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drunk nights | hwang hyunjin

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ cw: alcohol, suggestive, drunken angst, lowk toxic reader .𖥔 ݁ ˖ a/n: don’t get me wrong but hyunjin and red is SUCH a combo like you got me giggling and shittt anyways, hope you enjoy !!

you can’t deny it. no matter how much you try to.

you still miss him. every time you saw something that excited you, your head whipped around to look for him. why wouldn’t he set you free? why did every thought, sooner or later, lead you to him?

seoul had never seemed so cramped. sightings of him were everywhere on your social media feed. living in constant fear of having to encounter him sooner or later, you had decided today’s evening would be spent in your apartment.

the dim light over your head set a sombre atmosphere in your otherwise cheerful apartment. the dull voices of the drama you were supposed to be watching was supposed to help with it. but of course, it didn’t. just sounded like white noise. hana was supposed to be here. but she probably was running late. you emptily gazed into the television, eyes finding no refuge in the two leads sharing a gaze. honestly, it was so fake. it wasn’t like that with him.

with him, it had felt like there was an anchor to the ground. like the earth finally had something to offer you. like there was something to live for. each glance felt like a beginning of a romance. like a candle being lit. even when you were with him, you immediately would turn away if he caught you staring, cheeks red. not like whatever this was,

but now, you felt so alone. the days had just been floating by. no anchor. no nothing. nothing to live for.

popping open the champagne bottle, you carefully poured some into a glass. it was a tuesday. or a thursday? did it even matter? the bubbles fizzed up like they had something to celebrate. you, however, didn’t. you took a sip anyway, letting it sting a little going down. maybe it’d feel like something.

god, why did the apartment feel so loud when it was this quiet? the stupid drama was still playing. the leads were doing that slow-motion eye contact thing that was supposed to be romantic. you rolled your eyes and slumped further into the couch.

“fake,” you muttered under your breath. “so fake.”

not like it was with him. fuck. there he was again. rent-free. always showing up when you weren’t asking. like muscle memory. when you saw something funny, your first instinct would be to send it to him. when you passed that fried chicken place, you still thought of how he’d always steal my drumsticks.

ugh. this was so annoying. you pressed your fingers to your temple like that would physically force him out of your brain.

you took another sip. a bigger one this time. no, you know what? fine. if he’s going to haunt you anyway, might as well make it official.

you grabbed your phone, thumb hovering over his name in your contacts.

don’t.

no, do. screw it. you were tired of being the only one haunted.

y/n [11:47pm]: come over.

you stared at the message. bold. or stupid. maybe both.

the second it sent, you slammed the phone face down on the couch.

oh my god what did i just do.

what if he says no? what if he says yes?

you drained the rest of your glass. either way, you weren’t going to be sober when he got here.

ding dong.

fuck. i think he’s here. breathing into your palm, you checked your breath. god, you smelled. smelt of alcohol. smelt like everything he left behind. you know what, he doesn’t deserve me caring.

click.

he looks different. in the red leather jacket. (inhale) the one you had gifted him.

“i thought…”

“come in.”

you could feel his tall presence looming over my shoulder. uncertain, you gathered. hmph. he didn’t have a right to be.

“sit.”

and so he did. and you sat beside him.

“y/n, w-”

“do you KNOW what an asshole you are?”

“...what?”

wringing your hands, you exclaim “why THE FUCK are you everywhere? like, i get you’re an idol, but WHY THE FUCK everywhere huh? you’re fucking pissing me off. do you get that? can’t you leave me alone?”

“y/n”

“and don’t get me started on your things. why don’t you pick them up, huh? leave them here so that i can stare at them and miss you, huh? i see through everything mister.”

“y/n-”

“WHAT?”

“why are you doing this? you said we wouldn’t work out. so i listened, i gave you space. i- i didn’t bother you. but now, what’s this for? it’s unfair”

my dear, this is it, i have got to go.

three counts.

one.

two.

three.

“maybe i miss you, hyune”

“what?”

“what the fuck, y/n. you broke my heart two months ago, and i- i’ve been trying to put together the pieces. and i’ve finally got it. i was going to-”

“please, hyun. i think… i think we can do this again. let’s try one more time”

“y/n, i get you’re not sober right now. and i think you’re going to regret this.”

baby it’s falling.

you cupped his face in your hands, thumbs grazing over his cheekbone. immediately, you felt his face melting into your hands, his large eyes following your every move, eventually settling into your eyes.

“please”

your lips slowly met his, seeking comfort, shelter. but you didn’t expect him to return it so fiercely. this wasn’t rough, no. this was your hyunjin. the one that still loved you, somewhere down there in his heart.

he kissed you like it was muscle memory. like nothing had changed, like no time had passed. like his heart hadn't been shattered, piece by piece, in your absence. but it had. and so had yours.

your fingers curled in the soft strands of his hair, and he let you. he always let you.

