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drunk neighbour! gon pt. 2

hello angels!! this is the highly requested pt 2 of this au :’)) it’s coming out a little early bc i’ve had a rough day and i rlly wanted to distract myself. i hope u guys like it!!! 💘💘 idk what the first part is, but the rest is fun!!

warnings: underage drinking,, byounggon’s lips ,...ooh

The next morning, when Byounggon is parked outside of your house, you’re somewhere between feeling your heart beat out of your chest, and slamming your head against a brick wall.

His car, a beat up Mustang, is edged between your house’s garbage bins and the battered mail box. Years before, when Byounggon had first gotten his license, the two of you had snuck out, and spent the night eating at various drive thru’s and admiring the city’s lights; on the drive home, Byounggon had gotten a little too immersed in Jay Park’s latest album, and almost railed through your mailbox. Today, that same tottering mailbox stands before you, but something about it makes your stomach twist. That was the thing with Byounggon. Everywhere you went, anywhere you looked, he was there embedded somewhere in your past; it was nostalgic and heart breaking.

“Your house is over there, you know.” You say slyly as you stray away from your front door, and walk toward Byounggon. He is sitting in the driver’s seat, but the window is wide open; he’s leaning toward you, and smiling widely.

Byounggon’s tongue darts out to lick his lips, and he clutches a hand to his chest, face twisting in a pout.

“Ouch,” He groans, and at the end, he laughs. It’s that same laugh he makes when you shy away from his touch, the same laugh that makes your breath shaky. He shrugs. “Just thought I��d give you a ride.”

You take in Byounggon’s smooth expression and the subtle lift of his lips. His smile is crooked, and distracting, but the way his eyes focus on yours steals your attention.

“I don’t know, Gon...” You trail off. “I’m in AP Enviro. It’s all about reducing pollution and stuff.”

Byounggon takes one look at you, and then he turns back to his steering wheel. The car is dark, and his face is clouded, but you know he’s smiling. He lets out a deep laugh, and shakes his head slowly; when he turns to look back at you, his hand is still perched onto the steering wheel, and he gestures toward the passenger’s seat. Your feelings of anxiety have not yet settled, but Byounggon’s reply leaves you embarrassingly stunned.

He unlocks the car door.

“Car pool.”

***

Your mom waves from the front door when she sees you in Lee Byounggon’s car.

There’s something about the smile her smile that makes your face burn up, and her widened gaze is definitely noticeable from the window side. Byounggon chuckles as he turns on the ignition.

“I think your mom still likes me.” He teases, waving a hand to your frantic mother, and flashing her a wide toothed grin.

You scoff. “My mom still thinks you’re the kid that used to go treasure hunting with me when we were five.”

Byounggon pulls away from your house and tilts his head with curiosity. He furrows his eyebrow, and spares you a glimpse when he stops at the stop sign.

“Aren’t I?” He asks.

You couldn’t tell him.

You couldn’t tell him that he was no longer that kid. You couldn’t tell him that you no longer wanted to go on mini adventures in your backyards, swing on the playground, or bike into the city. Right now, you wanted him to push you against the window, recline your seat backward, and latch his lips onto yours. You wanted him to run his hands through your hair, cup the skin of your cheeks, bite the bottom of your lips, leave marks on your neck, whisper secrets in your ears; you wanted his attention in a way that was different from before. He was different. You were different.

“Hello? Earth to [Y/N]?” Byounggon’s call breaks you from your train of thought, and when you look at the window, you’re pulling into the school parking lot.

“Sorry,” You mumble. “I-I was just thinking.”

Byounggon thinks it much more than that, because the corners of your eyebrows are pushed together, and the tips of your ears are a scarlet red. But he nods anyways. And his eyes linger on your lips. Yours linger on his, too. Then, in the blink of eye, you’re stumbling out of the car door, and rushing toward the English wing.

“I’m gonna be late for English!” You call out in his direction. You can hear Byounggon laughing from behind you

“I thought you had Bio?”

