthday.
Fingers hooked around the edge of his underwear and pulled the fabric down his thighs.
Watching as those perfectly plump lips stretched around the head of his cock made Taeyong throw his head back with an unrestrained moan. His walls were incredibly thin, and Taeil would probably hate him, but he wouldn’t—couldn’t—worry about it.
Not when Johnny was swallowing him down like a champ and reaching behind to squeeze his ass and hold him close as he worked his way down.
His fingers made their way to Johnny’s hair, pulling at the strands from the roots. When Johnny moaned, Taeyong’s eyes nearly crossed, and he shallowly moved his hips before he thought better of it.
He was already too close to coming, and honestly, as much as he loved Johnny’s lips, he wanted to come elsewhere.
The clarity of his thoughts about what he wanted from Johnny was insane considering how drunk he was, but it definitely spoke to how much Johnny had been occupying his mind.
Gently, he tugged at Johnny’s hair again, and the other man looked up at him, a questioning look on his face. If Taeyong had let him go on any longer, he would’ve come then and there, but luckily he still had a bit of restraint left.
"To-too good," Taeyong explained, rubbing his thumb along Johnny’s shiny lips when he pulled off. A thin line of spit connected Johnny’s to him still and when it broke, Taeyong pushed Johnny onto his back and climbed on top of him, straddling him.
The look on Johnny’s face as Taeyong stared down at him made Taeyong’s heart drop into his ass. His eyes were wide, and spit-slicked lips were parted as he panted, holding onto Taeyong’s hips.
It was then that Taeyong mused that maybe instead of having Johnny inside of him, at that moment, he wanted to fold the tall man’s limbs and take him apart. And though Taeyong still had a lot to learn about Johnny and his non-verbal cues, it was what he seemed to want as well.
He hadn’t anticipated taking anyone home that night, but he luckily had a condom and lube within reach. He didn't have to do much more than lean for it, and when he showed it to Johnny, the man had the nerve to blush.
God, he was so hot.
He hated having to climb from on top of him, but the image of Johnny staring at him between his spread legs made up for it.
Just the way his brow scrunched up and the way the muscles in his thighs jumped as Taeyong slipped a finger inside of him drove Taeyong insane.
When one finger turned into two and he scissored them apart, Johnny let out soft groans that Taeyong wanted to commit to memory.
Johnny gripped his bicep, rolled his hips down, and fucked himself on Taeyong’s fingers as he gnawed at his bottom lip, looking every bit of gorgeous.
He might’ve gone overboard with the preparation because he was enjoying Johnny’s reactions, but when Johnny said that he was ready, Taeyong wasted no time.
He rolled on the condom and added more lube, then kneeled between Johnny’s thighs, pulling the man’s legs to wrap around his waist.
It’d been a while since he was in this position, but as he moved forward, pushing until his hips were pressed against Johnny’s ass, he worked on setting a steady pace.
Soft sounds left Johnny’s lips, and he took each thrust in stride, tightening the hold he had with his thighs as Taeyong pressed deep inside of him and brushed past his prostate.
For once, Taeyong was thankful he was still kind of drunk, because had he been sober, he’d be much closer to coming than he already was.
Johnny, however, didn’t seem to have the same problem because when Taeyong reached to stroke him, the soft noises got louder and Johnny’s thighs quivered.
The muscles stood out in his neck as Taeyong tightened his grip around Johnny’s dick, stroking him the same way he liked.
"Taeyong, I’m gonna come," Johnny warned, his words coming out strained as he got closer to the edge. It took a second to register that he said it in English, and Taeyong swore he felt his own orgasm approach that much faster.
He could feel the muscles tightening in his stomach, and his thrusts got a bit sloppy, as well as his stroking.
It didn’t matter because a few moments later, Johnny came as promised, and Taeyong watched as his abs contracted and his grip on Taeyong’s arms tightened. Warmth covered Taeyong’s fist, and he let Johnny go soon after, letting out a few drawn-out moans as Johnny tightened around him, pulling his orgasm from him.
When he finally came, Taeyong pushed flush against him and fought to hold himself up as his orgasm washed over him.
As he came back to himself and noticed that he had in fact failed to hold himself up over Johnny, he slurred an apology and tried to lift himself off of Johnny.
Johnny, however, had another idea and wrapped his arms around Taeyong, keeping him pinned to his chest.
"It’s okay, I like it," Johnny mumbled into Taeyong’s neck.
He really was perfect, Taeyong thought as he wrapped his own arms around Johnny and resigned himself to sleeping on top of him.