“don’t,” he breathed against your lips, forehead resting against yours now. “don’t come back just to leave again.”

“i’m not leaving,” you whispered. “not this time.” hyunjin’s eyes fluttered shut, and for a second you saw it—the hesitation. the quiet storm behind his lashes. but then he opened them again, and it was gone.

he pulled you in, arms around your waist, like he didn’t trust his voice anymore. like if he spoke, he might break. you held him just as tightly.

neither of you moved. the room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside, and the frantic thud of your heart against his. you didn’t need to say it—that you missed him every day. that it hurt to see him in your dreams more than in real life. that this wasn’t just about tonight.

and when he finally spoke, it was barely a whisper.

“then stay.”

you kissed him again—a little deeper this time, hands wandering, not searching for anything in particular. just needing to be closer.

“y/n,” he murmured, gently breaking the kiss. your lips lingered near his, like they were waiting for him to change his mind.

your hands slid down his chest. you didn’t say anything—you just looked at him with this soft, pleading kind of desperation.

“please,” you breathed. and it wasn’t just about sex. it was everything—every fight, every lonely night, every version of ‘i miss you’ you never got to say out loud.

he took your hands in his, stilling them.

“don’t,” he said softly. “not like this.”

your brows pulled together, just slightly.

“i want to. i want you.”

he shook his head, forehead resting against yours again, like he couldn’t bear to be farther away, even if he was saying no.

“i know,” he whispered. “but you’re not sober. and i… i need to know it’s real. that you’ll still want me tomorrow.”

you swallowed hard. the weight of his words settled in your chest like an anchor.

he wasn’t angry. he wasn’t cold. he was just… steady. kind.

like always.

your eyes burned, but you blinked fast, refusing to let the tears fall.

“okay,” you whispered. and he kissed your temple.

“just sleep,” he said, pulling you into him. “just stay.”

you curled into his warmth, his heartbeat thudding quietly under your ear. and for the first time in months, it felt like home.

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havennz · 3 days ago

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drunk nights | hwang hyunjin

you can’t deny it. no matter how much you try to.

you still miss him. every time you saw something that excited you, your head whipped around to look for him. why wouldn’t he set you free? why did every thought, sooner or later, lead you to him?

but now, you felt so alone. the days had just been floating by. no anchor. no nothing. nothing to live for.

“fake,” you muttered under your breath. “so fake.”

ugh. this was so annoying. you pressed your fingers to your temple like that would physically force him out of your brain.

you took another sip. a bigger one this time. no, you know what? fine. if he’s going to haunt you anyway, might as well make it official.

you grabbed your phone, thumb hovering over his name in your contacts.

don’t.

no, do. screw it. you were tired of being the only one haunted.

y/n [11:47pm]: come over.

you stared at the message. bold. or stupid. maybe both.

the second it sent, you slammed the phone face down on the couch.

oh my god what did i just do.

what if he says no? what if he says yes?

you drained the rest of your glass. either way, you weren’t going to be sober when he got here.

ding dong.

fuck. i think he’s here. breathing into your palm, you checked your breath. god, you smelled. smelt of alcohol. smelt like everything he left behind. you know what, he doesn’t deserve me caring.

click.

he looks different. in the red leather jacket. (inhale) the one you had gifted him.

“i thought…”

“come in.”

you could feel his tall presence looming over my shoulder. uncertain, you gathered. hmph. he didn’t have a right to be.

“sit.”

and so he did. and you sat beside him.

“y/n, w-”

“do you KNOW what an asshole you are?”

“...what?”

“y/n”

“and don’t get me started on your things. why don’t you pick them up, huh? leave them here so that i can stare at them and miss you, huh? i see through everything mister.”

“y/n-”

“WHAT?”

“why are you doing this? you said we wouldn’t work out. so i listened, i gave you space. i- i didn’t bother you. but now, what’s this for? it’s unfair”

my dear, this is it, i have got to go.

three counts.

one.

two.

three.

“maybe i miss you, hyune”

“what?”

“what the fuck, y/n. you broke my heart two months ago, and i- i’ve been trying to put together the pieces. and i’ve finally got it. i was going to-”

“please, hyun. i think… i think we can do this again. let’s try one more time”

“y/n, i get you’re not sober right now. and i think you’re going to regret this.”

baby it’s falling.

“please”

he kissed you like it was muscle memory. like nothing had changed, like no time had passed. like his heart hadn't been shattered, piece by piece, in your absence. but it had. and so had yours.

your fingers curled in the soft strands of his hair, and he let you. he always let you.

“don’t,” he breathed against your lips, forehead resting against yours now. “don’t come back just to leave again.”

he pulled you in, arms around your waist, like he didn’t trust his voice anymore. like if he spoke, he might break. you held him just as tightly.

and when he finally spoke, it was barely a whisper.

