why Sungmin hates hot dogs
Pairing: HenMin
Rating: PG-13
Genre: crack, humor
Words: 2,729
Summary: Super Junior M manages to convince their manager to let them go out for a night. The results: Everyone gets completely drunk.
A/N: Fail summary, whatever. I blame this fic entirely on tempustransit, who is the reason I no longer eat hot dogs. Don't ask.
I have no idea how this got this long. I think it's because drunken Henry is quickly becoming my favorite thing to write. I tried to imagine him being able to handle his alcohol well, and I just couldn't. Also, angry swearing Sungmin amuses me greatly.
This is seriously ridiculous.
***
Henry was drunk.
Henry was so drunk that if someone asked him where he was, he wouldn’t know. Well, he knew he was in a club somewhere. And he was pretty sure they were still in China, although one could never be too certain.
The last thing Henry remembered clearly was being in the hotel with Super Junior M. This was the one night they didn’t have their schedules booked, and they all really really wanted to go out, since in their past trips to China they never had an opportunity. And Zhou Mi was bursting with excitement, talking animatedly about a couple places they absolutely had to go.
The manager was reluctant, obviously. They needed their rest, for one. He also didn’t really want them to attract too much attention from the public, which they would probably do even if they weren’t extremely recognizable, because they’re Super Junior and that’s how they roll. But as all the members, even Kyuhyun, started to get excited about the prospect of going out, the manager grudgingly gave in. He told them to do whatever they want, as long as it didn’t cause a scandal and no one got injured.
Zhou Mi, of course, was the most ecstatic upon hearing the manager finally give in. He was the one to decide where they were going, and somehow convinced Eunhyuk to be the designated driver. Donghae probably helped in the convincing, to be honest.
The first club they went to was pretty awesome, at least Henry thought. He and the other members (excluding Eunhyuk) bought drinks, and after just talking to each other for a little while, set out to mingle with the other people in the club. Henry ended up talking to some cute girl for a little while, and was really hitting it off with her when a guy came up and introduced himself as her boyfriend. He looked a bit mad, and was bigger than Henry, too. Not a whole lot, but enough that Henry scampered away as soon as he possibly could.
He found Zhou Mi chatting with a group of long-legged Chinese supermodels, and not caring that he was interrupting, suggested that they should probably leave now. Zhou Mi just raised his eyebrows quizzically at Henry, forcing him to tell the man what happened. After he did, Zhou Mi just burst out laughing for a minute straight. Then, wiping his eyes, agreed that this club was starting to get dull and they could move onto the next one. Henry looked around him at the beautiful Chinese models. Zhou Mi thought this was dull?
Eh, whatever.
After some difficulty prying Donghae from his conversation with some blonde chick, they managed to round everyone up. They set out for the second club, in which Henry found himself becoming pretty tipsy after a couple more drinks. Okay, maybe a little more than tipsy.
Anyway, he found another cute girl willing to talk to him, and made sure that she didn’t have a boyfriend this time. He danced with her for a little while and pretty soon found himself making out with her in a corner.
Huh, Henry thought, how did this happen? And wait, what’s her name even? He shrugged, not really caring, and tilted his head further for better access to the girl’s mouth. Yeah, he was probably pretty drunk.
He yelled in protest when a hand came and yanked him off the girl he was kissing. It was Kyuhyun, who had come to drag him off to the next club. And being as Kyuhyun was Kyuhyun, he didn’t listen to Henry’s angry shrieks of protest, just grabbed his wrist and pulled the struggling man to the car.
After several minutes and getting shot down by a girl in the third club, Henry was beginning to suspect it was a gay bar. And how did he deduce this, you might ask? Well, the smart little chipmunk finally noticed that there were an absurdly large amount of guys grinding on guys, and chicks making out with each other in the dark corners. He got a little distracted by the latter.
So, he did what anyone would do at a gay bar. He sat down at the bar, ordered some more drinks, and got completely wasted. And that’s how Henry got where he was now.
He looked around from where he was perched in his seat. He was at that point of drunkenness where literally everyone in the club looked attractive in the dim light.
