Filled. Part 1/3bonomanicAugust 24 2011, 21:25:55 UTC
(This has a distinct Kihae focus, I hope that's okay, anon. It's also slightly rushed.)
Kibum can’t remember why he thought it was a good idea. He squints thoughtfully at his drink, but the pretense only lasts for a second because he knows he’s not nearly drunk enough to be suffering from memory loss. Which means he probably never thought it was a good idea to go clubbing with the members to begin with and he really should’ve known better than to tag along.
The bass of the currently playing dance track reverberates heavily in his ribcage, making him feel as if some invisible person was trying CPR on him. Swishing a sip of his drink around in his mouth, Kibum ponders his situation and thinks that maybe he should just go home. If he was lucky, the members weren’t drunk enough yet to notice when he disappeared. He shudders at the memory of their last drunken evening and everyone’s sudden need to drape themselves over him and whine about his aloofness.
Deciding that escaping before they find him would be in his best interest, Kibum sweeps his eyes over the room and tries to spot the other members. There is Kyuhyun, locked in a drinking competition with Youngwoon that seems to involve taking shots straight from the other’s mouth. Apparently Donghee is the designated referee, but he is being distracted by a hysterically giggling Jungsu who looks as if he’s simultaneously trying to take off his shirt and hug Donghee. Blinking at the spectacle, Kibum deems them preoccupied for at least another half hour and looks for the others. A few feet down, oblivious to the harsh thumping of the bass, Jongwoon has Ryeowook in a backhug, dragging the younger man around to a slow dance that ignores the screaming music and involves long moments of drunken swaying. At a table not far from them, Heechul is languidly reclining in a chair, wearing a leer and not keeping his hands to himself as Hankyung is gracefully moving over his lap, brushing and grinding. To their left, Sungmin’s jeans are stretching around his bulging thighs as he shimmies up from his crouch, his backside pressed snugly against Siwon’s front. Siwon looks as if he’s being issued a personal invitation to heaven as Sungmin grinds against him with smooth twists of his hips. Hyukjae is slumped to the floor against a wall next to them, wearing a blissed-out grin that Kibum pointedly overlooks.
Counting slowly against the haze in his head, Kibum realizes he’s missing one and he’s about to make a stealthy move towards the door before Donghae can find him when he gets a lapful of flailing limbs. Thrown off balance, Kibum instinctively scrambles for a hold and hugs back-which really isn’t the smartest thing to do-but thankfully his stool only tilts back a few centimeters before it’s stopped by the solid wood of the bar.
His heart is still pumping with shock when the flailing stops and Donghae’s grinning face emerges from the general area of his chest. His hyung’s hair is disheveled and his shirt halfway unbuttoned, but judging from the slight sheen of sweat on what can be seen of his skin, alcohol is already giving him a surge of heat. Kibum sighs.
Donghae doesn’t seem to hear him because he gestures wildly with the bottle in his hand and sways slightly. “Kibummie!” he says loudly, sounding a little whiny. “I’ve been looking for you! All-“ his tongue stumbles over the word, “all over!” He emphasizes his words with a nod that almost throws him off balance again, but catches himself against the bar. With a squinty look at the bottle, he pokes his tongue out in concentration and clonks it down on the counter with a jerky movement, smiling triumphantly.
“Well, you found me,” Kibum answers dryly. He gives his nearly empty glass a speculative glance. Although things are a bit fuzzy, he’s not nearly drunk enough to deal with a drunken Donghae.
Kibum can’t remember why he thought it was a good idea. He squints thoughtfully at his drink, but the pretense only lasts for a second because he knows he’s not nearly drunk enough to be suffering from memory loss. Which means he probably never thought it was a good idea to go clubbing with the members to begin with and he really should’ve known better than to tag along.
The bass of the currently playing dance track reverberates heavily in his ribcage, making him feel as if some invisible person was trying CPR on him. Swishing a sip of his drink around in his mouth, Kibum ponders his situation and thinks that maybe he should just go home. If he was lucky, the members weren’t drunk enough yet to notice when he disappeared. He shudders at the memory of their last drunken evening and everyone’s sudden need to drape themselves over him and whine about his aloofness.
Deciding that escaping before they find him would be in his best interest, Kibum sweeps his eyes over the room and tries to spot the other members. There is Kyuhyun, locked in a drinking competition with Youngwoon that seems to involve taking shots straight from the other’s mouth. Apparently Donghee is the designated referee, but he is being distracted by a hysterically giggling Jungsu who looks as if he’s simultaneously trying to take off his shirt and hug Donghee. Blinking at the spectacle, Kibum deems them preoccupied for at least another half hour and looks for the others.
A few feet down, oblivious to the harsh thumping of the bass, Jongwoon has Ryeowook in a backhug, dragging the younger man around to a slow dance that ignores the screaming music and involves long moments of drunken swaying. At a table not far from them, Heechul is languidly reclining in a chair, wearing a leer and not keeping his hands to himself as Hankyung is gracefully moving over his lap, brushing and grinding. To their left, Sungmin’s jeans are stretching around his bulging thighs as he shimmies up from his crouch, his backside pressed snugly against Siwon’s front. Siwon looks as if he’s being issued a personal invitation to heaven as Sungmin grinds against him with smooth twists of his hips. Hyukjae is slumped to the floor against a wall next to them, wearing a blissed-out grin that Kibum pointedly overlooks.
Counting slowly against the haze in his head, Kibum realizes he’s missing one and he’s about to make a stealthy move towards the door before Donghae can find him when he gets a lapful of flailing limbs. Thrown off balance, Kibum instinctively scrambles for a hold and hugs back-which really isn’t the smartest thing to do-but thankfully his stool only tilts back a few centimeters before it’s stopped by the solid wood of the bar.
His heart is still pumping with shock when the flailing stops and Donghae’s grinning face emerges from the general area of his chest. His hyung’s hair is disheveled and his shirt halfway unbuttoned, but judging from the slight sheen of sweat on what can be seen of his skin, alcohol is already giving him a surge of heat. Kibum sighs.
Donghae doesn’t seem to hear him because he gestures wildly with the bottle in his hand and sways slightly. “Kibummie!” he says loudly, sounding a little whiny. “I’ve been looking for you! All-“ his tongue stumbles over the word, “all over!” He emphasizes his words with a nod that almost throws him off balance again, but catches himself against the bar. With a squinty look at the bottle, he pokes his tongue out in concentration and clonks it down on the counter with a jerky movement, smiling triumphantly.
“Well, you found me,” Kibum answers dryly. He gives his nearly empty glass a speculative glance. Although things are a bit fuzzy, he’s not nearly drunk enough to deal with a drunken Donghae.
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