drunk!Vernon (1/1)

It was all Hoshi’s fault, again. Exhaling at the familiar scene, bottles around the kitchen, music blaring, she deposited herself on the couch. She crossed her arms to protect herself, anticipating the night ahead. Jun was next to her, and wordlessly offered her a bowl of shrimp chips. She didn’t hesitate, and took a handful. Chewing thoughtfully, she turned to her companion who was eating idly. “How long has he been like this?” Jun shrugged, and pulled a chocolate bar out of nowhere, cracking a piece for the both of them. “Not even an hour?” a loud “thump” reverberated through the hardwood, and he shot out a low, depreciating whistle. “Wow, I didn’t think he was that bad at b-boying.” A little louder, she said, “Can someone please explain to me why Vernon looks like a dying squid on the ground?” “Babe, it’s art.” he said from the floor, flailing his arms around like he was made of rubber. He then performed a surprisingly smooth knee float, before plopping himself on the couch, head in her lap. “Play with my hair.” Vernon cooed, his eyes glazed and cheeks red. She immediately threw him off, and he bounced right back, sitting up on all fours like a waiting puppy. His large, bright eyes looked at her expectantly, and he tilted his head to the side. Jun easily cut in, offering Vernon the bowl. “Chips?” he asked smoothly. Vernon grabbed the entire bowl. “Hell yes, I’m starving.” Muffling her laugh, she turned to Jun. “Where’s Hoshi?”He shrugged, twisting a chip between his fingers. “He went into the bathroom. And never came out. Maybe he’s asleep? Passed out in the toilet?”“If he passed out in the toilet, he’d be dead.” “Huh, true.” She pulled Vernon to his feet with all the strength she could muster. She felt him cling to her waist, mumbling things into her neck in both Korean and English. Wincing since he was practically putting all his weight on her, she turned to Jun. “It’s like, two in the morning. You should go sleep.” Jun mock-pouted. “And I was having so much fun watching the show.” Rolling her eyes playfully, she half-dragged Vernon down the hallway, trying to lead them into one of the bedrooms. The dorm was significantly lighter in people, so in fact that she could hear the sounds of their socks padding across the floor. “Babeee.” he whined in her ear. “I need to pee.”She turned around, looking up at her boyfriend. “Then go pee.” she replied bluntly.A dreamy smile took over Vernon’s face. “Okay.” He closed his eyes, and started to fiddle with the elastic of his sweatpants.Was he really that gone? She started to panic, and pushed him into the nearest bathroom. “God, are you trying to make a mess? I’ll be in the third room, you better go there!” Before slamming the bathroom door shut, she heard her boyfriend chipper, “Hi, Hoshi-hyung!”Vernon returned to his bed minutes later, where she was sitting in the middle of, legs crossed. He threw himself on top of her, and clung his limbs around her body. He practically collapsed on top of her, wrapping his limbs around her frame like a koala. “Hey babe.” he exhaled, breath hot against her cheek. “Vernon, I can’t breathe.” she grumbled, pushing him into a sitting position. She pressed a cold water bottle to his lips. “Drink.” she commanded. “Yes ma’am.” and she watched as the water practically dissolved down his throat, a few droplets rolling down his neck. He squeezed the air out of the bottle, and tried to throw it in the trash can by the door. He missed by a longshot and hit the window. “God, it’s so hot.” he complained, tugging off his shirt. “It’s a natural reaction to your body burning off the alcohol.” she tried to say as neutrally as possible, but she couldn’t help but grip lightly the sheets as she caught view of the dip of his waistline. She turned away, biting the inside of her cheek. “Better?” she asked, and looked to find his cheeks still flushed, but his expression notably more peaceful. “Yes.” he sighed contentedly, pulling the sheets on top of him. Opening a space for her, he gestured lazily to the spot by his arm. “C’mere.” he murmured lazily. After a second of contemplation (all that skin) she crawled into the nook, resting her head on his shoulder. It seemed like she was baking in a five-thousand degree oven, it was incredibly humid and uncomfortably sticky, but decided to bear it because Vernon seemed to be okay. He adjusted himself, placing his face in the crook of her shoulder. “Better?” she whispered, blowing air in the view of his oak bangs. “Almost.” he replied, just as feather-light. Placing a slow, soft kiss against her collarbone he said, “Just one more thing.” And he started to hum, the noise low and rumbly against her throat. She stopped the ministrations on his hair, realizing that he was singing to her. “So what I mean is, I want to know all of you.” it was slow and almost unreal, but feeling the vibrations in against her skin made it all the more genuine. “I’ll sing to you, you hoo, I’ll sing to you, you hoo.”  She rested her head more comfortably against his, and dropped a kiss on the crown of his head. In response, he wrapped his arms tighter, pulling them flush together. “Even if my lips are dry, I need to say this baby. I adore you, I adore you enough to get dizzy.” When he finished his impromptu serenade, she could practically feel the smile burning through her neck. “Is it just me,” he started smugly, “Or do I actually sound on key for once?”