Lemon soju, tequila for me, mojito for you
Title: Lemon soju, tequila for me, mojito for you
Pairing: JB/Youngjae
Rating: PG
WC: 1369
Summary: [college!AU] Of bets, alcohol, feelings still too deep to dig out, and did I mention alcohol?
A/N: filling chapter that i found myself writing after disappearing for months! Life and depression got in the way, i'm very sorry for leaving so many projects in the limbo :(
Title is supposed to be from SNSD's "Party" (translated lyrics).
AO3 || AFF
*masterpost*
From the same night:
Liquor store || Lemon soju, tequila for me, mojito for you || Sport drinks and painkillers
“Jaebuuuum, please! You’re one of the very few still sober enough to function and the only one I trust!”
Jaebum very pointedly looks away from Jinyoung’s aegyo showcase, heightened by his alcohol-induced flushed cheeks and glimmering eyes: he’s tired of the younger getting his way with that frankly annoying practice, so all he can do is ignore Jinyoung and hope he’ll tire quickly.
Youngjae must not share the same opinion, if the amused chuckle followed by the playfully resigned tone of his assent is anything to go by. Jaebum cringes, but doesn’t have the heart to reprimand his roommate for falling for Jinyoung’s totally fake charms; he prefers barking at his best friend, who is currently side hugging Youngjae and Jaebum’s hands totally aren’t prickling to separate the two of them.
“Fine, fine! But cough the money up, I ain’t payin’ shit for your and Jackson’s disorganization.”
“Umph, okay!” Jinyoung agrees, that’s fair. After fruitlessly patting all over his own body, he realizes he doesn’t have money on him. “Ugh, I left the wallet in my room. Follow me,” he instructs, stepping ahead and barely skirting an intoxicated Wonpil.
“I’ll wait here!” Youngjae offers with a cheerful shake of his drink directed at Jaebum, who can’t fight off a goofy smile. It’s definitely all fault of the alcohol in his body.
(Nevermind that he’s the best drinker among his group of friends.)
“He wouldn’t do it.”
“Who knows, maybe with the right conditions...?”
“He wouldn’t!”
“Mhmm...wait, lemme ask--Youngjae hyung!”
The boy in question notices his friend Bambam waving madly at him from the throng of people filling Jinyoung and Jackson’s dorm room and dives in, careful to keep a firm grasp on his beer bottle and his thumb on the opening to contain the spilling.
“Hey hyung, Yugyeom has something to ask you!” Bambam all but slaps Yugyeom forward, earning a glare dimmed by the wince the taller boy couldn’t help but make in response to the sharp pain between his shoulderblades.
“Actually it was Bam’s idea, but...we dare you to go steal booze from the store two blocks down!” Yugyeom has to tip down a bit to shout his challenging words in Youngjae’s ear over the boosted bass of Jackson’s powerful stereo system.
“Why would I…?” Youngjae starts, furrowing his eyebrows in what is supposed to be a stern expression but it only makes him look like a grumpy kitty.
“Hey guys, the open bar is shit and they almost ran out of booze already. Our friend here is gonna sneak some extras from the liquor store!” Bambam yells excitedly, in hopes the people surrounding them manage to hear him over the loud music and start spreading the announcement to every corner of the dorm.
Youngjae fidgets under the scrutiny of the closest students, who are looking at him as if doubting he’d dare to steal even a borrowed pen, let alone some booze. He clears his throat before shouting back at Bambam, “You’re lucky Jinyoung hyung asked me and Jaebum hyung to go buy some already!”
All he gets in return is a wicked grin from the freshman and a lopsided smile from his taller accomplice, so all Youngjae can do is leave, smiling shyly in response to the pats on his back and encouraging words he receives from the other guests.
After a beat of “silence”, if one ignores the dubstep blaring from the stereo, Yugyeom leans down to speak right into Bambam’s ear.
