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Spilt Drinks & Broken Tables

Jinwoo x Jinchul

3k words

Summary-ish:

Sober Jinchul: Calm, well mannered, keeps his thoughts to himself, dignified.

Drunk Jinchul: Giggly, swears, loose lipped, strips with no shame in sight.

[Please excuse my amateur ass]

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The fourth Jeju island raid was a success so a month later, the Hunters Guild organized a huge party, booking out multiple venues to celebrate the win and to honour the fallen hunters. Not to just morn but to live the life they fought for.

All the S-ranks and the hunters on the ships were directly invited and all the hunters who were on the mainland were welcomed to join as well if they wanted to. But as expected not everyone showed up for various reasons. Such as not liking crowds. Like Jinwoo. But unfortunately he was forced to come since he did contribute a great deal into the raid, saving many lives. Jinchul was also forced to show up by Gunhee.

Jinwoo entered the venue, colourful lights flashing in his eyes and music too loud for his sensitive ears causing him to flinch momentarily before they adjusted the best they could.

I want to go home…

He wore a tight black V neck shirt and a dark blue jean jacket with black jeans. He was told to dress like he was going to a nightclub. Hopefully this is suitable, it’s been years since he’s gone to anything like this. But he figured he shouldn’t wear a light shirt at the very least. Too many careless drunks around.

Looking around he saw people dancing clumsily and yelling in front of a stage where the DJ was propped up on. And there were two bars set up with normal lighting around them. All along the edges and near the bars, tables were set up away from the loud speakers making it just a little easier to hear. Most of those tables were full and then his eyes landed on a table with familiar faces.

“SUNG!” Yoonho’s boisterous voice rang out over the loud music effortlessly. Hand waving in the air from where he sat, trying to flag him down. Clearly already drunk. His other arm was slung around Jinchul’s shoulders, who was looking exhausted and awkward. Jinwoo’s eyes narrowed slightly at their point of contact but he took a deep breath trying to calm down before approaching the table.

Other than Yoonho and Jinchul, there was also Gunhee, Jongin, and Taegyu. It’s funny that despite Yoonho and Jongin always fighting, more often than not, they’re spotted together. Sexual tension galore. Jinwoo didn’t spot Haein anywhere and he didn’t blame her. She’ll throw up with the heavy stench of alcohol and sweat floating around in the air in addition to the hunters.

“Hey nice of you to finally show up. Come sit with us.” Taegyu said, patting the seat between him and Jinchul. It’s nice to know that he wasn’t smashed like Yoonho and Jongin who started arguing over something, Gunhee laughing at them. Just before Jinwoo sat down he grabbed Yoonho’s arm and lifted off of Jinchuls shoulders.

“You’re making him uncomfortable.” Jinwoo spoke darkly causing the orange haired man to flinch before apologizing. Jinwoo silently sat down, his anger dissipating the second he laid eyes on the grateful A-rank.

“Thanks.” Jinchul smiled and bowed his head slightly in thanks.

“It’s no problem.” This is when Jinwoo really looked at Jinchul. He wasn’t wearing his usual suit but instead nice casual clothes. Beige pants, white shirt and a navy blue flannel with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his strong forearms. He looks good. “Didn’t think you owned any other clothes besides suits and pyjamas.” Jinwoo teased as a beer was set in front of him by Gunhee, he nodded in thanks.

“Of course I do.” Jinchul stubbornly responded.

“Hmm, betting not a lot though.” Jinwoo leaned back smirking as he took a sip of his drink. Jinchul looked away without saying anything. Jinwoo nailed it.

“Perhaps.” Jinchul muttered loud enough for Jinwoo to hear over the music. Jinwoo chuckled then looked down to see Jinchul’s glass was still nearly full.

“Don’t like your drink?”

“No it’s fine, I’m just not good with alcohol.” Jinchul shook his head and struggled.

“Fair enough. I can’t actually get drunk myself.” Jinwoo looked at his own beer can and swished the liquid around. “I prefer something that’s sweeter if I’m just in it for the taste. I used to drink this brand if I wanted to get drunk. Cheap and hit me hard.” Jinwoo stood up, pushing his beer over to Yoonho who happily took it. “I’m gonna go get a different drink. Can I get you something nonalcoholic while I’m there?” Jinchul smiled and his body relaxed.

“I’ll have a water, thank you.” Jinwoo nodded then turned around to make his way towards the bar.

“Hey! Coulddd you please get me another bottle of rum!” Yoonho shouted, clearly already forgetting about Jinwoo’s threatening gaze earlier.

