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Friday Night || Young K One Shot

→ Summary: You and Younghyun have been childhood friends ever since you two were in diapers so you knew each other pretty well. However, there were some things that you didn’t know about each other and he was about to let it all out after five glasses of alcohol.

→ Genre: Romance, Fluff

→ Member: Kang Younghyun (Brian)

→ Words: 2.1k

A/N: I got into Day6 just recently, and even though they debuted last year, I really did wish I could’ve noticed them earlier. They are one of the best groups in K-Pop and for one good reason and it is because they all are special and unique in their own way. They are indeed, magical humans beings sent from above!

It was Friday night, the dark sky was high above the clouds and the street lamps were turned on, barely any cars drove past your house as you casually sat in your living room, bored as any lazy person would ever be. Your arm dangled over the side of the couch, your body laid across the cushions as all you did was stare at the TV screen that was displaying a drama.

You were bored, that was all you knew. Friday nights were always the times where you stayed up till early in the morning the next day or binge eat popcorn and pizzas while watching a sad movie which wasn’t a good combination. The food would always get soggy in the end from your tears but it didn’t matter.

It was Friday, who cares.

You were on the verge of falling asleep, about to fall off the couch any minute because you weren’t paying attention until your phone vibrated loudly on the coffee table, making you tumble off the edge in shock and surprise. Someone was calling you so you quickly got up, trying to fix yourself and fumbled around holding your phone before clicking the answer button and listened to the waiting signal before a voice was heard on the other line.

It was Wonpil, sounding distraught and disappointed in some way.

“Wonpil?” You answered, trying to handle yourself.

“Y/N, we need you at the studio. We have a delivery for you and it’s for free.” Wonpil’s voice sounded from the other end. “The dropping off is not part of the service so you need to pick it up over here.”

“I didn’t order a package, what are you talking about?”

“You don’t have time, it’s a bit drowsy at the moment so it needs to be handled quickly. Come over before it get’s out of contro—”

Before Wonpil could finish his sentence, you noticed another voice coming in from the background, a deep but sexy sound a little softer than normal, most likely from the distance of the phone and the voice as footsteps stumbled closer to Wonpil.

“Wonpiiilllll~ Our cute and adorable pianistttt~ You know, I think you need a new keyboard, you keep pushing it too harddd till it knocks downnn like booom~ So that’s why I got you a laptop because it has a better keyboarrdd! Get it? Keyboard? Hehe I’m funny~”

Despite the silence in your house, you knew where the sound was coming from and you did not whatsoever want to handle him on your way to collecting this “package” of yours. It was almost as if you were already in the studio witnessing the act right in front of you. You already knew where this was heading.

“I know what you’re thinking of Y/N,” Wonpil said after a few seconds of you not responding to him.

“And yes. He is your package.”

Before you could say anything else, you were frozen on the spot when Wonpil hung up on you suddenly, leaving you all by yourself and a very drunk package to collect when you arrive.

“Why do I even have these guys as friends.”

Your car headlights lit up the road in front of you, hands gripping the wheel tightly while your attention was focused straight at the sight in front of you, an entrance to a studio just a few meters down the road. You bit your lip nervously, imagining the situation right now that was occurring at the place, imagining everything completely trashed, covered in confetti and silly string while the musical instruments laid everywhere, scattered on the floor.

Yeah, those were caused by one person.

You couldn’t dream any longer before finding yourself in front of the studio already, just parked on the side curb with a stern figure standing by your car window. He knocked a few times, making you roll it down before looking at his face, smiling innocently.

“You are such a monster Y/N.” Wonpil glared at you with crossed arms, making you chuckle guiltily.

“I was late, I guess?” You replied, looking at him back in the eye whilst rubbing your neck.

“You put us in such a difficult situation, seriously.” He debated. “Like, I can’t even handle him when he’s not drunk, isn’t that stupid? Not really, because he’s the stupid one! Not us!”

“Okay, fine. I want my package. Bring him to me before I go and leave him here with you guys.” You joked, making Wonpil widened his eyes in shock.

“Oh hell no!”

He quickly left, heading back into the studio as you got out of your car and closed the door behind you with a sigh, leaning against the metal whilst scrolling through your phone waiting for the “package”.

It took him awhile, noises echoing through the building, loud enough for you to hear and possibly neighbours down the road before all five figures of your friends leapt out of the darkness, one of them tumbling and falling repeatedly along the way.

“Eww, he stinks like trash…” Jae complained in English, obviously trying not to touch the trembling figure as he pushed him out the door and towards your direction where you watched in utter shock.

It was Younghyun, your best friend since childhood struggling to stand up straight and trying to keep his posture which only resulted in a more disfigured pose. He rolled and tumbled from side to side, hiccuping every once in awhile whilst still maintain an unusual smile.

That was Younghyun indeed.