“And you call putting Youngjae hyung under the pressure of expectant party goers the right conditions for him to do something illegal?” he points out, as he observes Youngjae wading back through the other guests to reach the front door.
“It’s not that illegal…” Bambam scoffs with a dismissive wave of his hand.
“It’s stealing,” the taller reminds him.
It hasn’t been long since the two of them became roommates on their very first year of college, but Yugyeom should know by now that it’s pretty impossible to have the last word with the Thai boy.
“At least it’s not bad illegal…?” Bambam is quick to retort with a tentative grin, having the decency to look mildly embarrassed by his own bullshitting.
Yugyeom shakes his head in mock exasperation before chugging his forgotten beer. He almost chokes on it when he sees Bambam talking the others into betting in favor or against Youngjae and his little mission, messily scribbling names and wagers on a paper napkin with a pen fetched from who knows where.
It’s about half an hour later when the dispatched pair returns with more beer than they could carry. The room is buzzing with curiosity, more pairs of eyes than Youngjae is comfortable with staring at him or outright scanning him head to toe, checking for the Holy Grail that is a bottle of liquor possibly peeking from his coat.
Jaebum throws a confused glance between Youngjae and the crowd before looking for Jinyoung to return his credit card, while Youngjae spots Yugyeom’s mop of hair and makes his way towards him, correctly assuming Bambam is still with him.
“Hyung! You’re back! How did it go?” the twiggy boy asks, mindful to be heard by as many people as possible. Youngjae looks at the expectant and daring faces of the students surrounding them, swaying to the music and to the alcohol in their bloodstream, and with a sigh he opens his coat.
A loud cheer erupts from the dorm in front of the four bottles (two of vodka and two of tequila) that Youngjae managed to smuggle to the party.
“I have more inner pockets than I know what to do with…” he comments meekly in defense, not sure someone even heard him. Bambam makes quick work of pouring the first shot of the hard earned booze and pushing it into Youngjae’s hands, who sees no choice but drink it all.
“Beyond expectations, dude! I was sure you’d come back with a single travel sized rum bottle!” some senior with a wacky two-toned hairstyle pats Youngjae’s shoulder roughly once he got his ratio of sought after strong drink, that Yugyeom and Bambam are carefully sharing with the other party goers.
Everywhere Youngjae goes, that night, someone stops him and thanks him for his “heist”, going as far as posing for some pictures.
(He’ll regret it later, because he’ll spend the whole weekend worrying someone revealed he stole something in their Instagram and Facebook hashtags and tagged him appropriately. He eventually thanks every star that half of them didn’t bother writing shit and the other half commented with something generic like “Hero of the night”.)
“...nineteen...twenty. Here you go!”
Bambam grins brightly at the two girls in front of him as he hands them their winnings after a successful bet. Youngjae knows he should be mad at his friend for involving him in some stupid dare and profiting from it, but who is he to complain about the stack of money Bambam hands him when they’re back together?
“Not fair!” Yugyeom laments. His wallet feels too empty, even emptier than a broke college student’s wallet is supposed to be. “You placed your bet only when Youngjae hyung returned!”
“Not my fault you suck at gambling and aren’t observant!”
Youngjae leaves the two freshmen to squabble and walks back in the kitchen, where he sees Jaebum trying to pour himself some tequila, but all he gets is a couple of tiny drops that barely veil the glass’ bottom.
“Oh, hey, Youngjae,” his roommate greets.
“Hyung,” Youngjae greets back with a wicked smile. He flaps the wad of money he just received right by Jaebum’s face. “Breakfast is on me!”
Jaebum blinks in surprise (and to fight off the alcohol finally starting to get the best of him, even if he doesn’t want to admit it).
“And brunch and dinner! Where did all that money come from?” he asks as he wraps a companionable arm around Youngjae’s shoulder. They walk back to the party, drinking and chatting and laughing. And drinking. And drinking, because Jackson and Mark go back to the store to stock up again, and this time they don’t hold back.
