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Acorn has absolutely no idea how he got here, with hickeys scattered across his body and a muscular arm wrapped around his waist and a massive hangover. But he'd like to emphasize the fact that he has absolutely no idea what is going on, so it was obviously not his fault, despite what his pounding headache seemed to say.
But he really didn't have a good explanation as to why he was in bed with a g- he pulled down the blanket covering the man's face, peering quickly at the sleeping face of-
His face blanched. His jaw dropped. His eyes bugged out. Cold sweat trickled down his bare back as he gaped at the slumbering face of Hyunwoo, who grumbled slightly before nuzzling into Acorn's waist, his eyebrows scrunched up faintly.
Oh dear God, he was fucking cooked.
Acorn stumbled slightly as he sat heavily on the stool, leaning drunkenly close to the angelic bartender in front of him, who cringed away slightly as he stuttered and fumbled his way into a one-way road to falling to his doom.
He was not getting that number, especially since she just finished his drink, slamming it gently (how does that work?) On the counter with a deadpan glare as she ruined his hopes and dreams of ever shooting his shot again.
"I have a girlfriend."
Kill him. Acorn sputtered an apology before running away like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs, swaying like the drunkard he is as he tripped over air and somehow dramatically landed on one of the football players who had just been dancing with the crowd, knocking him over. The man's grey eyes (Acorn sort of recalls pecking his face, murmuring sweet nothings about his beauty as he wrapped his arms around his cock, waxing poetic about his blush. He could have had better grades if he used this foreign vocabulary more often, he'd dully noted.)widened, a perpetual flush from the alcohol staining his cheeks, sweat dripping down his face as an unconscious gasp escaped his lips.
Fuck it.
Acorn smiled drunkenly, his mouth wobbly and his voice slurring.
Sue him for flirting with a guy who reminded him of the purple eyed, black haired beauty.
(On hindsight, he has no idea how he mixed that up. Maybe it was the vibe? Acorn spared a glance at the dark-haired man, who was murmuring something unintelligible, something about..Beetles?
He shook his head. It was definitely not the vibe.)
Everything after that seemed to have by passed in a blur and Acorn found himself pinning the man against a wall, clutching his hips tightly (he vaguely noticed that it would probably bruise) as he shoved his tongue against his, licking into his mouth, biting and spitting and humming just the way he seemed to like it as the taller man rutted into his thigh, clenching his light brown hair as Acorn swallowed up his moans eagerly.
Acorn moved his mouth downward, pressing kisses along his neck as he pressed his thigh more insistently against the hard-on straining through tight black jeans.
And suddenly he found himself with his tongue shoved up someone's arse, his fingers pressing against a spongy spot as he felt the man's walls clenching around him, a warm heat around his dick as he tightened his hands around a pair of defined bronze thighs bruised with hickies and a pair of handprints as the man shuddered violently, moaning around his cock.
Acorn's eyes rolled back as he felt pressure swirling in his stomach, tightening right before his hips jerked into his mouth and he saw white.
And Acorn could feel his dick twitching. What the fuck. Acorn grabbed his phone, turning it on before he stared at the clock on his phone for an indefinite amount of time before checking his notifications, which just consisted of Marty asking him where the hell he was before she shot off another text a few hours later telling him that she and Durian were leaving. He replied nervously, thinking up an excuse before informing her he'd left early to crash.
Pigs would fly before he'd tell anyone what happened.
He sent a quick text to his roommate, who was probably snogging his boyfriend before attempting to pull off Hyunwoo's arms, which didn't work because of course he had to go and shag (He really needed to stop with the Harry Potter fanfiction) one of the most popular guys in college, who was also the vice-captain of the football team, who was the younger brother of Hyuna, who owned the bar and was also somehow married to Luka, the most popular actor as of right now, and obviously he had to be strong as hell so he couldn't just pry him off.
So instead of waking up the poor guy, he decided to scroll on his phone until he woke up, which didn't seem like a bad idea at the time but Durian always did tell him she still had no idea how he managed to live this long.
He was inclined to agree. Distracted as he began to run his fingers through Hyunwoo's hair.
Was he still drunk?
And that is how he got his chin smashed by a dark pile of hair he was just running his fingers through as he watched another conspiracy video by this guy named cold_shouba on YouTube who seemed to come up with tons of weird yet often accurate theories, Acorn still wasn't sure if the red and white hair was natural or dyed.
