'𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚' ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯
an: hello! this is my first like writing post T^T so, hope you enjoy <3
📂; angst, heated lowkey // this is SO long but i’m very passionate
🏷; alcohol mention/drinking, friends to lovers, swearing, confused emotions, soobin is so in love and desperately down bad, allusion to sex, marking/hickies
heated content below cut ↺ ✦
the blaring music is enough to get anyone drunk, regardless, you’re now holding the nth drink in your hand. who’s counting anyways? the night was young, your two friends abandoned you for their own flings, maybe it was time to finally call it a night.
you reach into your phone and think to drunkenly call only one person. your best friend and strictly platonic roommate, soobin. it didn’t help that you were lowkey crushing on him, and the alcohol didn’t help either.
‘s-soobie~ it’s me, y/n!’
you speak into the phone, speech as slurred as ever.
and there soobin was about fifteen minutes later, your night in shining armor, here to pick you up on his stallion (a honda civic) and ride off into the sunset (your dorm).
‘you’re definitely drunk, how many drinks did you have?’ the blonde man asks, tilting his head with almost worry in his eyes. you snicker, bobbing your head back and forth. ‘enough to make you hot as hell right now.’
there it was, words bubble up like soda pop.
it didn’t take long for drunk kisses to be exchanged, drunken confessions.
the words ‘i love you’ carelessly chanted.
the way soobin was pulled into this situation was anything but nefarious, he’d know waking up next to the person he loved so much would cause him regret. did you truly love him?
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the next morning, you woke up in his bed, cuddled to his body.
‘good morning y/n’ soobin softly whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. this is what took you back.
‘huh? what the hell happened last night?’ it was a genuine question.
soobin flinched a bit at the words, shock pooling into his sweet gaze.
‘i’m guessing your drunk confessional, do you really wanna be with me? or was it just the alcohol talking?’ his tone was serious, this whole situation was serious.
‘did we- did you, are we-?’ words of pure nonsense poured out of your mouth, attempting to process the events.
‘it, it really just happened, i didn’t plan on it.’ was his only response, and with this you muttered, ‘did we like...have sex?’
soobin nodded, regret lingering in his gaze as he looked down.
‘how the fuck did i wake up, like this next to my best friend?’
‘best friend? best friend? y/n, did you mean anything you said last night? because i did, i love you.’
you sighed, exasperated with your drunken self. how did you manage to confess feelings for someone you wanted to hide your sacred feelings from on purpose?
‘i’m sorry- i was really drunk last night, i’m not sure if i’m ready to express these feelings yet.’
was it a lie? was it the temptation of lust that pulled soobin into believing you loved him?
‘are you serious? you just want to stay friends?’ this was the most angry you’ve seen the man, and with this you protested.
‘n-no! thats not what i meant! it’s all so sudden, i don’t really remember what i said or what happened at all.’ with this realization, you groan and punch the matress.
‘for gods sake soobin, i was drunk!’
‘and? does that change anything? do you love me or not? do you even care about my feelings?’
all you could do is stare, in utter disbelief, shock, regret, anguish.
‘i don’t think you do, this was just a fun fling for you.’ he turns away, red with anger.
‘i’m not dismissing your feelings at all, where the hell did you get that? if you were a fling, i would’ve left by now.’
‘then what was last night?’ he gestured to both of you plopped on the bed, obviously frustrated with the situation itself.
‘i think, my emotions just came out with a bit of liquid courage.’ you approach him, gazing up at his eyes, filled with confusion, pooling with love.
‘soobin.’ it was said with adoration, you reached up to rub your nose against his, lips ghosting over his own. he lets out a soft groan, grabbing onto your waist to keep you there in his presence.
‘i just hope, last night didn’t change the way you look at me, because i truly care about you, i- i think i do love you, and i’m sorry about last night.’
he takes a satisfied sigh, hearing the three words leave your mouth. your beautiful mouth.
‘was it at least good for you?’ you ask, sucking in a deep breath with anticipation.
‘fuck- y/n. the best i’ve ever had.’
this made you blush, smiling at his own satisfaction with the event.
‘then maybe- we can try it again, this time with all the real feelings, and me, well, sober.’
it didn’t take long for him to press you down into the mattress, lingering on top, taking every inch of your covered body, hidden in the sheets. with this he kissed you, and flipped over, you now on top.
you took advantage of this, kissing along his jawline all the way down to his collarbone, marking every inch, desperate to memorize each curve and crevice of his neck.
and before you know it, you both were flopped on the bedsheets, tired and worn out.
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