even though, the days woobin works are shorter, they are somehow more exhausting. his back aches, head throbbing to the point where it felt like it could explode at any moment. so if it hadnât been for his dinner date with teddy - though he himself wouldnât have dared to call it anything close to a date - he wouldnât be up on his feet right now. he wouldnât be smiling, a bag of take out dangerously swinging off his wrist as he kicks off his shoes at the door. it was hot in the apartment, boiling, but it was nice compared to winter temperatures that had started to settle over seoul.
itâs a statement he deeply regretted after one too many bottles of soju. it was nothing he couldnât handle but the heat surely didnât help calm down the flush that had crept up his cheeks. he felt elated, a little lightheaded even, and it wasnât just because of the mixture of beer and soju. still, itâs only when he makes another quick trip to the bathroom that he realizes why. his shirt is completely drenched, little droplets of sweat rolling down the side of his head. right. the broken heater. it was solely a matter of overheating. a matter that required a rather simple fixâŚ
he pulls the shirt over his head, dropping it on the ground next to the sink before quickly splashing some water in his face. itâs cooling, but it comes with the unfortunate side effect of getting incredibly thirsty. though, itâs not water that he craves. no, he wants liquor. more liquor. does he feel the pair of eyes burning holes into his chest while he kneels back down next to the coffee table? of course he does but he pays them no attention, at least not before heâs found an unopened can of warm beer. at least not until he hears her mutter in agreement with hands slipping down to the hem of her own shirt.
âoh fuck!â he exclaims, yet a little chuckle escapes his lips. his gaze had shifted away from the table, unaware of the bottles tumbling and spilling down his lap. âdonât worry, itâs just a little accident. i donât have money for a dry cleaner, though. iâll just throw them away.â he can only giggle, incredibly amused by the entire situation even though the soju was slowly seeping through his pants and soaking his underwear. as a matter of fact, he seemed to be enjoying it a little too much, hands quickly gripping around teddyâs wrists and pushing them away as the bulge in his pants starts growing.
but if the boner wasnât already embarrassing enough, teddy was now also telling him to take his pants off. itâs confusing to say the least but his head spins too much to give it any thought, struggling as he jumps back to his feet and starts fiddling with the buttons of his pants. âlook, if youâre really that worried about my pants youâre going to have to help me take these offâŚâ he says with a little hiccup, âand before you say no, keep in mind that you ruined these in the first place.
  âyou canât throw them out! clothes are too expensive these days.â teddy whined. apparently her voice of reason only spoke when she was far past sober. it was very responsible-adult-human-like for her to worry about the cost of replacing something instead the problem itself. perhaps it was the frugal mindset of someone who had struggled to make ends meet for years, or maybe it was just a friend feeling bad for soaking her roommateâs pants in her awfully drunken state.Â
the situation itself wasnât awkward. if anything, tension between the two of them had risen considerably and it wasnât in a negative way. they were walking the finest line along roommate and roommate that you fool around with, yet it didnât seem that bad of an idea. sober teddy would have had a lot more confidence in this area, but then again sober teddy dealt mostly with attractive strangers, not friends.Â
the words that came from woobin as he stood up, caused teddy to choke on the soju she was downing. liquid spilled down the front of her chest, bra and shorts. still, she finished the bottle. something told her sheâd need liquid courage with the way things were going. finally, the werewolf set the now empty bottle on the coffee table and she then obliged, getting to her feet. âyouâre so dramatic.â teddy huffed while fingers reached out to loop under the waistband of his pants, pulling him towards her.Â
teddy was definitely a pro in getting peopleâs pants off, however she couldnât exactly execute it - especially drunk - in a platonic way. she could barely maintain eye contact given the sudden closeness, the undeniable hard on and lack of clothing on both parties. teddy looked down, concentrating on unbuttoning and unzipping with fumbling fingers. âyou should stop drinking. you canât even undress yourself.â her words came out as a mumble while she finally got his pants undone. it was somewhat obvious to the average sober person that she was filling the tense silence with words as a distraction.Â
it only took one pull downwards for the pants to finally come off. it was hard not to look.. but teddy couldnât stop herself from staring. âi feel terrible.â she didnât anymore. in fact, her lips threatened to turn up into a pleased grin.
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