“then stay.”

you kissed him again—a little deeper this time, hands wandering, not searching for anything in particular. just needing to be closer.

“y/n,” he murmured, gently breaking the kiss. your lips lingered near his, like they were waiting for him to change his mind.

your hands slid down his chest. you didn’t say anything—you just looked at him with this soft, pleading kind of desperation.

“please,” you breathed. and it wasn’t just about sex. it was everything—every fight, every lonely night, every version of ‘i miss you’ you never got to say out loud.

he took your hands in his, stilling them.

“don’t,” he said softly. “not like this.”

your brows pulled together, just slightly.

“i want to. i want you.”

he shook his head, forehead resting against yours again, like he couldn’t bear to be farther away, even if he was saying no.

“i know,” he whispered. “but you’re not sober. and i… i need to know it’s real. that you’ll still want me tomorrow.”

you swallowed hard. the weight of his words settled in your chest like an anchor.

he wasn’t angry. he wasn’t cold. he was just… steady. kind.

like always.

your eyes burned, but you blinked fast, refusing to let the tears fall.

“okay,” you whispered. and he kissed your temple.

“just sleep,” he said, pulling you into him. “just stay.”

you curled into his warmth, his heartbeat thudding quietly under your ear. and for the first time in months, it felt like home.

non-existent taglist !! -> @vampzity

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havennz · 4 days ago

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drunk nights | hwang hyunjin

you can’t deny it. no matter how much you try to.

you still miss him. every time you saw something that excited you, your head whipped around to look for him. why wouldn’t he set you free? why did every thought, sooner or later, lead you to him?

but now, you felt so alone. the days had just been floating by. no anchor. no nothing. nothing to live for.

“fake,” you muttered under your breath. “so fake.”

ugh. this was so annoying. you pressed your fingers to your temple like that would physically force him out of your brain.

you took another sip. a bigger one this time. no, you know what? fine. if he’s going to haunt you anyway, might as well make it official.

you grabbed your phone, thumb hovering over his name in your contacts.

don’t.

no, do. screw it. you were tired of being the only one haunted.

y/n [11:47pm]: come over.

you stared at the message. bold. or stupid. maybe both.

the second it sent, you slammed the phone face down on the couch.

oh my god what did i just do.

what if he says no? what if he says yes?

you drained the rest of your glass. either way, you weren’t going to be sober when he got here.

ding dong.

fuck. i think he’s here. breathing into your palm, you checked your breath. god, you smelled. smelt of alcohol. smelt like everything he left behind. you know what, he doesn’t deserve me caring.

click.

he looks different. in the red leather jacket. (inhale) the one you had gifted him.

“i thought…”

“come in.”

you could feel his tall presence looming over my shoulder. uncertain, you gathered. hmph. he didn’t have a right to be.

“sit.”

and so he did. and you sat beside him.

“y/n, w-”

“do you KNOW what an asshole you are?”

“...what?”

“y/n”

“and don’t get me started on your things. why don’t you pick them up, huh? leave them here so that i can stare at them and miss you, huh? i see through everything mister.”

“y/n-”

“WHAT?”

“why are you doing this? you said we wouldn’t work out. so i listened, i gave you space. i- i didn’t bother you. but now, what’s this for? it’s unfair”

my dear, this is it, i have got to go.

three counts.

one.

two.

three.

“maybe i miss you, hyune”

“what?”

“what the fuck, y/n. you broke my heart two months ago, and i- i’ve been trying to put together the pieces. and i’ve finally got it. i was going to-”

“please, hyun. i think… i think we can do this again. let’s try one more time”

“y/n, i get you’re not sober right now. and i think you’re going to regret this.”

baby it’s falling.

“please”

he kissed you like it was muscle memory. like nothing had changed, like no time had passed. like his heart hadn't been shattered, piece by piece, in your absence. but it had. and so had yours.

your fingers curled in the soft strands of his hair, and he let you. he always let you.

“don’t,” he breathed against your lips, forehead resting against yours now. “don’t come back just to leave again.”

he pulled you in, arms around your waist, like he didn’t trust his voice anymore. like if he spoke, he might break. you held him just as tightly.

and when he finally spoke, it was barely a whisper.

“then stay.”

you kissed him again—a little deeper this time, hands wandering, not searching for anything in particular. just needing to be closer.

“y/n,” he murmured, gently breaking the kiss. your lips lingered near his, like they were waiting for him to change his mind.

your hands slid down his chest. you didn’t say anything—you just looked at him with this soft, pleading kind of desperation.

“please,” you breathed. and it wasn’t just about sex. it was everything—every fight, every lonely night, every version of ‘i miss you’ you never got to say out loud.

he took your hands in his, stilling them.

“don’t,” he said softly. “not like this.”

your brows pulled together, just slightly.

