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homosexo-l · 7 years ago

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Love Drunk

“Can I be your boyfriend, can I? / I’ll be the start and end to your day”

– EXO-CBX, Blooming Day

Genre: Fluff, just straight fluff

Pairing: Xiuchen

Word Count: 3.2K

Author’s Note: That title, oof. I’m sorry, sweet babes. Anyway, I got really inspired by the prospect of Drunk!Min after watching Life Bar, I hope you enjoy it~ It took me forever, and I actually finished it while sleep-deprived, so I apologize if it isn’t great. ((((:

He stood in the dull light coming from the porch light of the house, inching closer to the sidewalk before pacing back each time he got too close. The wind fluttered through his hair and ruffled his jacket as though the frigid temperatures weren't already enough to make him shiver. Jongdae had received a message from Heechul perhaps 20 minutes ago, detailing that Minseok was on his way home with their manager. According to the message, he was drunk.

Apparently, as Heechul told it, there was a bit of an after party amongst some members of the show who wished to remain. Jongdae let out a sigh, the only sound in the still night. He looked down at his phone again, pressing the power button to light up his screen even though he knew there were no messages.

It wasn't often that Minseok would drink to intoxication, but when he did, Jongdae was the one to clean up the mess. Not that he actually minded, as Minseok was his boyfriend, but he couldn't let the older man know how much it inflated his ego to have him curled around him, needy for attention on nights like these.

Automatically, his throat felt tight with sheer giddy happiness, but he stifled his smile as a matter of pride, the pleasant emotion threatening to burst past the tightly constricted muscles. He watched as the only car he had seen in the past ten minutes pulled down the block, the headlights shining brightly through the dark night and making the exterior lights on the house seem non-existent.

The glossy black vehicle slowed to a stop in front of the dorms, and Jongdae padded down the walkway to it, pulling his windbreaker around him. He peered into the car, just barely seeing the silhouettes of two bodies. In a moment, the engine was cut before they were plunged into darkness once more.

As Jongdae's eyes re-adjusted, the driver side door opened and shut, the gravel on the road crackling under tennis shoes.

"Jongdae?" The voice of his manager came to him over the other side of the car, and Jongdae waved.

"It's me! Heechul messaged me earlier, asking if I could help you." Jongdae explained, gaining a noise of understanding from the driver of the car. He scanned the backseat. With the bright lights of the car cut, he could just make out Minseok's slumped over form, his cheek pressed against the window. Jongdae approached the backseat, rapping his knuckles lightly against the glass.

The man stirred, his cheek finally pulling away from window, and Jongdae could hear a muffled "what?" come from inside the car. He exhaled a small laugh through his nose before opening the car door.

"Hey," Minseok whined, blinking his short nap from his eyes and squinting up at Jongdae, "it's cold." Jongdae stepped into the opening made by the door, leaning against the frame of the car and peering at Minseok.

The interior lights illuminated his face, flushed a delicate pink. His eyes were not yet focused, and his hair was out of place. More than that, Jongdae could smell the bitter scent of alcohol on him. He had really gone all out.

"Let's get you inside, Min," he sighed, reaching over the older man to unbuckle him. He was halted in his movements by two arms stretching around his torso and back, locking him into place. The soft, warm skin of Minseok's lips made contact with the cold flesh of his neck, and Jongdae tilted his head away almost instantaneously, attempting to escape the gentle kiss.

"Jongdae!" Jongdae was not able to see his face from this position, but he could hear the delight in his voice. The fingertips spreading across his back soaked up the cold that had built from standing outside in the chilly March wind. A gentle hum sounded in his ear as he located the metallic buckle blindly, his fingertips brushing against the firm thighs of the man clinging to him. "Cold, feels nice," the words came out slowly. Not quite slurred, but you could tell he was intoxicated.

"Yes, I was outside, waiting for you to get back," he spoke with patience, gently, almost as if he were talking to a child. This was the only time he could treat Minseok this way. Jongdae shifted around the koala-like grasp, letting the seatbelt return to its original position. He made eye contact with his manager on the other side, giving him a quick nod to let him know the situation was under control.

