#throwing up after mocktails.. thats so me coded

[jiunngs]

FLASHBACK ✶ YOON KEEHO

ft. gn!reader x yoon keeho. warnings: drinking, a couple mentions of throwing up. wc 1.7k

desc ★ caught up in a quiet moment, keeho thinks back to how you two met.

all was peaceful inside the small apartment, the only sounds coming from the songs on the music channel turned down low and the occasional screech from a car outside.

the two of you were sprawled out on the sofa, your head resting on keeho's chest while your legs tangled with one another's; one of his hands idly playing with your hair and the other dangling off of the edge. you were happily sleeping, only ever stirring to shift slightly in your place or pipe up with the odd contented noise in your slumber.

his attention drifted between half-interest in the music videos he recognised on the television and gazing down fondly at you, smile unable to stop itself from stretching across his lips every time he stole a glance.

he was perfectly at ease with the positions you were in, and would've been happy staying there for as long as time allowed — perhaps he'd even join you in your napping — until a familiar tune caught his ears, and he moved his eyes to the mv currently playing.

it was a song keeho knew, like the back of his hand. why wouldn't he remember the very lyrics that had played the first time you two had met, after all? call him sappy, but he'd added it to his playlist the second he could find the time to, wanting to return to that instance even if only for as long as the melody played.

relaxing back into the cushions, he allowed himself to reminisce in the quiet. with the tune still ringing in his ears, he closed his eyes and thought back to— what was it, almost three years ago now?

he was at a party thrown by someone he knew from somewhere, somehow. a friend of a friend of a friend, or something along those lines. with a singular glass of something that looked deceptively fruity nearly full sat in front of him, and no one else near him to attempt to make conversation with at the lonely minibar, he wasn't exactly having heaps of fun at that very moment. it was a little out of character for him to be alone in a corner at an event where he would've usually gone out of his way to meet new people and enjoy himself, but for some reason he didn't feel that up to dragging himself to his feet and mingling with the crowd. it was much easier to stay seated and by himself, with no one else to force himself to try and talk to.

yet lo and behold, the universe seemed to ignore his wishes completely and his waning attention span was snapped by a frantic tapping on his shoulder. keeho had turned and came to face to face with a worried-looking blonde, who had a very wasted friend mumbling things unintelligible to both leaning on his shoulder.

"hey, um, can i ask you a favour, really quick?"

he was wary, but nodded anyway. at least looking after a drunken stranger would give him something to do other than stare at the wall.

"would you mind just- keeping them company for a sec? another one of my friends just threw up all over the host's bathroom. it's really bad, i've gotta help clean it up before they find out."

partly out of curiosity of what he would get out of entertaining the (h/c) still talking to themselves and breaking out into the occasional hysterical giggle, and partly out of sympathy for the blonde about to spend the rest of his night cleaning up someone else's vomit, keeho agreed and gestured to the empty space beside him.

a flurry of things in amongst the rush of 'thank you so much!!' and 'i really, really owe you for this' were thrown at him full speed, and in a blur of dyed platinum blonde and the purple of the jacket he was wearing, the unnamed boy was gone as quickly as he'd arrived, and keeho turned his gaze to the intoxicated state of the person now sitting slumped over the bar next to him.

all was silent for a minute between them, the only noise being the buzz of the people everywhere else and a song he was sure he'd heard once or twice before playing over the top. then, the (h/c) launched into a full-blown rant out of nowhere, eyes wide and expression looking almost offended as they lurched towards the dark-haired man still staring at them.

"and appar'ntly- apparently he's married!? like, wh't the fuck? that's- that's just fucking crazy, man. he's so.. strange! anything but marriage material, 'f you ask me. who'd look at an english professor and think 'thats th'guy i wanna marry,' you know? weird as shit.."

they trailed off when they looked up into keeho's eyes properly, squinting and then, after coming to the realisation that this probably wasn't the person intended to hear their story, recoiling backwards so fast they nearly toppled over, prompting keeho to panic and grab onto them, pull them back upright, and hope it all ended without any broken arms.

as it turned out, it ended with a head of tousled (h/c) locks buried into his chest whilst he held them to him in an attempt to stop them from falling, and he froze completely when wide (e/c) irises stared straight into his, air suddenly hard to find. his heartbeat sounded a lot louder than the chorus of the vaguely familiar song in that moment, which made no sense because the speakers it was blasting out of were practically right up against his side.

the person he still didn't know the name of cleared their throat and slowly righted themselves, seeming more sober than previously after their close encounter.

