#up.all.night.to.get.some

It was about 3 am, give or take, and Seunghyun was very drunk and probably a little bit high (“probably” because when you spend too much time in a club, you inhale too much smoke and glitter and strobe lighting, and it all sort of pools together and makes everything wobbly). He had about eighteen songs stuck in his head and he was trying to hum all of them at once while he got out the extra key he had to Chansung's apartment. It took him mumbling through the second verses and the chorus before he finally managed to get the key actually into the lock and open it up.

He stumbled inside, slammed the door shut, and immediately headed into the kitchen. Channie's kitchen was always way better stocked than his own, and fucking gigantic in comparison, so he got out an apple before making his way through the rooms towards the one he knew the other was asleep in. Well maybe not so much sleeping anymore. But just in case he was still asleep inside, Seunghyun threw himself against the door and started pounding on it like a three year old throwing a tantrum.

“CHANNIE-POO. Open the door!!” He whined loudly and banged his head against the wood three times. Thinking about it though, Chansung was probably fucking somebody, And Seunghyun should probably leave them alone and apologize, but ehhhh. No one else Chansung could have been with really mattered, in the long run, when it came to their friendship- at least they never mattered to Seunghyun. “I’m bored and I can’t sleep and whoever you’ve got in there is not as important to you as I am, anyway!” He paused, biting into his apple and looking over at the living room. That looked comfy. “Channie, I’m going over to sit on your couch! I’ll probably eat all your chips! Let me know when you aRE DONE OKAY??” He kicked the door a little and stumbled backwards, muttering curse words at the pain in his toe, before turning around and flopping down onto the floor of the hallway, planking on his face and just waiting.

It was about 3 am, give or take, and Kyuhyun was probably a little bit high (“probably” because when you spend too much time in a club, you inhale too much smoke and glitter and strobe lighting, and it all kind of pools together and makes everything wobbly). He had about eighteen songs stuck in his head and he was trying to hum all of them at once while he got out the extra key he had to Siwon's. It took him mumbling through the second verses and the chorus before he finally managed to get the key actually into the lock and open it up.

He stumbled inside, slammed the door shut, and immediately headed into the kitchen. Siwonie’s kitchen was always way better stocked than his own, so he got out an apple before making his way through the rooms towards the one he knew the other was asleep in. Well maybe not so much sleeping anymore. But just in case he was still asleep inside, Kyuhyun threw himself against the door and started pounding on it like a three year old throwing a tantrum.