He tried to find the rest of Super Junior M, who he knew were around somewhere. He spotted Zhou Mi easily; talking with some guy who Henry saw lean in to whisper something in the tall man’s ear. Zhou Mi’s eyes widened and then darkened, and Henry found himself wanting to know exactly what that guy said. Or actually, it was probably better he never found out.
His eyes flickered to across the club, where Siwon could be seen storming out, clearly angry. Henry grinned amusedly, at what he wasn’t entirely sure, but he was drunk, so everything was funny.
He searched the dance floor, trying to find Donghae, Eunhyuk, or maybe even Sungmin, but instead his eyes found Kyuhyun dancing extremely close to some hot guy. Hot guy? Yes, hot guy. Because everyone was attractive to Henry at the moment. Keep up.
But damn, Henry didn’t know Kyuhyun had it in him to dance like that. But it was pretty sexy, drunken Henry wasn’t going to lie to himself. He didn’t know Kyuhyun swung that way, though. Then again, Henry himself didn’t swing that way, and here he was calling dudes hot and sexy. So whatever. The logic made complete sense to him.
He scanned the outer edge of the club, wondering if one of the members was in the shadows making out with someone-OH MY GOD IS THAT RYEOWOOK?
Indeed it was Ryeowook, making out with a different hot guy in the corner. Henry allowed himself to be shocked for all of two seconds, but then remembered that he had always thought Ryeowook might be gay sober, so this shouldn’t be surprising.
Turning his gaze elsewhere, Henry tried to find the remaining members. He couldn’t find Eunhyuk and Donghae anywhere, which was slightly concerning, but he didn’t worry about it. Sungmin was walking right towards him, and he turned to greet the man.
“Heyyyy,” Henry slurred. “How’s it going, sexy?”
Sungmin raised an eyebrow, clearly not as drunk as Henry was. “Not bad! Yourself?” He sat down next to Henry, ordering another drink.
“I’m good! Everyone seems to be having fun.” Henry giggled, something he would be embarrassed about had he cared enough to be embarrassed.
“Have you seen Donghae or Hyukkie?” Sungmin asked him.
“Hmmm? No, I haven’t. I found everyone else but I don’t know where they are. I saw Siwon storm out of here though. Maybe he’s with them.” Henry tried to move his stool closer to where Sungmin was, but almost ended up toppling over. Sungmin laughed at him as the bartender handed him his drink.
Sungmin hummed thoughtfully for a moment after his laughter died down. “I don’t think Siwon’s with them. They were right next to me a few minutes ago, and then they just vanished.”
“Did you check the bathroom?”
“…I’m not sure if I want to.”
Henry nodded understandably, taking a sip of his drink. He probably should have been cut off several drinks ago, but oh well. He didn’t care. He turned to Sungmin with an idea, eyes bright. “Hey, you know what?”
“What?”
“On our way here I saw someone selling hot dogs nearby.”
“…Okay.” Sungmin gave him a long, hard look. “What does that have to do with anything?”
Henry pounded his fists on the bar, making his drink slosh in its glass. “We should get some.”
“…Right.”
“OR OR OR OH MY GOD.” Henry’s mouth was just spewing words and he couldn’t really stop them. “Do you think,” he paused for dramatic effect, “it’s possible to fit a hot dog in your ass?”
Sungmin looked slightly appalled, but not as appalled as he should have. “Uh, probably.”
“You should try it.”
This time a look of horror did cross Sungmin’s face. “What? Me? Why?”
“Because.” Henry waggled his eyebrows. “Reasons.”
“Henry, no. I am not going to stick a hot dog in my ass.”
“Aw, come on! I’d help.” Henry pouted, trying to look as much like an adorable puppy as possible. “Pleeeaaase?”
“What the fuck, Henry, no.” Sungmin, clearly annoyed, started to get up from the bar.
Henry, who was quite enjoying Sungmin’s company, reached out and grabbed him by the wrist. “Wait, wait! I’m sorry, I was joking. Let me buy you a drink.”
Sungmin glared at him for a couple moments before settling back down next to Henry. “Fine.” He finished his current drink in one swig, and Henry bought both Sungmin and himself another one.
Sungmin eyed Henry carefully, glancing at his drink. “Henry, how much have you had?”
The younger man laughed wholeheartedly. “Who knows? Who cares?” He put an arm around Sungmin, holding his glass up in the air. “Come on, hyung, let’s get shitfaced!”
