the morning after
the morning after.
rating: r for hints at sexual situations, language and unexplainable crack.
pairings: kangteuk, wonteuk, wonteukhae, shin dong/shower curtain, han kyung/take out box, kyumin, yehwook... i think that's all unless you count hyuk jae/sanity?
notes: this takes place before super junior m, obviously. i will be writing a second installment to this soon that will probably be titled "before the morning after" so look out for that or tell me not to write it if you think this sucks. also, forgive me for any mistakes, i wrote most of this after staying up for around 24 hours so i can't apologize enough.
kang in wakes up face down on the floor but this isn't just any floor. it's hard and his cheek is sticking to the laminated wood which probably means he was drooling(and if people are looking, it'll probably be embarrassing). so, he thinks of a come back to say to anyone that will be laughing at him before slowly blinking his eyes open and realizing that he had way too much to drink last night because everything in this room is blurring in to colors and shapes and where-
"where the hell are my pants," hee chul demands as he sits up, promptly banging his head on the kitchen table. he vaguely wonders why someone put a kitchen table over his bed and considers strangling yeh sung before he feels around for his pillow(to perform the strangulation) and realizes that he's on the kitchen floor. this would explain why he hit his head on the kitchen table, but it doesn't solve the mystery of his pants. he sits and allows his eyes to focus, then notices someone's legs are hanging off of the bar stool which could only mean that-
"that's the last time i'm drinking with any of you again," shin dong announces to no one in particular(for the fifth time in the past month) because he's trapped in the bathtub in a cocoon that most would call a purple and green polka dotted shower curtain.
"that's nice, hyung," hyuk jae grumbles and flushes the toilet, pulling his pants back up and moving to wash his hands-
hands are down shi won's pants and this is something that his mother and father definitely didn't warn him about when they told him not to get drunk and fool around. his eyes are open wide but he's too afraid to look on the bed behind him. he closes his eyes and makes a promise that he'll never get drunk again if the hands are gone by the time he counts to three, but his prayers go unheard and when his eyes flutter open, there are still hands down his pants. the figure behind him stirs and groans softly, mumbling something about "the fucking titanic music blaring" through the speakers in the room(which shi won hadn't taken time to notice because there are hands down his pants).
"ee teuk, what the fuck are you doing?" the voice is deep, eyes are fixated on shi won's crotch and shi won really hopes that the voice doesn't belong to who he thinks it does because he really needs to be able to use all his limbs and hopes that the older man will at least be polite enough not to touch his face when he beats the hell out of him.
"hyung, i can explain-"
"explain to me why my pants are hanging up on the ceiling by thumbtacks," hyuk jae thinks he hears as he walks into the kitchen. he's sure he heard correctly when he sees hee chul standing with his hands on his hips in nothing more than a button down shirt and a pair of leopard print underwear. he listens as han kyung sputters, bits of rice on his face from where his face was most likely using the chinese food take out box as a pillow.
"head hurts, can't-"
"don't fucking pretend like you don't know korean, you shit, tell me what happened," hee chul points and han kyung hiccups, eyes closing as he leans back against the take out container. "don't even try playing dead, open your eyes."
hyuk jae stands against the counter and pours a glass of orange juice, going to bring it to his lips but only to have the glass stolen by-
by the time ee teuk opens his eyes, he realizes that he's in the wrong place at the wrong time or his hands are in the wrong place at the wrong time because kang in is staring shi won down and shi won looks like a lamb that's about to be preyed on by a rabid wolf. he decides to close his eyes all over again, opting falling back asleep as the best choice of all of the possibilities, sliding his hands out from under the innocent younger man's(who totally copped a feel on his ass last night before leading him off to the bedroom) pants and touching them to his lower stomach, leaning his forehead against his shoulder blades.
"what the fuck is he doing? what the fuck did you two do?"
"hyung, my pants are on, look! we didn't do anything," shi won is gesturing wildly with his hands and the older man looks like he couldn't care less, an impression of the floor on his slightly darkened cheek.
