#hizzuk

for: @kgwoobin​

   with the heater in their apartment running too hot, teddy and woobin would drink more often and increasingly heavier. how else were the supposed to stay cool while having fun? cracking open beers and soju seemed like the only right answer. it was too cold outside to walk around to stay cool but too warm in their apartment to sit around and do nothing. drinking was a nice distraction. neither of them had any plans, both had been busy all day with work and had made plans to sit down and have some drinks together over dinner. which is what they were doing. woobin had left the living room to go to the bathroom, teddy taking a chance to lean back against the couch and groan loudly, wiping the sweat off her neck. the two of them had reached a significant number of drinks each, bottles of soju and cans of beers scattered across the coffee table with chinese food left overs. they were drunk. not too much to where they couldn’t control themselves but enough to have a lapse of judgement. 

over her shoulder, teddy sees woobin emerge from the bathroom with one less article of clothing than he had going in. did she make an attempt to conceal the fact she was staring? of course not. it was painfully obvious that her brown eyes were staring a hole through his chest as he made his way back over to sit at the coffee table. they weren’t animals, but didn’t have a couch. so the two of them would push the coffee table forward and sit on the floor of their living room to eat and drink. “that’s not a bad idea.” the werewolf claimed, finally coming back to. 

there was an attempt made to take her shirt off in one swift movement, but with a lack of hand-eye coordination, teddy knocked over not one but two bottles of soju into woobin’s lap. she didn’t notice until the shirt was off and in her hands. “oh shit. oh fuck. i’m sorry.” she mumbled, grabbing the bottles and putting them back onto the table before hurriedly making an attempt to pat woobin’s lap dry using her shirt as a towel. “you’re gonna have to get this dry cleaned if you don’t want to smell like soju every time you wear them.” that was probably the most adult statement she’d made in a long while. alas, teddy had a knowledgeable past with spilling alcohol on clothing. suddenly her hands ceased patting motions and she realized what was happening. what was becoming increasingly obvious. 

“this is no good.” she exclaimed. it took her a moment to realize idle hands were just as bad as moving hands. teddy threw her shirt onto the floor beside her and instead now reached out for an almost full bottle of soju, barely making eye contact with woobin but also barely making an effort to peel her eyes off of his lap. “you should take your pants off. before they get worse.” was all she could manage to say bluntly before beginning to aggressively chug down the soju. 

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