Sungmin grinned, clinked his glass against Henry’s, and the two set out to get drunker than they had ever been.
The rest of the night was a little patchy for Henry. Big parts of it were missing, but one event he remembered quite clearly was being on the dance floor.
He didn’t know how much more he’d had to drink with Sungmin, but he soon found himself being taken out to the dance floor. He danced, losing himself amidst the crowd and the sound of the speakers blaring across the club.
Before he knew it, some guy was pressing up against him from behind, and it didn’t occur to Henry to stop. So he just kept on dancing, the mysterious man dancing along with him. The man snaked his arms around Henry’s waist, bringing him in close, and Henry was quite aware of his ass brushing the other guy’s crotch. The man leaned down, brushing his lips against Henry’s neck and trailing them up to his ear, where he bit lightly, sneaking his tongue out to taste.
Henry groaned slightly at the welcome sensation, leaning back so he was further pressed up against the man. They continued to sway to the music, their dance getting more and more sensual by the minute. Henry was having an enjoyable time until he saw Sungmin making his way through the crowd, pushing people aside to get to Henry.
“Heyyy hyung, what’s up?” Henry asked casually, but then noticed the look of absolute fury in Sungmin’s eyes. Luckily, it wasn’t directed at him.
Sungmin, quicker than lightning (or so it seemed to Henry), clenched his fist and swung, punching the guy behind Henry straight in the nose.
“What the hell? You little asshole,” the guy shouted, clutching his now bleeding nose.
Sungmin growled. Literally growled. “Stay away from Henry, you fucker, or I’ll chop your balls off.” The guy narrowed his eyes angrily, but went off in the opposite direction. Henry stared, wondering for a moment how Sungmin had gotten so good at speaking Chinese.
“Henry,” Sungmin said irately, making Henry jump in alarm. “What the hell were you doing?”
Henry blinked. “Uh, dancing.”
“Bullshit. That dude was about to have sex with you on the dance floor.”
Henry shrugged, his inebriated brain not really able to form a logical reply. Sungmin sighed dramatically.
“You-I can’t believe-ugh, Henry.”
“What?” Henry asked innocently, not really understanding the situation.
Sungmin looked at him for a moment that seemed to last forever to Henry. He fidgeted under the older man’s gaze, then decided it would be best to just stare back until something happened. This yielded immediate results.
Sungmin put his hand on the nape of Henry’s neck and brought his head down, smashing their lips together in a heated kiss. Henry wasted no time in kissing back, trailing his hands down Sungmin’s sides before they settled in the older man’s back pockets, squeezing his ass lightly. Sungmin’s lips parted in a gasp, and soon their tongues met, exploring each other’s mouths.
They soon realized they were still in the middle of the dance floor, and Sungmin pulled back, bringing his mouth up to Henry’s ear to ask if he wanted to go somewhere else. Henry agreed immediately, and that was the last thing he remembered from that night.
The next day, Henry woke up to the sun streaming through hotel curtains, and really wished he hadn’t. He was pretty sure his head was going to explode at any moment, and then right after he would barf all over the nearest surface. Or maybe in the reverse order. He felt bile rise to his throat.
Yep, reverse order.
He rolled over, about to puke, but then found that the nearest surface was Sungmin. He slapped his hand over his mouth and ran to the bathroom with speed any sprinter would envy, puking in the toilet. He didn’t know how long he was in there, but finally his stomach was empty, and he sat on the bathroom floor, breathing deeply.
Suddenly, a hand held a glass of water out to him. “Here,” Sungmin said, handing him the glass. “Drink this. Slowly.”
“Thanks,” Henry muttered, and took a few sips. He looked up at Sungmin and froze, remembering the events of last night.
Sungmin laughed at his wide-eyed expression. “I see you remember last night.”
“Uh, some of it.” He felt heat rise to his cheeks and tore his gaze away from Sungmin to hide his embarrassment. “Did we, um, do anything last night?”
“Besides make out? Um, I don’t think we had sex. I vaguely remember a hand job I think? Maybe a couple?” Sungmin didn’t seem upset at the fact that he had fooled around with his own band member, but Henry groaned, literally face palming.