(Thank you, Mark’s bottomless credit card.)
Pairing: JB/Youngjae
Rating: PG
WC: 1369
Summary: [college!AU] Of bets, alcohol, feelings still too deep to dig out, and did I mention alcohol?
A/N: filling chapter that i found myself writing after disappearing for months! Life and depression got in the way, i'm very sorry for leaving so many projects in the limbo :(
Title is supposed to be from SNSD's "Party" (translated lyrics).
AO3 || AFF
*masterpost*
From the same night:
Liquor store || Lemon soju, tequila for me, mojito for you || Sport drinks and painkillers
“Jaebuuuum, please! You’re one of the very few still sober enough to function and the only one I trust!”
Jaebum very pointedly looks away from Jinyoung’s aegyo showcase, heightened by his alcohol-induced flushed cheeks and glimmering eyes: he’s tired of the younger getting his way with that frankly annoying practice, so all he can do is ignore Jinyoung and hope he’ll tire quickly.
Youngjae must not share the same opinion, if the amused chuckle followed by the playfully resigned tone of his assent is anything to go by. Jaebum cringes, but doesn’t have the heart to reprimand his roommate for falling for Jinyoung’s totally fake charms; he prefers barking at his best friend, who is currently side hugging Youngjae and Jaebum’s hands totally aren’t prickling to separate the two of them.
“Fine, fine! But cough the money up, I ain’t payin’ shit for your and Jackson’s disorganization.”
“Umph, okay!” Jinyoung agrees, that’s fair. After fruitlessly patting all over his own body, he realizes he doesn’t have money on him. “Ugh, I left the wallet in my room. Follow me,” he instructs, stepping ahead and barely skirting an intoxicated Wonpil.
“I’ll wait here!” Youngjae offers with a cheerful shake of his drink directed at Jaebum, who can’t fight off a goofy smile. It’s definitely all fault of the alcohol in his body.
(Nevermind that he’s the best drinker among his group of friends.)
“He wouldn’t do it.”
“Who knows, maybe with the right conditions...?”
“He wouldn’t!”
“Mhmm...wait, lemme ask--Youngjae hyung!”
The boy in question notices his friend Bambam waving madly at him from the throng of people filling Jinyoung and Jackson’s dorm room and dives in, careful to keep a firm grasp on his beer bottle and his thumb on the opening to contain the spilling.
“Hey hyung, Yugyeom has something to ask you!” Bambam all but slaps Yugyeom forward, earning a glare dimmed by the wince the taller boy couldn’t help but make in response to the sharp pain between his shoulderblades.
“Actually it was Bam’s idea, but...we dare you to go steal booze from the store two blocks down!” Yugyeom has to tip down a bit to shout his challenging words in Youngjae’s ear over the boosted bass of Jackson’s powerful stereo system.
“Why would I…?” Youngjae starts, furrowing his eyebrows in what is supposed to be a stern expression but it only makes him look like a grumpy kitty.
“Hey guys, the open bar is shit and they almost ran out of booze already. Our friend here is gonna sneak some extras from the liquor store!” Bambam yells excitedly, in hopes the people surrounding them manage to hear him over the loud music and start spreading the announcement to every corner of the dorm.
Youngjae fidgets under the scrutiny of the closest students, who are looking at him as if doubting he’d dare to steal even a borrowed pen, let alone some booze. He clears his throat before shouting back at Bambam, “You’re lucky Jinyoung hyung asked me and Jaebum hyung to go buy some already!”
All he gets in return is a wicked grin from the freshman and a lopsided smile from his taller accomplice, so all Youngjae can do is leave, smiling shyly in response to the pats on his back and encouraging words he receives from the other guests.
After a beat of “silence”, if one ignores the dubstep blaring from the stereo, Yugyeom leans down to speak right into Bambam’s ear.
“And you call putting Youngjae hyung under the pressure of expectant party goers the right conditions for him to do something illegal?” he points out, as he observes Youngjae wading back through the other guests to reach the front door.