Shit.

***

You’re hiding out in the school’s Cafeteria by the time Seunghun comes to find you.

“Hey, cutie!” He shouts, casually throwing his arm around you in a side hug. Seunghun is clad in a light blue sweatshirt and tight black skinny jeans; his hair, freshly bleached, smooths over his head in a way that’s flawlessly messy, and his soft gaze makes the pang in your chest somewhat bearable.

“Jesus, Hun,” You breathe out, shutting your eyes tightly, and stabilizing yourself against his body. “You gave me a heart attack.”

Seunghun laughs, and his hands launch up defensively.

“My bad.” He admits, and his hand reaches out to ruffle the top of your head. You wiggle in annoyance and shew him away, but Seunghun only laughs in response. In this moment, you think you understand why half the school is in love with Kim Seunghun. He was a shameless flirt, but Seunghun never let you feel anything less than special. When he said things, you knew he always meant them.

“So, you’re coming to my party this weekend, right?” Seunghun’s voice rings out, and his eyes narrow at you in an inquisitive glance.

“I don’t know, Hun,” you shrug. “Your parties are kinda scary. And I never see you!”

Seunghun’s face breaks out into an uneven pout, and he crosses his arms. “C’mon [Y/N]! You didn’t come to Hyunsuk’s party either. We miss you.”

“Mmmm,” You hum, playfully poking a finger into your cheek. “Give me one good reason why I should come.”

At first, Seunghun is oddly quiet, and you honestly think you might’ve stumped him. But then you watch as this light sparks in his eyes, and his lips twist into a smirk that is both light-hearted, and frightening.

“Byounggon will be there.” He teases, and his eyes close in on you.

The air in the hallway suddenly feels chilly; and you hope, more than anything else, that Seunghun doesn’t notice the tightening of your face, or the straightening of your back. His eyes gloss over you once more, and you quirk an eyebrow back at him.

“So?” You blurt out.

Seunghun lets out an airy laugh, then his hand shoots out to caress your shoulder.

“Hey [Y/N],” he whispers, leaning closer to your ear.

“W-what?”

“You might be a good liar...,” He starts, scrunching his nose and patting your head lovingly. “But your cheeks definitely aren’t.”

“S-shut up!” You whine after him, and Seunghun walks toward his first class in a fit of giggles. When you pout your lips at him, he shoots you a sly wink.

“I’ll see you there, [Y/N]!” He sings out.

The blush still stains your cheeks as you walk away.

***

You end up going to Seunghun’s party because Hyunsuk says he’ll ‘die without you there’.

Of course, you start to doubt that notion when you step into the party, and Hyunsuk is immediately whisked away into the crowd of drunk teenagers, shouting the lyrics to ‘Sicko Mode’, and dancing toward the refreshment table.

The party's at Seunghun’s house, and you wonder how he got his parents to agree, because the place looks like it’s been trampled by a thousand rogue bulls. The chandelier in the living room swings lightly from the jumping of teenage bodies and the bass of the blaring music, there are red Solo cups on every free surface, and every other room in the house seems to be locked; you wonder if Seunghun locked them away on purpose, or if wild teenagers got to them first.

You meet Seunghun’s eyes through the crowds of people, and he rushes toward you with a smooth smile on his face, red Solo cup in hand, and the liquid swishes from side to side.

“You made it!” He slurs, pulling you in for a tight hug. Seunghun’s drink tips slightly onto your back, and you feel the seeping of cold liquid on the nape of your neck, and the back of your hair. You groan into Seunghun’s embrace and pull away with a small laugh.

“Get away!” You giggle through the music. “The party just started, you moron! How are you drunk already?”

Seunghun shakes his head furiously, and his eyes roll over in a mischievous glance. He pushes closer to you and sets his cup down on a coffee table, without a coaster. You know his mom would kill him.

“You’re drunk too!” He shoots back, wagging his finger in the air. Before you can tilt your head, furrow your brows, and ask for further clarification, Seunghun’s face breaks out into a silly grin.