"What was that for?" Acorn muttered, rubbing his chin as he glared at Hyunwoo, who attempted to sit up quickly, instead buckling as he rubbed at his lower back, the blanket sliding down and revealing some of his ass, his very plump ass, which was very.. marked up from what he could see. He may or may not have swallowed at the sight of that.
Hyunwoo turned around, staring at him for a few seconds as his poor pitifully singular braincell working overtime as he attempted to piece together what happened. The next few moments were kind of endearing.
Like how his face brightened for a moment as he realized what was going on before going blank before he blanched right before his face flushed the prettiest red he'd ever seen. He started to stutter, "I- you- we?! Wha-"
Acorn sat up, ignoring him as he stood up and stretched, wincing slightly at the pain in his back (Wait, what?) before sliding on his underwear and searching for his pants. He didn't really remember what he'd been wearing other than the fact it was a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
After he slipped on his jeans, he tossed Hyunwoo his clothes before comparing the shirts, the mesh shirt and crop top combination was not his but he wasn't sure because there were also two black baggy t-shirts that could belong to either of them.
After comparing and contrasting a bit, he tossed the other shirt(s) to Hyunwoo, who grabbed it while also still staring at Acorn, so Acorn stared back. And slowly remembered why Hyunwoo was blushing in the first place.
He really should get his memory checked.
And so, Acorn gaped back, staring at the bruised man in front of him, his legs crossed as his clothes laid in his lap, his tan face flushed with sweat beading on his forehead, hair mussed and sticking up in places as his mouth remained gaped.
Acorn stuttered out a moan as he tangled his fingers in short hair, feeling fingers pumping inside his ass as he thrust into a warm throat that gagged when he went too far, he squeezed the wooden post of the bed as his eyes snapped open, jerking into warm walls as he moaned and pushed himself through his climax, cumming in the man's mouth before the man removed himself from his dick, opening his mouth, his eyes clouded by lust and alcohol as he dived in agai-
Acorn felt his face burn as realization flooded him for the second time.
"I- you- we?! Wha-"
Hyunwoo had slowly drifted away from his dreams of discovering and naming a new species of beetle to drifting awake to fingers gently carding through his hair and the faint sound of a flat voice explaining some weird theory about this wrestler being All Might's secret love child that somehow made sense drifting in his ears. Hyunwoo had laid there for a few more seconds, drowsy and calm as he nuzzled into his sister's waist, which was oddly firmer than usual, (maybe she'd gotten more muscles?) before he heard someone who was most definitely not Hyuna grunting as they shifted slightly, which led to Hyunwoo's ear pressing against a certain member, you could say.
So obviously Hyunwoo jerked awake, his head slamming against a pale chin and roughly pushing the person whose chin belongs to before he scrambled up, or he attempted to. Seeing, or feeling in this case a sharp pain that hurts more than when his sister's husband pushed him and he landed his head in a rock, resulting in a concussion and a scar somewhere along the back of his head and a years-long grudge that has only slightly faded because of his newborn niece.
Anyway, not the point.
Hyunwoo ignored the stranger's muttering as he rubbed at his back, wincing slightly at all the odd sore spots along his bare back, which he didn't find that odd because his shirt tended to disappear when he went to sleep.
He then heard a surprisingly audible swallow and decided to twist his head in the direction of Acorn, AKA the most beautiful guy to ever exist and totally not his hallway crush.
But it wasn't his fault that he was speechless as he soaked in the sight in front of him, seeing as the man in front of him (Acorn. What the fuck.) was scattered with hickies and and had silky light brown hair and eyes the same shade as his hair and had pale skin that was blushing pink as he stared back at him and he was completely bare..
Hyunwoo glanced down at his own body, glanced up at his company's, and went back and forth a few times before he realized what was going on and oh- Hyuna would kill him, or Acorn, or oh god- Both of them.
Quite fortunately, Hyuna had gone out to for a work thing for a few months and dragged her husband and daughter with her, giving Hyunwoo much time to for the results of his.. rendezvous to fade away, along with the constant soreness in his ass.
It was still terribly awkward passing by Acorn in the hallway or in class, glancing quickly at him before darting away the second their eyes made contact. He still attempted to keep the avoidance low-key and not outright running away the second he saw him, not that loitering around until their gazes met before speedwalking away was any better. Apparently, Ivan thought so, too if his lingering stare every time he quite literally dashed away meant anything.