He stood up slowly, eyes locking with Sungmin’s. Hey, if Sungmin wasn’t making a big deal out of it, Henry wouldn’t either. “Sorry.” Henry scratched his head, grinning sheepishly. “I was really, really drunk last night. I don’t think I’ve ever been that drunk.”
Sungmin chuckled. “Hey, don’t apologize, I started it, remember? Besides, I was extremely drunk too.” His smile faded. “Actually, I feel really strange for some reason. I don’t usually get hangovers so this is weird. Can I use the bathroom or are you gonna…?” His voice trailed off, and Henry realized they were both still standing in the bathroom.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” Henry stuttered. “Go ahead, I think I threw up everything in my stomach already.” He rushed out of the bathroom, leaving Sungmin alone to do whatever he needed.
He decided to go wash his face in the sink of the tiny hotel kitchen. He splashed water over his face, wondering how they got home last night, and why he thought it would be a good idea to stay in Sungmin’s hotel room. Oh well. He’d probably hear all about it from the other members later, provided they weren’t too drunk to remember anything like he and Sungmin had been.
Henry looked down at his own clothes, really wishing he had something to change into. He figured Sungmin wouldn’t mind if he borrowed something, and set about rummaging through his hyung’s luggage.
A sudden scream from the bathroom made him stand up straight. “Sungmin? You okay?” He called.
“WHAT THE FUCK,” yelled Sungmin’s voice. “WHAT THE FUCKING HELL, HENRY.”
Henry was startled to hear the older man so angry. “Eh?” He blurted, confused.
“HENRY, I JUST SHIT AN ENTIRE HOT DOG. A WHOLE FUCKING HOT DOG.”
Henry stood extremely still for a minute, silence filling the room. Then he dissolved into a fit of laughter, falling over onto the bed. “Oh my god-I can’t breathe.” He gasped out.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP. I AM GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS.” The door to the bathroom flung open, revealing an absolutely furious Sungmin, who was staring daggers at Henry.
Henry’s laughter stopped abruptly as he realized the gravity of his current situation. “Oh, shit.” He said, then got up and bolted out the room’s door.
“GET BACK HERE,” Sungmin shrieked, and chased him down the hallway.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: crack, humor
Words: 2,729
Summary: Super Junior M manages to convince their manager to let them go out for a night. The results: Everyone gets completely drunk.
A/N: Fail summary, whatever. I blame this fic entirely on tempustransit, who is the reason I no longer eat hot dogs. Don't ask.
I have no idea how this got this long. I think it's because drunken Henry is quickly becoming my favorite thing to write. I tried to imagine him being able to handle his alcohol well, and I just couldn't. Also, angry swearing Sungmin amuses me greatly.
This is seriously ridiculous.
***
Henry was drunk.
Henry was so drunk that if someone asked him where he was, he wouldn’t know. Well, he knew he was in a club somewhere. And he was pretty sure they were still in China, although one could never be too certain.
The last thing Henry remembered clearly was being in the hotel with Super Junior M. This was the one night they didn’t have their schedules booked, and they all really really wanted to go out, since in their past trips to China they never had an opportunity. And Zhou Mi was bursting with excitement, talking animatedly about a couple places they absolutely had to go.
The manager was reluctant, obviously. They needed their rest, for one. He also didn’t really want them to attract too much attention from the public, which they would probably do even if they weren’t extremely recognizable, because they’re Super Junior and that’s how they roll. But as all the members, even Kyuhyun, started to get excited about the prospect of going out, the manager grudgingly gave in. He told them to do whatever they want, as long as it didn’t cause a scandal and no one got injured.
Zhou Mi, of course, was the most ecstatic upon hearing the manager finally give in. He was the one to decide where they were going, and somehow convinced Eunhyuk to be the designated driver. Donghae probably helped in the convincing, to be honest.
The first club they went to was pretty awesome, at least Henry thought. He and the other members (excluding Eunhyuk) bought drinks, and after just talking to each other for a little while, set out to mingle with the other people in the club. Henry ended up talking to some cute girl for a little while, and was really hitting it off with her when a guy came up and introduced himself as her boyfriend. He looked a bit mad, and was bigger than Henry, too. Not a whole lot, but enough that Henry scampered away as soon as he possibly could.