“On looooooveeeeeeeeee,” He finishes, mimicking what you think is a body roll, but looks a little more like he has diarrhea.

Before you can call him an ‘idiot’, Seunghun is swallowed by the crowd of dancing teenagers, and you’re left alone by the booming speakers; you turn your attention toward the brightly lit kitchen, and decide some paper towels would probably do the stain on the back of your top justice.

When you hurl into the kitchen, there, leaning against the counter tops, lips closed around a cold can, is the one person you found yourself searching every crowd for.

Lee Byounggon.

***

“You came.”

Byounggon’s voice echoes against the emptiness of the kitchen, and when the door closes behind you, it feels like the two of you are in a vacuum. From behind the door, you can hear the murmur of the crowd, the blaring of the speakers, the faint voices of teenagers screaming ‘Chug! Chug! Chug!; but with Byounggon standing in front of you, it’s hard to focus on anything else.

He stands in a dark black t-shirt and light blue jeans. You notice the earring he wears from one ear is no longer the stud you remember from earlier in the week, but a dangling silver cross. The shine of the jewelry against the sultry tone of his skin makes your heart dance in your chest, and you struggle to maintain your composure. Byounggon’s mouth, like usual, is stretched out into that crooked smile, with his chin jutting forward, and the long of expanse of his neck painfully visible. It’s hard to look at him and not imagine your hands wrapped around his neck, your lips on his, his hands everywhere.

“Are you as drunk as everyone else?” You ask, slowly walking toward the counter he’s leaning against, hands stretched out toward the paper towels.

Byounggon shakes his head, and he lifts the can he’s holding toward you.

“Nah. Just Red Bull.”

When your face twists into a sour expression, he breaks out into a laugh.

“Red Bull is gross.” You object, shaking your head avidly. Byounggon’s eyes are fixated on the puckering of your lips, the wandering of your eyes.

“But,” You continue. “I guess it’s good if it’s keeping you out of people’s beds.”

“You want me all to yourself, huh?”

You’d be lying if you said his words didn’t leave you slightly winded, and you think your face might show it too, because Byounggon’s eyes are sparkling, and his lips are twinged in a sideways smile.

Yes. Yes, I do.

“You’re so full of it,” You roll your eyes playfully. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

He nods his head. Then he looks down at the floor, and seconds later, he’s staring back at you with that same wild expression.

“I wish it was, though.”

Your feel your throat close, and you’re almost thankful for Junkyu, who comes barreling through the door, practically jumping onto Byounggon’s body.

“I can’t feel my legs,” Junkyu groans, and Byounggon shoots you a tight smile. He wraps his arms around Junkyu’s body and lugs him toward the bathroom, and he bites his lip as he walks away.

“I’ll see you later, [Y/N].” He calls out.

Somehow your throat feels tighter.

***

For the rest of the night, you hardly see Byounggon.

When your eyes meet for fractions of seconds in the crowds of people, he turns away, and distracts himself with his friends. Seunghun, Hyunsuk, and Junkyu are drunkenly fooling around, and as the night grows longer, you start to question why you came to this party in the first place.

As you begin to contemplate leaving Hyunsuk behind, and heading out early, Junkyu rushes to the centre of the living room, and Seunghun shuts off the music.

“Who wants to play spin the bottle?” Junkyu shouts, and tens of eager teenagers huddle toward the middle of the room, and begin to arrange themselves in a circle. You watch as Seunghun pulls Byounggon’s hesitant body toward the circle, and almost immediately after, you feel Hyunsuk wrap his hand in yours, pulling you next to his spot.

The game starts slowly, and honestly, it’s a little nauseating.

You watch as drunk teenagers smother their lips against one another, and grope various body parts, some a little too promiscuous than you’d care to see, but for the most part, the game is light-hearted and exciting.

“[Y/N],” Junkyu suddenly shouts from the other side of the circle. “You spin!”