"..you're not jiung."

he shook his head once, flicking his eyes to the glass he'd since completely forgotten about and wondering if it was the wrong time to down it all in one go. "uh, no. i'm not. i'm keeho."

then came the bordering-on-awkward silence once again, until the (h/c) offered up their own name in return.

"keeho. i'm (y/n). wh're did jiung go? sorry, i didn't mean t'start rambling on at you."

keeho rushed to reassure the stranger (who now had been named, at least) that they had no need to apologise, and also fill them in on the whereabouts of their friend. they made a face when they heard the news, snickering to themselves as they made a comment about how they didn't envy him in that regard.

it was then they set their sights on his drink.

"so.. keeho.. d'you want that, or are you jus' gonna stare at it? if not.."

although it most likely wasn't the best idea, he only sighed and slid it over, watching as (y/n) cheered and took a long sip, virtually melting into their chair afterwards.

things seemed to flow a little easier following their introductions, the pair making conversation about anything they could think of and finding they had more in common than expected, smiles and laughs traded comfortably between them.

belatedly keeho realised he was having more fun that he'd first thought he would, and let himself relax a little more. getting acquainted with (y/n) was never on the list of things he'd envisioned himself doing that night — partly because he'd never heard of them before the moment he was being saddled with them and left to fend for himself — but he was glad that he did.

he was less glad that jiung decided to made his reappearance right when they were just getting friendly, although hid it underneath a smile and a teasing question of whether he had managed to get the evidence of his friend emptying the contents of his stomach all over a bathroom that wasn't his; to which the dyed blonde simply grimaced and said the worst of it had been dealt with.

seeing as the (h/c) was beginning to slip back into what looked more like the barely-conscious state they had been left with keeho in (probably due to them draining his glass completely, fruit wedges and ice cubes included), when jiung thanked him for the second time and offered up his number in case he ever wanted to ask the blonde for a favour of his own, he decided to cash it in on the spot.

"do you think i could have (y/n)'s number?"

although initially unsure, he eventually agreed once keeho had sworn he had no ill intentions toward the (h/c), and once both were put into his phone the pair went on their way, leaving only keeho's empty glass behind as evidence they had ever been there at all.

he'd stared at the digits under '(y/n)' for what felt like hours when he'd finally gotten home, before trying to convince himself to snap out of it and leave it until the next morning.

and yet his impatience got the better of him, so he shot you a text asking if you wanted to meet up the next day if the hangover wasn't too awful, and then passed out fully clothed after praying everything would work out from there.

but in the end you had lasted for coming up on three years now, so he supposed he'd done something right along the way.

"-eeho. babe! are you awake?"

the voice tore him right out of his daydream, and he opened his eyes again to see you sitting up on his lap, hair mussed up and sticking up in places and the heel of your hand coming up to rub at your bleary eyes. it brought a smile to his face, and he tugged you closer to him and started to lightly comb through your hair.

"what were you thinking about? you were miles away."

he hummed, smoothing down (h/c) strands to press a kiss to the top of your head and then moving to lie back down, pulling you with him. you were both fully entangled this time, a mess of limbs on the sofa that made it hard to tell where one ended and the other began. the way he liked best.

"ah, nothing much. just about how loud you snore."

your noise of indignation made him snort, and soon you were both playfighting and laughing until you collapsed again, exhausted from the mini impromptu wrestling match, but happy.

the day he met you might've been fun, but keeho found the days you spent together now were something he enjoyed tenfold.

✿ ahh hi??? i wanted to try and write for kpop too (and write again in general because it's definitely been a while LOL) so like. i hope this wasn't crazy awful and u weren't clawing at the walls collapsing throwing up etc.. lmk though!! im gonna pass out now but i'll double check 4 any mistakes later ^_^ gnn