He found Zhou Mi chatting with a group of long-legged Chinese supermodels, and not caring that he was interrupting, suggested that they should probably leave now. Zhou Mi just raised his eyebrows quizzically at Henry, forcing him to tell the man what happened. After he did, Zhou Mi just burst out laughing for a minute straight. Then, wiping his eyes, agreed that this club was starting to get dull and they could move onto the next one. Henry looked around him at the beautiful Chinese models. Zhou Mi thought this was dull?
Eh, whatever.
After some difficulty prying Donghae from his conversation with some blonde chick, they managed to round everyone up. They set out for the second club, in which Henry found himself becoming pretty tipsy after a couple more drinks. Okay, maybe a little more than tipsy.
Anyway, he found another cute girl willing to talk to him, and made sure that she didn’t have a boyfriend this time. He danced with her for a little while and pretty soon found himself making out with her in a corner.
Huh, Henry thought, how did this happen? And wait, what’s her name even? He shrugged, not really caring, and tilted his head further for better access to the girl’s mouth. Yeah, he was probably pretty drunk.
He yelled in protest when a hand came and yanked him off the girl he was kissing. It was Kyuhyun, who had come to drag him off to the next club. And being as Kyuhyun was Kyuhyun, he didn’t listen to Henry’s angry shrieks of protest, just grabbed his wrist and pulled the struggling man to the car.
After several minutes and getting shot down by a girl in the third club, Henry was beginning to suspect it was a gay bar. And how did he deduce this, you might ask? Well, the smart little chipmunk finally noticed that there were an absurdly large amount of guys grinding on guys, and chicks making out with each other in the dark corners. He got a little distracted by the latter.
So, he did what anyone would do at a gay bar. He sat down at the bar, ordered some more drinks, and got completely wasted. And that’s how Henry got where he was now.
He looked around from where he was perched in his seat. He was at that point of drunkenness where literally everyone in the club looked attractive in the dim light.
He tried to find the rest of Super Junior M, who he knew were around somewhere. He spotted Zhou Mi easily; talking with some guy who Henry saw lean in to whisper something in the tall man’s ear. Zhou Mi’s eyes widened and then darkened, and Henry found himself wanting to know exactly what that guy said. Or actually, it was probably better he never found out.
His eyes flickered to across the club, where Siwon could be seen storming out, clearly angry. Henry grinned amusedly, at what he wasn’t entirely sure, but he was drunk, so everything was funny.
He searched the dance floor, trying to find Donghae, Eunhyuk, or maybe even Sungmin, but instead his eyes found Kyuhyun dancing extremely close to some hot guy. Hot guy? Yes, hot guy. Because everyone was attractive to Henry at the moment. Keep up.
But damn, Henry didn’t know Kyuhyun had it in him to dance like that. But it was pretty sexy, drunken Henry wasn’t going to lie to himself. He didn’t know Kyuhyun swung that way, though. Then again, Henry himself didn’t swing that way, and here he was calling dudes hot and sexy. So whatever. The logic made complete sense to him.
He scanned the outer edge of the club, wondering if one of the members was in the shadows making out with someone-OH MY GOD IS THAT RYEOWOOK?
Indeed it was Ryeowook, making out with a different hot guy in the corner. Henry allowed himself to be shocked for all of two seconds, but then remembered that he had always thought Ryeowook might be gay sober, so this shouldn’t be surprising.
Turning his gaze elsewhere, Henry tried to find the remaining members. He couldn’t find Eunhyuk and Donghae anywhere, which was slightly concerning, but he didn’t worry about it. Sungmin was walking right towards him, and he turned to greet the man.
“Heyyyy,” Henry slurred. “How’s it going, sexy?”
Sungmin raised an eyebrow, clearly not as drunk as Henry was. “Not bad! Yourself?” He sat down next to Henry, ordering another drink.
“I’m good! Everyone seems to be having fun.” Henry giggled, something he would be embarrassed about had he cared enough to be embarrassed.
“Have you seen Donghae or Hyukkie?” Sungmin asked him.
“Hmmm? No, I haven’t. I found everyone else but I don’t know where they are. I saw Siwon storm out of here though. Maybe he’s with them.” Henry tried to move his stool closer to where Sungmin was, but almost ended up toppling over. Sungmin laughed at him as the bartender handed him his drink.
