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There were various types of drunks in the KimCom; Han Sooyoung the loud, Lee Hyunseung the bold, Jung Heewon the clingy and Yoo Sangah the emotional. Yoo Joonghyuk quietly observed all of them in their shared living room, having put all the kids to bed (much to their protests) before starting a drinking session. It had been quieter at the start, with a few discussions of who needed to pour the drink for who based on their age. Obviously he didn't have to pour a drink for anyone seeing as he had lived through countless regressions but Kim Dokja, that fool, argued that the regressor needed to pour him a drink as he had read his lives and technically, since the publish date of the novel was after his birth, /he/ was older. The man in the black coat refused adamantly, especially seeing as Han Sooyoung was yelling how she expected a drink to be poured for her as well.
Absolutely not.
Kim Dokja's head swayed for a moment before falling onto his hard shoulder, ends of his fringe brushed back in a drunken manner to expose his pale smooth forehead. Yoo Joonghyuk stared intently at his face, noticing the way his lashes were long enough to cast a light shadow over flushed cheeks, lips parted and wet from the soju they had been drinking, he just wanted to- no, he couldn't.
There was a small moment of relief he felt as everyone else was passed out drunk to notice the regressor studying Kim Dokja like he was some new sub-scenario he wanted to clear. All the women sleeping on the couches as Lee Hyunseung was leaned up against the side of it.
"Joonghyuk-ah~" a whine almost incoherent came from the male resting on him, pale hand swaying as he weakly jabbed a finger against his chest.
"You bad bastard.. not.." his whole frame jolted as his sentence was cut off by a hiccup. "Not pouring me.. a drink.." His eyes were very much still closed, the smell of alcohol and mintier breath wafting to his nose at his slurred words.
"A drunk person should just sleep it off, Kim Dokja." He answered shortly, sipping on his 36th shot.
"Hng? You wanna take me to bed then?"
At that Yoo Joonghyuk glared at the drunk mess of a reader, no further words needing to be said to understand his annoyance and frustration at those words. The two had been battling sexual tension for the past few weeks with side glances, brushes of contact and hints of seduction in words exchanged. The regressor did not want to be the one to give in. Especially not to a drunk Kim Dokja.
Said man was chuckling with hiccups now, slender digits reaching out to grab a new bottle of soju. The glass bottle swayed in the air as he brought it to himself, but struggled to open it in the state that he was.
The protagonist ignored the whines that pleaded to him to open the new bottle of poison, distaste showing on his face as Kim Dokja's lips only got closer and closer to his ears. Enough was enough and Yoo Joonghyuk knew it was better if the other man was tucked into bed away from any dangers, so he stood up, hoisting his smaller figure over his shoulder. Legs and arms flailed as he was carried, still gripping tightly onto the neck of the bottle.
"Let me go!.. I'm gonna drink aaaallll night" his eyes were fluttering open and closed, struggling to get off the man to no avail. His iron grip showed no signs of letting him go.
"It's already the early morning." Yoo Joonghyuk said roughly, carrying the squid and bottle up to the second floor where his bedroom was. Kim Dokja fell with a plop onto the mattress, shirt having somehow gotten unbuttoned at the top and exposing a bit of his soft looking skin. His hair was disheveled and his brown eyes were completely out of it, looking completely vulnerable to the man looming over his bed.
"Pour me a drink" Kim Dokja slurred again for the 5th time that night, throwing the bottle at him clumsily. Only his perfectly trained reflexes saved the bottle from shattering on the floor behind him. Large hand gripped the soju, the other twisting the cap open and off.
"I'll pour you a drink so keep your mouth shut afterwards, Kim Dokja." He growled before tilting his head back to pour in some of the clear liquor. The reader stared at this rare scene of his companion chugging a drink straight from the bottle, eyes widening and completely unaware of what was to come next-
Yoo Joonghyuk knelt over him on the bed, dark eyes staring intently at him for one second before he leaned in to press his lips against his own. His brain wasn't even processing the fact that the alcohol passing from the regressor's lips to his but he was eagerly drinking it, tasting a sweetness from the liquor he never knew it had.
Thick long fingers gripped his chin to keep his mouth open, the reader's tongue slipping out to lap at the alcohol on Yoo Joonghyuk's lips. A soft whine erupted from him when he pulled away but the regressor didn't feel reluctant, enjoying the view of a drunken Kim Dokja with his tongue hanging lightly out as a string of saliva kept them connected.
"I poured you a drink so next time, you owe me one."