“Me?” You question, gulping as suddenly everyone in the room seems to be looking at you. You catch Byounggon’s eyes on you, but then he looks away. His jaw looks tight, and he’s staring intently at his hands.

You’re not sure if it’s the ambiance of the silent room, or the thrill of the unknown that makes you step into the middle of the circle, but the tingling sensation in the pits of your stomach beckons you to continue. Teenagers around the room, some of them classmates you recognize, others, you’ve never seen before, are staring intently at your fingers as they wrap around the bottle, and they start to shout when the bottle spins in circles, and then slows down, and then stops, in front of...

Junkyu.

Junkyu wraps his hand around the bottle and pushes it to slightly to his left. To Byounggon.

Then the room erupts in a whirlwind of chaos you’ve never seen before.

***

“T-that’s not how the game works, Kyu.” You’re trying to explain, but now everyone is shouting, and cheering, and pushing you toward Byounggon, and you don’t think he can hear you. Junkyu, still on the other side of the circle, is bowing as teenagers clap around him.

“That’s right,” Junkyu shouts with a toothy grin. “I did it in the name of love. I’m like... I’m like cupid!”

The room continues to cheer, and as Byounggon’s body rushes closer, an odd sense of calm washes over you.

“You don’t have to do this, [Y/N].” Byounggon whispers when he’s close enough. “It’s just a game, a-and they’re all being so stupid, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to-,”

“Are you sober?” You ask bluntly, your eyes staring into his. Byounggon looks taken aback, and his brows quirk in confusion.

“What? Why?”

You bite your lip, and suddenly it feels like no one else is in the room.

“Just tell me, Gon. Are you sober?”

Byounggon nods his head, but his eyes are still narrowed in confusion, and he doesn’t seem to understand.

[ “Did I kiss you?”

“W-what? No. No!”

“Good. I want to be sober when that happens.” ]

“Yeah,” His voice trails off. “I’m sober, but wh-,”

You kiss him.

***

Byounggon’s lips feel like soft cushions.

At first, your lips are hesitant against his, lightly pushing and softly parting, but as Byounggon starts kissing back, slow but firm, you start to kiss harder, and rougher. When Byounggon’s teeth nip at your bottom lip, you feel yourself humming onto his lips, and he’s smiling against yours, brushing back over the spot to soothe the pain. Byounggon’s hands are wrapping firmly around your waist, and somewhere along the way, your hands found themselves around his neck. As Byounggon pulls away for a breath of air, your hand slides down to cup his cheek, and he’s staring wantonly into your eyes. Now, you can hear the sounds of the people around you, and you can see Hyunsuk from the corner of your eyes, walking around wildly while whistling profusely.

Byounggon’s face breaks out into a shy smile, and he squeezes your hips before releasing your body from his embrace. He looks like he wants to say something, but he keeps it to himself, and he spares you one last loving glance before pulling away completely, and trailing back toward the circle. His eyes are still fixed on you when you sit back down, and Hyunsuk sits excitedly at your side, bouncing in his spot, screaming ‘I can’t believe that just happened!’

“Later.” You can see Byounggon mouth from across the circle, and you nod your head.

***

Later, as Byounggon had described, turned into much later than you had expected.

At the end of the party, Byounggon was occupied with cleaning up Seunghun’s place before his parents came home the next morning, and then, he had to drive Junkyu home, and try to sneak the boy back into his place without his parents noticing.

You, on the other hand, were busy with Hyunsuk, who spent the final hours of the party barfing into Seunghun’s moms’ flowers vases. By the end of the night, Hyunsuk had begged you to go home, and you were forced to leave the party before talking to Byounggon first. The kiss felt perfect. And yet, as you trailed home with your arm slung around a tired Hyunsuk, you felt a sense of emptiness, and curiosity. A part of you wondered if the kiss meant the same to him as it did to you, and you hated the fact that the night had ended without closure. The other part, however, was relieved. You didn’t know how to face him, nor did you know how to stop thinking about his lips against yours.