A giddy laugh came from below him before a wet kiss was pressed to his neck. The sound of it seemed to echo in the silence of the night, making Jongdae's cheeks heat ever so slightly. "That's because you're the best boyfriend, ever." Minseok's syllables were exaggerated and slightly loud. The quiet man would never usually say something so brazen.

Jongdae just smiled, finally breaking free from the grasp, "I know," his cockiness broke through the caring exterior as he stepped out of the way of the car door. "Okay to walk?" He queried softly, his hand extending to the interior of the car. Gently, Minseok placed a small hand in his.

"Mmh, yeah?" he cautioned Jongdae with the question, as though to say, "You might need to catch me," before squeezing the cold fingertips thoughtfully. He swung both legs through the entrance of the car, pressing them down to the pavement lightly, testing himself. He stood upright with a grin on his face, his crooked smile raising the hair on Jongdae's skin and forcing him to swallow. God, he was so cute.

Minseok wasn't ever really the type of drunk to be falling all over himself. Over the years, Jongdae had noticed that alcohol was more liable to affect his emotional state rather than his physical one. Nonetheless, it never hurt to ask. Especially not Jongdae.

He felt the small hand within his own clasp more tightly as he slightly stumbled out of the car, somehow remaining upright. Jongdae switched the hand with which he was holding Minseok's and wrapped one arm around the small waist, now leading him up onto the walkway. Jongdae paused their forward movement to wave back at their manager. Receiving the okay, the shining headlights powered up once more before the car finally pulled away.

Jongdae half-led the smaller man up the driveway, knowing it was unlikely he needed the help but not caring either way. Reaching the door, Jongdae opened it for Minseok, placing one hand on the small of his back to guide him over the slightly raised entrance.

Minseok would do just fine without the hand pressing against him, Jongdae knew, but still he waited patiently outside as his drunken boyfriend carefully stepped into the house. He followed behind him slowly, his hand never leaving the small of his back, fingertips lightly caressing the firm muscles hidden under the button-up and soft striped sweater he had worn out.

After the door was shut behind them, Jongdae flicked the light on and removed his shoes. Minseok turned to watch as he did so, not daring to shift his weight. Jongdae felt the hints of a smirk playing on his lips, wondering if Minseok liked being taken care of as much as Jongdae liked to do so.

"Need help?" He stepped closer to Minseok, who looked much smaller when he slouched like he was now. In response to the question, Minseok lips turned downwards and he gave a slight nod. Jongdae slid an arm under one of Minseok's own, reaching all the way around his back and clutching lightly at his other side, so that Minseok could shift his weight against Jongdae. In close proximity like this, Jongdae could smell not just the alcohol, but how it mixed with Minseok's cologne he must have applied before he went out. It was intoxicating.

Minseok worked to get his shoes off, leaning fully into Jongdae's side. Slowly, he removed one, then the other, wiggling the toes that had been trapped for so long. A sigh was released through the soft pink lips, and Minseok allowed his head to loll on Jongdae's shoulder, his rounded eyes looking hazy.

"I want pajamas," he said at last, finding his words.

Jongdae nodded softly, still not disentangling from Minseok. He remained as the other man's support, leading him down the hallway and to his room. He opened the inward-swinging door wide, allowing Minseok to walk in on unsteady feet. The only light in the dim room filtered in from the hallway as Jongdae followed closely behind Minseok, who beelined for the barely illuminated frame of the bed.

"Hey!" Jongdae called after him as he threw himself atop the covers, still standing in the ray of light from the hallway.

"Help," A muffled whine came from Minseok, his face in the covers, legs spilling over the edge of the bed. Jongdae exaggerated a sigh as he walked to the closet. He flicked the light switch on, offering clarification for the various outfits hung neatly upon the rack and stacked atop each other.

Finally, Jongdae selected a pair of matching flannel pajamas, the buttons on the shirt attracting him. He felt his stomach tighten with excitement at having to not only unbutton Minseok's shirt, but button up his pajamas for him as well. Clutching his choice closer to his chest, he turned the lights to the closet off before approaching the bed where Minseok's legs dangled lightly, his breathing soft.