“It’s not that illegal…” Bambam scoffs with a dismissive wave of his hand.
“It’s stealing,” the taller reminds him.
It hasn’t been long since the two of them became roommates on their very first year of college, but Yugyeom should know by now that it’s pretty impossible to have the last word with the Thai boy.
“At least it’s not bad illegal…?” Bambam is quick to retort with a tentative grin, having the decency to look mildly embarrassed by his own bullshitting.
Yugyeom shakes his head in mock exasperation before chugging his forgotten beer. He almost chokes on it when he sees Bambam talking the others into betting in favor or against Youngjae and his little mission, messily scribbling names and wagers on a paper napkin with a pen fetched from who knows where.
It’s about half an hour later when the dispatched pair returns with more beer than they could carry. The room is buzzing with curiosity, more pairs of eyes than Youngjae is comfortable with staring at him or outright scanning him head to toe, checking for the Holy Grail that is a bottle of liquor possibly peeking from his coat.
Jaebum throws a confused glance between Youngjae and the crowd before looking for Jinyoung to return his credit card, while Youngjae spots Yugyeom’s mop of hair and makes his way towards him, correctly assuming Bambam is still with him.
“Hyung! You’re back! How did it go?” the twiggy boy asks, mindful to be heard by as many people as possible. Youngjae looks at the expectant and daring faces of the students surrounding them, swaying to the music and to the alcohol in their bloodstream, and with a sigh he opens his coat.
A loud cheer erupts from the dorm in front of the four bottles (two of vodka and two of tequila) that Youngjae managed to smuggle to the party.
“I have more inner pockets than I know what to do with…” he comments meekly in defense, not sure someone even heard him. Bambam makes quick work of pouring the first shot of the hard earned booze and pushing it into Youngjae’s hands, who sees no choice but drink it all.
“Beyond expectations, dude! I was sure you’d come back with a single travel sized rum bottle!” some senior with a wacky two-toned hairstyle pats Youngjae’s shoulder roughly once he got his ratio of sought after strong drink, that Yugyeom and Bambam are carefully sharing with the other party goers.
Everywhere Youngjae goes, that night, someone stops him and thanks him for his “heist”, going as far as posing for some pictures.
(He’ll regret it later, because he’ll spend the whole weekend worrying someone revealed he stole something in their Instagram and Facebook hashtags and tagged him appropriately. He eventually thanks every star that half of them didn’t bother writing shit and the other half commented with something generic like “Hero of the night”.)
“...nineteen...twenty. Here you go!”
Bambam grins brightly at the two girls in front of him as he hands them their winnings after a successful bet. Youngjae knows he should be mad at his friend for involving him in some stupid dare and profiting from it, but who is he to complain about the stack of money Bambam hands him when they’re back together?
“Not fair!” Yugyeom laments. His wallet feels too empty, even emptier than a broke college student’s wallet is supposed to be. “You placed your bet only when Youngjae hyung returned!”
“Not my fault you suck at gambling and aren’t observant!”
Youngjae leaves the two freshmen to squabble and walks back in the kitchen, where he sees Jaebum trying to pour himself some tequila, but all he gets is a couple of tiny drops that barely veil the glass’ bottom.
“Oh, hey, Youngjae,” his roommate greets.
“Hyung,” Youngjae greets back with a wicked smile. He flaps the wad of money he just received right by Jaebum’s face. “Breakfast is on me!”
Jaebum blinks in surprise (and to fight off the alcohol finally starting to get the best of him, even if he doesn’t want to admit it).
“And brunch and dinner! Where did all that money come from?” he asks as he wraps a companionable arm around Youngjae’s shoulder. They walk back to the party, drinking and chatting and laughing. And drinking. And drinking, because Jackson and Mark go back to the store to stock up again, and this time they don’t hold back.
(Thank you, Mark’s bottomless credit card.)