Sungmin hummed thoughtfully for a moment after his laughter died down. “I don’t think Siwon’s with them. They were right next to me a few minutes ago, and then they just vanished.”
“Did you check the bathroom?”
“…I’m not sure if I want to.”
Henry nodded understandably, taking a sip of his drink. He probably should have been cut off several drinks ago, but oh well. He didn’t care. He turned to Sungmin with an idea, eyes bright. “Hey, you know what?”
“What?”
“On our way here I saw someone selling hot dogs nearby.”
“…Okay.” Sungmin gave him a long, hard look. “What does that have to do with anything?”
Henry pounded his fists on the bar, making his drink slosh in its glass. “We should get some.”
“…Right.”
“OR OR OR OH MY GOD.” Henry’s mouth was just spewing words and he couldn’t really stop them. “Do you think,” he paused for dramatic effect, “it’s possible to fit a hot dog in your ass?”
Sungmin looked slightly appalled, but not as appalled as he should have. “Uh, probably.”
“You should try it.”
This time a look of horror did cross Sungmin’s face. “What? Me? Why?”
“Because.” Henry waggled his eyebrows. “Reasons.”
“Henry, no. I am not going to stick a hot dog in my ass.”
“Aw, come on! I’d help.” Henry pouted, trying to look as much like an adorable puppy as possible. “Pleeeaaase?”
“What the fuck, Henry, no.” Sungmin, clearly annoyed, started to get up from the bar.
Henry, who was quite enjoying Sungmin’s company, reached out and grabbed him by the wrist. “Wait, wait! I’m sorry, I was joking. Let me buy you a drink.”
Sungmin glared at him for a couple moments before settling back down next to Henry. “Fine.” He finished his current drink in one swig, and Henry bought both Sungmin and himself another one.
Sungmin eyed Henry carefully, glancing at his drink. “Henry, how much have you had?”
The younger man laughed wholeheartedly. “Who knows? Who cares?” He put an arm around Sungmin, holding his glass up in the air. “Come on, hyung, let’s get shitfaced!”
Sungmin grinned, clinked his glass against Henry’s, and the two set out to get drunker than they had ever been.
The rest of the night was a little patchy for Henry. Big parts of it were missing, but one event he remembered quite clearly was being on the dance floor.
He didn’t know how much more he’d had to drink with Sungmin, but he soon found himself being taken out to the dance floor. He danced, losing himself amidst the crowd and the sound of the speakers blaring across the club.
Before he knew it, some guy was pressing up against him from behind, and it didn’t occur to Henry to stop. So he just kept on dancing, the mysterious man dancing along with him. The man snaked his arms around Henry’s waist, bringing him in close, and Henry was quite aware of his ass brushing the other guy’s crotch. The man leaned down, brushing his lips against Henry’s neck and trailing them up to his ear, where he bit lightly, sneaking his tongue out to taste.
Henry groaned slightly at the welcome sensation, leaning back so he was further pressed up against the man. They continued to sway to the music, their dance getting more and more sensual by the minute. Henry was having an enjoyable time until he saw Sungmin making his way through the crowd, pushing people aside to get to Henry.
“Heyyy hyung, what’s up?” Henry asked casually, but then noticed the look of absolute fury in Sungmin’s eyes. Luckily, it wasn’t directed at him.
Sungmin, quicker than lightning (or so it seemed to Henry), clenched his fist and swung, punching the guy behind Henry straight in the nose.
“What the hell? You little asshole,” the guy shouted, clutching his now bleeding nose.
Sungmin growled. Literally growled. “Stay away from Henry, you fucker, or I’ll chop your balls off.” The guy narrowed his eyes angrily, but went off in the opposite direction. Henry stared, wondering for a moment how Sungmin had gotten so good at speaking Chinese.
“Henry,” Sungmin said irately, making Henry jump in alarm. “What the hell were you doing?”
Henry blinked. “Uh, dancing.”
“Bullshit. That dude was about to have sex with you on the dance floor.”
Henry shrugged, his inebriated brain not really able to form a logical reply. Sungmin sighed dramatically.
“You-I can’t believe-ugh, Henry.”