It was always unpleasant to wake up in the morning—afternoon—hungover and feeling the beginnings of vomit pooling in the back of his throat. It was another level of unpleasantness and awkwardness to not only have that but also figure out how to untangle himself from the very strong arms and legs wrapped around him.
"John, you gotta let me go or I’m gonna throw up on the both of us, please," Taeyong whined quietly, beating lightly at Johnny’s chest.
His stomach was tossing and twisting, and his head was pounding. He had approximately two minutes to get to the toilet, or he’d have to not only force Johnny into a shower, but also run down to the laundromat on the first floor of his building to clean his sheets and blankets.
Johnny groaned and held onto Taeyong tighter, and Taeyong whined louder and fought harder, managing to get free from Johnny’s grip after another minute. He stumbled to his feet and almost slipped on Johnny’s underwear as he hustled into the bathroom and kneeled in front of the toilet.
He made it just in time as his stomach lurched, and he spilled the contents of his stomach into the porcelain bowl.
Taeyong heaved four more times before he finally deemed he was finished, then he struggled onto his feet to flush the contents. With a few deep breaths in the mirror, he brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth before he wiped his face with a warm hand towel.
It was only after that that he noticed he’d forgotten to take off the condom, and he scrunched up his face as he removed it and rolled it up in tissue paper before tossing it in the garbage bin.
After a few thoughts, he leaned his head out the bathroom door and saw Johnny still dead asleep, so he decided on a quick shower.
Once he was showered and looking somewhat decent, he strolled out of the bathroom, still toweling off the water from his hair. Johnny was awake now, sitting up with his legs off the edge of the bed.
"Hungover?" Taeyong asked quietly, moving over to his fridge to procure a giant bottle of Pocari Sweat and some hangover cures he preemptively bought a few nights ago. He chugged the contents of the brown glass bottle, then handed one to Johnny before he sat down next to him.
Johnny didn’t answer and instead groaned before he followed suit, chugging the liquid in the glass bottle before he reached out for Taeyong’s Pocari.
Even if Taeyong’s brain felt like it was in a blender, he still watched as Johnny gulped several mouthfuls of the sports drink, tingles of desire turning in the pit of his stomach.
Or at least, he thought the tingles were desire because there wasn’t anything else left in his stomach.
When Johnny had finished, he sat the bottle on the floor by his feet and flopped back into bed.
Taeyong watched in amusement, taking in the fact that Johnny was still very much so naked and didn’t seem to care at all.
"Fuck, my back hurts," Johnny whined, his voice muffled from the pillow he shoved his face into.
That made Taeyong blush, and he let out a cough that made his head throb before he got up and searched his medicine cabinet for Tylenol. Once those were procured, he knocked back two of the pills and took a sip of his drink before he climbed back into his bed and hovered over Johnny, tapping his cheek. The man cracked one eye open, then opened his mouth, and Taeyong dropped the pills in before he put the sports drink bottle in Johnny’s outstretched hand.
Again, Taeyong watched Johnny’s Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he drank, and he swallowed hard, certain he couldn’t handle a boner with the way his head was throbbing.
Taeyong leaned out of bed and fished his phone from his pocket, then began scrolling through his notifications. There were a few DMs from people on Instagram inquiring about appointments or designs, and a few messages from Yuta.
The first few were congratulating Taeyong on finally getting laid after an eight-month drought. The next wave were ramblings about what happened after he left with Johnny. The last message was a winking emoji and a picture of what Taeyong was certain was the back of Doyoung’s head and his bare shoulders and back amongst Yuta’s sheets.
He chuckled about Yuta finally succeeding in getting in Doyoung’s pants and sent back a ‘hooray’ emoji.
After that, he threw his phone down and laid down next to Johnny, shielding his face from the sunlight coming through the window right by his bed.
"In the mood for Haejangguk?" Again, a single eye opened, and Johnny nodded.
Taeyong ordered the food quickly, then put his phone down again before he made an attempt at conversation. But, Johnny beat him to it.
"So, I meant what I said. I like you and last night was…" Johnny cleared his throat, finally getting embarrassed about something and showing that he was, in fact, human, "amazing. When we’re not so hungover, would you let me treat you to dinner? It’s actually your birthday today, right?" Taeyong let out an affirmative hum, and Johnny finally opened both his eyes.
He rolled to his side and stared at Taeyong, making the tingles in his stomach return with a vengeance.
"That would be nice, actually." The smile Johnny had was blinding, and as Taeyong’s headache slowly started to subside, he smiled back.