"Come on, Min," he prodded softly, "we need to get you changed," this elicited a deep sigh from the apparently dozing form, but he complied nonetheless. Jongdae chuckled at the pouty look he received, even as Minseok was being so obedient. Without having to be asked, both hands went above his head to allow easier access. Jongdae laid the matching set of pajamas out next to Minseok, who watched with half-lidded eyes as Jongdae's hands clutched at the bottom of his sweater. The soft fabric slipped up easily with Minseok's raised arms, and Jongdae floated his hand back down to Minseok's collar. His fingers wandered down the soft skin gently, feeling the fluttering heartbeat thrum against his fingertips. Minseok hummed at him, a delicious sound. With precise movements, Jongdae began undoing the buttons, brushing softly against each new bit of exposed skin as he went. With glee, he noticed the goosebumps he left in his wake, as well as Minseok's increased intake of oxygen. The chest below his fingertips rose and fell with shallow breaths. He allowed the pad of his thumb to catch lightly on one of Minseok's prominent buds, now poking against the fabric. This prompted a great response from the man under him, who suddenly moved for the first time since he had started. One hand came to rest lightly on Jongdae's wrist, and he looked up to catch the hazy eyes of the older man as he spoke.

"Dae," Minseok whimpered breathlessly, "cut it out." The faint tint on his cheeks was obviously no longer from alcohol, and Jongdae responded by undoing the last few buttons with expertise and untucking the starch white shirt. Minseok rose his arms once more, allowing Jongdae to pull the shirt off of him. He was laid shirtless on the bed now, and the arms that had been raised obediently came to cover what parts of his body that they could. Minseok turned his head, an obvious frown growing on his face. Jongdae couldn't help but chuckle deep in his throat. He had toyed with him a little too much.

"Is it okay if I keep going?" Jongdae laid a gentle hand on Minseok's wrist, squeezing as if to ask for forgiveness. The taut muscles flexed once protectively before relaxing. Minseok, his head still turned, nodded into the fabric of the bed. The arms that had been shielding now rested completely limp on his chest, and Jongdae quickly removed the slacks, his hands not lingering longer than could be deemed an accident.

"Ya, Jongdae, it's cold!" Minseok whined as Jongdae unfolded the firmly pressed flannel pajamas, bunching the legs up so the fabric collected around the waistband, which he slid around Minseok's ankles and up to his waist, allowing the band to slap in place against the skin of his firm stomach.

"Sit up," Jongdae commanded in a way that somehow remained tender, his hand gripping lightly around Minseok's elbow as he helped to hoist the small man upright. Minseok looked down at his dangling feet before sliding to the edge of the bed and planting them firmly on the ground. Like this, he had put himself slightly closer to Jongdae.

"Arms," Jongdae continued, pulling the folded flannel apart. He stepped in between Minseok's spread legs, feeling the thighs press lightly into his waist. Jongdae helped one arm find its way into the night shirt, then the other, before straightening the bottom of the shirt. As he started buttoning the shirt up, Minseok leaned further into him, until his soft hair tickled Jongdae's neck. Jongdae felt the full weight of Minseok's head as the muscles in the other man's neck went lax, the soft breathing having returned to normal.

Even after Jongdae had done up the buttons on his night shirt, Minseok remained there in the crook of his neck, his eyelashes fluttering softly against Jongdae's skin each time he exhaled. Jongdae could feel what must be Minseok's leftover makeup rubbing against him, the foundation probably staining his neck a softer shade. "Makeup?" Jongdae queried, and he felt the flutter of lips at his neck attempt to form coherent words, but instead they released a soft breath followed by a nod. Jongdae squeezed lightly on Minseok's shoulder as he guided him back to lay on the bed. Jongdae turned from the bed and left the room, padding down the hall softly to the bathroom. He squatted to pull open the cabinet door, and nearly immediately found the soft purple packaging of Minseok's favorite makeup wipes. Jongdae, noticing that the packaging was light, made a mental note to pick up some more. Giving a cursory glance to the contents of the cabinet, he decided on a moisturizer as well.

With the required materials in hand, Jongdae returned to Minseok's room. While he had been gone, Minseok must have thrown himself under the covers. Now, only strands of blond hair peaked out from under the softly shifting covers. Jongdae closed the door behind him, plunging the room into darkness. From sheer familiarity, he found the night stand where it was at the side of the bed and deposited the two items there. Quickly, he flicked on the lamp, throwing a warm, yellow-ish glow across the covers and creating shadows that accented the form beneath them.