“What?” Henry asked innocently, not really understanding the situation.
Sungmin looked at him for a moment that seemed to last forever to Henry. He fidgeted under the older man’s gaze, then decided it would be best to just stare back until something happened. This yielded immediate results.
Sungmin put his hand on the nape of Henry’s neck and brought his head down, smashing their lips together in a heated kiss. Henry wasted no time in kissing back, trailing his hands down Sungmin’s sides before they settled in the older man’s back pockets, squeezing his ass lightly. Sungmin’s lips parted in a gasp, and soon their tongues met, exploring each other’s mouths.
They soon realized they were still in the middle of the dance floor, and Sungmin pulled back, bringing his mouth up to Henry’s ear to ask if he wanted to go somewhere else. Henry agreed immediately, and that was the last thing he remembered from that night.
The next day, Henry woke up to the sun streaming through hotel curtains, and really wished he hadn’t. He was pretty sure his head was going to explode at any moment, and then right after he would barf all over the nearest surface. Or maybe in the reverse order. He felt bile rise to his throat.
Yep, reverse order.
He rolled over, about to puke, but then found that the nearest surface was Sungmin. He slapped his hand over his mouth and ran to the bathroom with speed any sprinter would envy, puking in the toilet. He didn’t know how long he was in there, but finally his stomach was empty, and he sat on the bathroom floor, breathing deeply.
Suddenly, a hand held a glass of water out to him. “Here,” Sungmin said, handing him the glass. “Drink this. Slowly.”
“Thanks,” Henry muttered, and took a few sips. He looked up at Sungmin and froze, remembering the events of last night.
Sungmin laughed at his wide-eyed expression. “I see you remember last night.”
“Uh, some of it.” He felt heat rise to his cheeks and tore his gaze away from Sungmin to hide his embarrassment. “Did we, um, do anything last night?”
“Besides make out? Um, I don’t think we had sex. I vaguely remember a hand job I think? Maybe a couple?” Sungmin didn’t seem upset at the fact that he had fooled around with his own band member, but Henry groaned, literally face palming.
He stood up slowly, eyes locking with Sungmin’s. Hey, if Sungmin wasn’t making a big deal out of it, Henry wouldn’t either. “Sorry.” Henry scratched his head, grinning sheepishly. “I was really, really drunk last night. I don’t think I’ve ever been that drunk.”
Sungmin chuckled. “Hey, don’t apologize, I started it, remember? Besides, I was extremely drunk too.” His smile faded. “Actually, I feel really strange for some reason. I don’t usually get hangovers so this is weird. Can I use the bathroom or are you gonna…?” His voice trailed off, and Henry realized they were both still standing in the bathroom.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” Henry stuttered. “Go ahead, I think I threw up everything in my stomach already.” He rushed out of the bathroom, leaving Sungmin alone to do whatever he needed.
He decided to go wash his face in the sink of the tiny hotel kitchen. He splashed water over his face, wondering how they got home last night, and why he thought it would be a good idea to stay in Sungmin’s hotel room. Oh well. He’d probably hear all about it from the other members later, provided they weren’t too drunk to remember anything like he and Sungmin had been.
Henry looked down at his own clothes, really wishing he had something to change into. He figured Sungmin wouldn’t mind if he borrowed something, and set about rummaging through his hyung’s luggage.
A sudden scream from the bathroom made him stand up straight. “Sungmin? You okay?” He called.
“WHAT THE FUCK,” yelled Sungmin’s voice. “WHAT THE FUCKING HELL, HENRY.”
Henry was startled to hear the older man so angry. “Eh?” He blurted, confused.
“HENRY, I JUST SHIT AN ENTIRE HOT DOG. A WHOLE FUCKING HOT DOG.”
Henry stood extremely still for a minute, silence filling the room. Then he dissolved into a fit of laughter, falling over onto the bed. “Oh my god-I can’t breathe.” He gasped out.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP. I AM GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS.” The door to the bathroom flung open, revealing an absolutely furious Sungmin, who was staring daggers at Henry.
Henry’s laughter stopped abruptly as he realized the gravity of his current situation. “Oh, shit.” He said, then got up and bolted out the room’s door.
“GET BACK HERE,” Sungmin shrieked, and chased him down the hallway.