The next morning, after an almost sleepless night, you found yourself struck with a surge of bravery, and you marched your way to the veranda door by Byounggon’s room as soon as the sun took its place in the sky. You place one tentative knock on the door, and suddenly, it swings open.

Byounggon is leaning against the door frame.

His hair is wet, and where his shirt should be, is the smooth expanse of his toned chest. A pair of light grey sweatpants sits low across his hips, and you find yourself trying extremely hard to keep your eyes fixed on the curl of his sly grin. Byounggon lets out a soft chuckle when he takes in your flustered state, and he licks his lips, widening the door for you to come in.

“We need to talk.” You start abruptly, pushing his shoulders and forcing him to sit on his bed.

Byounggon nods, and his hands play with the strands of his hair that fall into his face.

“Agreed.”

“I just,” you begin quietly. “I just need to know if, if this is the same for you as it is for me. Because I don’t know, Gon. And I don’t think I can wait anymore.”

His eyes are still fixed on you as you continue, and they soften, glazing over the frown on your lips.

“One minute, you’re flirting with me, and you give me your jacket, a-and you say you want to kiss me! And then we do kiss. And then at the party, you just disappear? You’re sending me all these mixed signals, I don’t know what to think!”

“[Y/N],” he starts. “It’s not like that, I just--,”

“T-this is not a game to me, Gon.”

Byounggon sighs, and as his body shifts in front of you, and he looks at the ground below him, there’s a rush of energy flowing through your body, and a lightness in your chest.

“It’s not a game to me, either.” He says sternly. Then he shoves his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, and he looks up at you again.

“The reason I avoided you at the party was not because of the kiss, o-or because I didn’t enjoy it, it was because Seunghun and Junkyu were drunk of their asses, and I didn’t want them messing with you, or trying to pressure you into doing anything you didn’t want to.”

“And I guess that backfired,” He says softly, scratching the back of his neck. “Because that ended up happening anyways.”

You grab Byounggon’s hand and squeeze your fingers tightly around his.

“I didn’t kiss you because I felt pressured, Gon,” You whisper. “I kissed you because I wanted to. Because I’ve wanted to. Forever.”

Byounggon’s hands slip away from your hand, and plant themselves around your waist. He stands up from the bed, moves closer to your body, and his faces breaks out into a shameless smile.

“Really?” He asks, and when you nod your head, his eyes shut in relief.

“Okay.” He murmurs, and places his head into the crook of your neck.

“Okay.” You reply, wrapping one arm around his abdomen, and the other in his wet hair.

When he pulls away from you, Byounggon looks deeply into your eyes, then at your lips, and when his eyes linger a little too long, you close the space between you, and slowly press your lips against his. Byounggon’s lips part slightly, and his nose brushes against yours, causing your lips to smooth out into a small giggle. He finishes the kiss with a small peck, and then smiles at you when you pull away.

“So I guess you like me, huh?” He teases.

“Yes, you dork,” You roll your eyes and laugh. “Now stop playing around! A-And put on a shirt!”

Byounggon breaks out into a laugh and scrunches his nose. He looks down at his lack of clothing, and peers back up at you, mouth twisting into a smirk.

“I don’t know, [Y/N],” he sings. “I think you kinda like it.”

The next few moments are chock full of your flustered giggles, slapping Byounggon’s chest, begging him to put on a shirt, and playful strings of ‘shut up!’. Sometimes the cheesy things Byounggon says makes you groan out loud, or shut your eyes in embarrassment.

But what Seunghun said was right.

You could roll your eyes, bite your lip, shake your head in annoyance and amusement. Maybe your body language was the master of bold faced lies, but the tinge of red on the tops of your ears, the shivers on your neck, the rush of heat to your face; those, would always tell the absolute truth.

You loved him.

***

hello angels!!! thank u for keeping up with the final part of this lil series and i hope it met ur expectations!! 💘💘

#ygtb #ygtb scenario #byounggon #lee byounggon #yg treasure box

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