"where are his clothes then," kang in hisses and shi won gasps as dong hae rolls over from behind ee teuk(in a shirt that the band leader definitely had on last night) and lifts the blankets up off of his head, rubbing over his face before snuggling against ee teuk's side.
"who's cooking breakfast?"
"breakfast sounds good," ryeo wook mumbles against yeh sung's chest from their position on the couch, which would have probably been perfectly normal if yeh sung didn't have a monocle and mustache drawn on his face with permanent marker or maybe if they weren't bound on the couch together by duct tape. the "insert here" sign taped on ryeo wook's ass wasn't really helping things either.
"mm, maybe later," the other grunts in return, trying to shift and not questioning it when he isn't able to move at all.
"you were so drunk last night," the younger of the two yawns, lifting his head up and blinking a few times, crossing his eyes in order to focus on yeh sung's face. "you should probably shave," he muses while squinting before dropping his head back down-
"-down. get them down! ki bum, do you see this? those are my favorite pants," hee chul whines and puts his hands on his hips for the gazillionth time in the past hour and ki bum looks almost amused as he drinks out of hyuk jae's orange juice glass(which the latter eyes pitifully).
it doesn't take long before kyu hyun makes his way into the kitchen, scratching his chest and pointing up toward the pants on the ceiling with a yawn, his hair sticking up in all directions. "someone's pants..."
"shut up!" hee chul shrieks and han kyung swats at him blindly, mumbling under his breath about a "hangunder" before promptly falling off of the stool and taking his makeshift pillow with him.
soon after kyu hyun arrives in the kitchen, sung min stumbles into the room with his shirt unbuttoned and a hickey on his neck. everyone looks at each other accusingly before hyuk jae and hee chul both point at the hickey and then kyu hyun with their mouths gaped open as the youngest pulls out the orange juice carton and shakes it with a frown before putting it back in the fridge. ki bum snorts.
"why is there rice all over the floor," is what seems to come out of sung min's mouth in a jumbled mess as he itches over his forehead with a marker top before putting it down on the kitchen table casually. moving to the fridge, he opens the door, looks around at everyone questionably, shaking the orange juice carton with a sigh before pouting and placing it back beside the milk. "what-"
"what the fuck is going on?" kang in bellows for the fifth time before turning pale and diving off in the direction of the bathroom. shi won looks at dong hae who looks at ee teuk who makes a sound that resembles a giggle when he hears shin dong scream. shi won makes the first move(a beeline for the door), grabbing his shirt as he trips his way down the hallway. he gets to the kitchen before realizing that his shirt is actually a pair of boxers that aren't his at all. he starts throwing one of his famous mini tantrums before he sees the whole kitchen(minus han kyung, obviously) is staring at him blankly.
"shi won, you weren't here last night," ryeo wook mumbles from the couch and the congregation in the kitchen nods in unison.
"that's right! i wasn't here last night! make sure you tell that to kang in," shi won nods seriously with wide eyes and exaggerated gestures before walking out of the apartment building with a loud, "god, i promise i will never get drunk ag-" the door slams and silence fills the air for a moment before ki bum speaks up.
"wait, he was here. remember, he was feeling ee teuk up in the hallway," he drifts off, taking another sip of orange juice(as hyuk jae, sung min, and kyu hyun glare in his direction). "or was i the only one to see that..."
"you were the only one," hee chul confirms, stepping over han kyung as the rest of the boys nod, looking as thoughtful as they can with hangovers.
"why can't we get up?" yeh sung asks casually from the living room and hee chul pours himself a glass of wine before heading off down the hallway, mumbling about his favorite pair of pants. hyuk jae sighs defeatedly and follows. ki bum snorts and puts the empty glass in the sink before strutting out of the apartment like he was never there in the first place. kyu hyun's hands go directly to sung min's ass, who emits a squeal in return before they start making out against the fridge and han kyung doesn't mind, he just clings tighter to his take out box and sighs contentedly.
"no, seriously, why can't we move?"