"Minnie," Jongdae peeled back the covers, and watched with a domestic sort-of affection as his boyfriend winced at the light in sudden proximity to him. "I brought something for you," with that, Jongdae opened the packaging on the wipes. The familiar scent that seemed as though it belonged to Minseok alone wafted up from the damp material as he removed it. Minseok watched him carefully with one eye squinted at him, and Jongdae offered a smile as he cupped the other man's cheek. He slowly brought the wipe to his skin, and Minseok shivered nearly instantaneously; however, Jongdae paid him no mind as he glided the smooth cloth over his face, only rubbing slightly to remove the foundation coating the delicate skin beneath it. As he worked, Minseok allowed his eyes to close, humming occaisonally. His pink cheeks began to show in the amber light before Jongdae threw one wipe away and replaced it with another, continuing his extirpation with one hand gripping Minseok's jawline firmly. Once, he felt the muscle there shift beneath his grip, and Minseok couldn't hide the tell-tale smirk on his face as he pressed his tongue to the inside of his mouth in an attempt to misplace Jongdae's thumb rooted firmly against the side of his face. That was the only indication Jongdae had that Minseok had been paying attention at all.

Jongdae ran his thumb gently over Minseok's cheek bone once, watching lazily as the skin around his eyes followed the inward swipe. Now, with his face clean of makeup, Minseok's natural complexion seemed to shine in the low-lit room. Jongdae disposed of the last of the wipes he had used before lathering his hands with the moisturizer he had brought from the bathroom. Wordlessly, he placed both hands on Minseok's face, cupping the soft skin. Like this, watching Minseok trust him completely, Jongdae felt the true weight of his affection for this man. He felt it in the pit of his stomach, the same way one feels when anxious. The nerves firing in his head seemed to pick up in intensity as he leaned down towards Minseok. His pale pink lips were parted, breathing slow and relaxed; the only indication that he was awake came as Jongdae's lips were near centimeters away from Minseok's own. Jongdae hesitated there, his pulse quickening. Minseok was suddenly too much for him just by lying there, perfectly still. Certainly, he had kissed Minseok before, but still, his breath hitched. That was when Minseok's eyes opened just slightly, his eyebrows pulling together by mere centimeters. The hazy neediness was clear in his eyes.

"Dae," he spoke, the whisper barely sounding over the frantic noise of Jongdae's own heart, "aren't you going to kiss me?" The light trapped in Minseok's eyes seemed to turn them into embers as he stared directly into him, and somehow, his words brought Jongdae the reassurance he needed. With no haste, he closed the distance between them, allowing himself to kiss Minseok for the first time that night. The other man's arms came up to wind around Jongdae's back, who nearly immediately regretted the awkward angle with which he had started this kiss. Jongdae could taste the stagnant alcohol in Minseok as their lips moved together sloppily. Minseok, usually so quick to fight for dominance, allowed Jongdae to take the lead, clutching to him dearly. Jongdae parted Minseok's lips with his own and drank in the soft bitterness present there. He was near certain that he himself could become drunk just like this. Minseok applied a delicious suction to Jongdae's tongue, which in turn elicited a low groan from him. Suddenly, his hands coated with moisturizer that gripped at Minseok's skin weren't enough. He allowed his hand to slide down his jaw and around the back of Minseok's neck, propping him up further and readjusting their position. Minseok took in a huff of breath through his nose before releasing a soft "mmph" against Jongdae, who pulled just inches away to look at him, breathing heavier than before.

"What?" He questioned, searching Minseok's face frantically. The annoyance was clear on the other man's face.

"You rubbed lotion all down my neck," he huffed, withdrawing his arms from their hold on Jongdae. Jongdae blinked twice as he processed the reason for the end of their kiss. He couldn't believe it.

"Sometimes, Min," Jongdae cautioned, straightening his stance before rubbing the rest of the slick substance into his own skin, "I really wonder why I put up with you."

Not phased by the empty threat, Minseok simply smiled at him lazily. "I know why," he teased, hands coming up to rub at the moisturizer now coating his skin. He spread it from his cheeks to forehead, patting it into his rosy flesh. "It's because I love you, right?"

Jongdae shrugged, hiding the smile that jeopardized his entire cool facade. He knew it was the other way around. It was because Jongdae loved him.

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