“Heyyyy Y/N!” Younghyun called to you in a very drunken voice. He toppled to the side slightly as he took careful steps to you one at a time, keeping his bright but distorted smile on his face at the sight of you in front of him.

He walked over to you who was judging him deep inside your head, watching as he stumbled closer to you, your face inches away from him while his breath reeked of alcohol. He kept his balance by placing his hands beside your figure against the car.

“What have you been doing, Brian?” You said to him sternly, trying to move away from him, which only made him move closer.

“Oooooh guys, did you heaaar that? Y/N just called meee Brian! That’s a first!” He laughed crazily, turning to the other members. “I’m so angrrry at her nowww.”

You leaned to the side past his head, watching as the other four stared from afar, way too far as their expressions were empty and sad that you had to deal with him.

“He’s all yours now Y/N!” Sungjin called loudly before everyone walked back into the studio, leaving just you and Younghyun alone under the light of the street lamp.

You couldn’t stand him any longer. You were quick to act when he was about to lean in very close to your face and peck a smooch on your cheeks, making you squirm and let out a small cry in disgust.

“Eww, eww, eww, eww.” You mumbled repeatedly, opening the door to the passenger seat beside the driver’s side and shoved him in quickly while he hiccuped with a laugh. You didn’t dare to touch him any further after his breath was stinking up the whole place around you, making you run around the car and get inside, turning the ignition.

“You are such a foul animal Younghyun, a foul animal I say.” You mumbled under your breath before driving off with a drunk Brian pretending to be a bird.

He managed to get out of the car on his own after you pulled it to the side just in front of your house where the lights were still turned on. He fumbled out into the open night sky immediately after taking one step, face planting onto the concrete with a light sound, making you pull out your keys and quickly aiding him with your assistance and checking to see if he was alright. You picked him up and held his arm over your shoulder, dragging him all the way to your front door, sticking your keys in and opening the door to the smell of home sweet home.

You dropped him on your couch, watching as he groggily mumbled out words and hiccuped, smiling straight afterwards making you slightly confused and scared at the same time. You headed to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, returning to Younghyun and forcing him to drink it.

“Drink Younghyun, drink.” You begged and gazed silently as he did as you told him, engulfing the entire glass of liquid before burping loudly. “Gross.”

Running back to the kitchen, you grabbed the nearest clean cloth to you and soaked it in cold water, letting it seep in and bringing a bigger bucket with cold water in it to rinse off the sweat that was dripping down his body from head to toe. He was very dirty, drenched in leftover alcohol and some wine stains, sweat covering his white t-shirt and blue jeans while he had some vomit left on the corner of his mouth.

You returned beside him, immediately placing the soaked cloth over his forehead making him relax a little, a loud sigh escaping past his lips as you brushed the nasty stuff of his lips.

You were caring for him quietly when he started talking out of nowhere.

“You know that Y/N girl?” He began, making you raise an eyebrow in confusion, questioning what he was saying. You were intrigued before realising that he was drunk and had short term memory. You stayed quiet and nodded.

“Really? You know Y/N?” He said once more, to which you responded with yet another nod accompanied with a grin.

“She’s so quiet all the time, I barely see her.” You were shocked.

“She’s always so quiet with me, she never speaks to me like she hates me or something. I don’t get it. What did I do wrong?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong Younghy—” You started talking before he interrupted.

“Is it because I like her so much? Is it because my heart always goes bu-bum-bu-bum when I’m around her?” He explained, sitting up with the cloth slipping off his forehead and onto his lap, reenacting the heart beating in his chest to the sound.

“It’s like fireworks exploding in my chest, like Pew! Pew! Pew! They are big, like my heart for her! I can’t control it!”

“I don’t like her, I don’t even know, I think I love her. She’s so beautiful but she never says anything. Maybe she hates me. She’s just so…”

“Magical.”

You were completely silent the whole time your best friend explained an entire story to you, unconsciously explaining his love life and his affection for you that you didn’t even know. It had been almost 15 years since you two had been together, almost as little kids and Younghyun never got the chance to explain to you about who he liked.

After all those years of you talking to yourself about your obsession about him to bed, the times you texted or called him multiple times in a row or the fact his smile was contagious, it made you happy to know that he felt the same way. The feelings were mutual.

He liked you for all those years, and it took him 15 years to finally confess; in a way that wasn’t even planned.

“I wish she could notice me more. Notice me senpaaaaaiiii~” He cried out in a girly voice, making you laugh before he laid back on the couch, closing his eyes slowly and drifting off into a deep sleep, his light snores echoing across the house.

You smiled at your friend, his cute posture as he slept with the wet cloth still on his head. He was your best friend, but you couldn’t wait to tell him all about this moment tomorrow morning, hoping to confess to him at the same time.

“I love you so much Younghyun.” You smiled, kissing his lips softly before heading upstairs to your bedroom to take a shower.

He smiled to himself as he felt the tingle of your lips on his.

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