#hangover

THE ADDAMS FAMILY

day 1 - hangover

Erhard Amadeus Dier (1893–1969), “Katzenjammer”

from ‘Die Muskete’ Vol. 24 #9, May 2, 1929

bleeding cuteness

pairing: seungmin x reader

warnings: cursing, hangover

genre: fluff. tooth-rotting.

word count: 822

summary: waking up in...felix's bed?

a/n: pretend seungmin gets asian flush

you shifted, tired, not recognizing the mattress you were on, or who's back yours was to. you turned around to find a head of blonde hair stir, flushed and sleepy as he took you in. you felt seungmin's arm draped over your waist still lingering even though he was gone.

now what the hell were you doing in felix's bed?

his head fell to your shoulder and you closed your eyes, wondering if the dull throb in your head was really there. you sat up. it was there for sure.

"yongbokkie.."

"hm?" he hummed, voice thick with sleep. these boys always got the best sleep in the world. it was necessary. but not on this break.

"morning."

"morning."

he was wrecked from the drinks last night, all the singing, screaming.

"how do you feel?" you asked, squinting as the light filtered in.

his voice was gravelly; more than usual. "like shit."

"i think i feel the same."

you gathered that you were hungover. and if your body's memory was correct, the three of you had probably been so shitfaced last night that when you had found a bed (or the bed), you'd all just collapsed.

your real boyfriend walked in, holding a coffee and sporting a similar, but more awake expression. but he looked good. he always did. his hair was messy, but he'd changed into some clean sweatpants and a tank top that showed off the toned arms the world barely ever got to see. felix got to see them. you got to see them.

he smirked softly, showing off that bratty but never cruel face that you didn't just grow to love, but have always loved. he was your ult, you always said, no matter how ridiculous it sounded with time.

"seungminnie!" you rasped. "come here."

he set the coffee down with nothing more than a 'tsk,' and walked over, kneeling at your side. he stroked your hair back. felix stood up, and exasperated, said, "it's bled into my room now."

focus on seungmin, you remarked, "it's a shame you're up already, i always like watching you sleep."

"oh?"

"yeah, like in the most creepy way."

he raised his eyebrows. "right, well don't you ever think i would feel the same?"

"oh, baby i'm not cute when i sleep."

"whatever. i think you are. sometimes you're even pretty."

"woah, real smooth."

he stood. "get up, love. your coffee will be just the right temperature if you get ready now."

"aw.." your eyes lit up, or softened; whatever meant you were obviously head over heels in love, but not energized enough to shout it from a rooftop.

so you hugged him.

maybe your approach was awkward. his reaction sure made it seem that way.

"yah.."

you pulled off slightly.

"no, stay."

then he hugged you back. it was as if you'd forgotten what it felt like. it was one of the best feelings. you'd suddenly went from feeling dirty and hungover to feeling loved and, well, held.

he loved you. that's what it was.

you broke away after a good minute. "i'll get ready."

he nodded.

when you got to the bathroom, the mirror instantly greeted you with raccoon eyes. you must've been fucked up. you never slept in your makeup. well, not anymore since you'd found a damn near heaven-sent dream boy to keep you happy and taken care of. but he had been pretty far gone. he usually gets a cute amount of drunk.

you removed last night's makeup, brushed your teeth, moisturized and whatnot, then came out of the bathroom to go get your coffee. you were still in last night's clothes.

you met with your boyfriend smiling warmly while holding his. he was now wearing one of those zip up hoodies that didn't quite stay on his shoulder. he handed you a glass of water. "drink this first. hydrate a bit." you smiled back and followed.

after chugging that, you grabbed your coffee, trying it.

"wow, it really is the perfect temperature."

"is it how you like it?"

"yeah, it's perfect."

you took a few more careful sips. it was just hot enough that gulps would burn you. "you were so cute last night, blushing and all," you said to seungmin.

he smiled to himself.

"what even happened last night?" you mused, rubbing your temple. "there's no way i wasn't all over you."

"you definitely were."

"ha...well then why yongbok's bed? oh don't tell me..."

"i turned you down!" he stated. "it just...felt wrong. you actually got drunker than me if that's possible..."

"really?"

"100%."

"soooo why you in yongbok's bed? i know i felt your arm on me."

"i was drunk enough to be depressed by sleeping alone."

"THAT'S fair."

looking back, you must've really been out of it. his flush was actually all you remembered past 11pm.

his cuteness bled deep.

or his blood made his cuteness deep? something like that.