“i want to. i want you.”

he shook his head, forehead resting against yours again, like he couldn’t bear to be farther away, even if he was saying no.

“i know,” he whispered. “but you’re not sober. and i… i need to know it’s real. that you’ll still want me tomorrow.”

you swallowed hard. the weight of his words settled in your chest like an anchor.

he wasn’t angry. he wasn’t cold. he was just… steady. kind.

like always.

your eyes burned, but you blinked fast, refusing to let the tears fall.

“okay,” you whispered. and he kissed your temple.

“just sleep,” he said, pulling you into him. “just stay.”

you curled into his warmth, his heartbeat thudding quietly under your ear. and for the first time in months, it felt like home.

non-existent taglist !! -> @vampzity

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havennz · 4 days ago

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drunk nights | hwang hyunjin

you can’t deny it. no matter how much you try to.

you still miss him. every time you saw something that excited you, your head whipped around to look for him. why wouldn’t he set you free? why did every thought, sooner or later, lead you to him?

but now, you felt so alone. the days had just been floating by. no anchor. no nothing. nothing to live for.

“fake,” you muttered under your breath. “so fake.”

ugh. this was so annoying. you pressed your fingers to your temple like that would physically force him out of your brain.

you took another sip. a bigger one this time. no, you know what? fine. if he’s going to haunt you anyway, might as well make it official.

you grabbed your phone, thumb hovering over his name in your contacts.

don’t.

no, do. screw it. you were tired of being the only one haunted.

y/n [11:47pm]: come over.

you stared at the message. bold. or stupid. maybe both.

the second it sent, you slammed the phone face down on the couch.

oh my god what did i just do.

what if he says no? what if he says yes?

you drained the rest of your glass. either way, you weren’t going to be sober when he got here.

ding dong.

fuck. i think he’s here. breathing into your palm, you checked your breath. god, you smelled. smelt of alcohol. smelt like everything he left behind. you know what, he doesn’t deserve me caring.

click.

he looks different. in the red leather jacket. (inhale) the one you had gifted him.

“i thought…”

“come in.”

you could feel his tall presence looming over my shoulder. uncertain, you gathered. hmph. he didn’t have a right to be.

“sit.”

and so he did. and you sat beside him.

“y/n, w-”

“do you KNOW what an asshole you are?”

“...what?”

“y/n”

“and don’t get me started on your things. why don’t you pick them up, huh? leave them here so that i can stare at them and miss you, huh? i see through everything mister.”

“y/n-”

“WHAT?”

“why are you doing this? you said we wouldn’t work out. so i listened, i gave you space. i- i didn’t bother you. but now, what’s this for? it’s unfair”

my dear, this is it, i have got to go.

three counts.

one.

two.

three.

“maybe i miss you, hyune”

“what?”

“what the fuck, y/n. you broke my heart two months ago, and i- i’ve been trying to put together the pieces. and i’ve finally got it. i was going to-”

“please, hyun. i think… i think we can do this again. let’s try one more time”

“y/n, i get you’re not sober right now. and i think you’re going to regret this.”

baby it’s falling.

“please”

he kissed you like it was muscle memory. like nothing had changed, like no time had passed. like his heart hadn't been shattered, piece by piece, in your absence. but it had. and so had yours.

your fingers curled in the soft strands of his hair, and he let you. he always let you.

“don’t,” he breathed against your lips, forehead resting against yours now. “don’t come back just to leave again.”

he pulled you in, arms around your waist, like he didn’t trust his voice anymore. like if he spoke, he might break. you held him just as tightly.

and when he finally spoke, it was barely a whisper.

“then stay.”

you kissed him again—a little deeper this time, hands wandering, not searching for anything in particular. just needing to be closer.

“y/n,” he murmured, gently breaking the kiss. your lips lingered near his, like they were waiting for him to change his mind.

your hands slid down his chest. you didn’t say anything—you just looked at him with this soft, pleading kind of desperation.

“please,” you breathed. and it wasn’t just about sex. it was everything—every fight, every lonely night, every version of ‘i miss you’ you never got to say out loud.

he took your hands in his, stilling them.

“don’t,” he said softly. “not like this.”

your brows pulled together, just slightly.

“i want to. i want you.”

he shook his head, forehead resting against yours again, like he couldn’t bear to be farther away, even if he was saying no.

“i know,” he whispered. “but you’re not sober. and i… i need to know it’s real. that you’ll still want me tomorrow.”

you swallowed hard. the weight of his words settled in your chest like an anchor.

he wasn’t angry. he wasn’t cold. he was just… steady. kind.

like always.

your eyes burned, but you blinked fast, refusing to let the tears fall.

“okay,” you whispered. and he kissed your temple.

“just sleep,” he said, pulling you into him. “just stay.”

you curled into his warmth, his heartbeat thudding quietly under your ear. and for the first time in months, it felt like home.

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