“Oh annndd another boottle of wine for me!” Jongin shouted a second later. It would seem the two men were having a drinking contest. Jinwoo waved his hand in acknowledgment as he walked away.

Shortly after he left, Jinwoo returned with his Lemon Drop Martini and Jinchuls water in hand. Igris beside him holding the two bottles. Turns out being the S-rank who killed the black ant boss gets you to the front of the line.

“Oh those shadow soldiers of yours are quite handy. No pun intended haha.” Gunhee laughed deeply, probably a bit drunk by now.

“Yeah they’re quite helpful.” Jinwoo placed Jinchuls water down in front of him with a smile before turning to the tall soldier. “Thanks Igris.” He bowed before disappearing into his king's shadow after putting the bottles on the table.

“So you can’t get drunk?” Jinchul continued their conversation from before.

“Yup. Not since reawakening.” Jinwoo sat down and took off the lemon slice on his glass and started eating it.

“Oh right. That black ant poisoned you but you got up after a few seconds. Must be shitty not being able to get drunk though.” Taegyu commented, nursing his cooler. Yeah Jinwoo can admit there’s times where he wished he could get wasted but being immune to poisons and curses is a fair trade off. Jinwoo shrugged and put the lemon skin on the table and licked his fingers.

Should’ve gotten a napkin.

Jinchul stared at those fingers and tongue popping in and out Jinwoo’s mouth. Taking a sip of his own water. Throat suddenly dry.

“I wish that was the case with me.” Jinchul said trying to distract himself.

“Haha oh come on, being a light weight isn’t all that bad. You don’t wrack up much of a bill.” Taegyu leaned forward so Jinchul could hear him better.

“Well it’s not just that-“ Jinchul cut himself off mid sentence when he looked back at Jinwoo. Taegyu followed his gaze and froze.

Jinwoo’s tongue glided along the rim of his drink. Licking up the sugar in long strokes that appeared to be in slow motion to Jinchul. Jinwoo’s eyes were downcast while looking at his drink, giving the illusion of his eyes being half lidded due to pleasure. And that’s not far from the truth if the way he’s carefully licking up every single speck of sugar said anything.

Yoonho’s nose twitched just as he pulled his mouth away from his drink. The purposely sniffed the air, following the sent trail to Jinchul. Then looked up at Jinwoo licking his glass. Yoonho’s sudden change of attention caused the other S-ranks to follow his gaze.

Jinwoo finished licking up the sugar and smacked his lips, licking them to make sure they’re clean and then noticed the chatter around him stopped. He looked up to see everyone staring at him.

“What..?” The deadly necromancer said innocently.

“That’s um an interesting way to have that drink.” Gunhee awkwardly answered. And that’s when Jinwoo flushed, realizing how weird and childish he must’ve looked.

“I-I just don’t like letting food go to waste is all!” Jinwoo panicked waving his free hand back and forth. In his flustered panic, he missed Jinchul blushing and biting his bottom lip. His imagination going wild.

“Oh right *hic* you were a Eeehh-rannk.” Jongin slurred out. Jinwoo internally thanked him for helping him out.

Yoonho looked at Jinchuls face and grinned widely as he pulled him close and cupped his ear, whispering into it.

“Ya know… unlike Cha, I can smell a wide range of scents that the human nose can’t easily pick up. That includes arousal.” Jinchuls eyes widened in horror and broke out in a cold sweat. “You’re horny for Sung, huh?

“W-well I, I just…” Jinchul stuttered attempting to prevent his cheeks from turning red.

“No need to be shy. How about you drink with us. And I’ll forget all about this. What do you say?” Yoonho knows this is underhanded and kinda shitty but he wants to see what the upright man is like drunk. Curiosity killed the cat as they say. Yoonho pulled away grinning, leaning on the one arm resting on the plastic table. Still blushing, Jinchul sighed, resigning himself to his fate.

“Fine.”

“Haha! Hell yeah! Our Chief here’s gonna drink!” Yoonho yelled out raising his rum bottle, surprising the others, especially Gunhee since he’s always refused to drink with him. But Jinwoo just looked at Jinchul concerned

“Hey are you ok with this?” Jinwoo leaned over to Jinchul to keep his words private.

“Yes. I might as well have some drinks while I’m here.” Jinwoo didn’t buy his excuse but decided not to push further. He couldn’t quite make out what Yoonho was saying, not with all the other loud sounds around him. All he caught was Cha, smell, Sung and drink. Not really enough to go off of. But Jinwoo is already plotting ways to scare Yoonho without causing problems for Jinchul because it was obvious he was coerced into drinking.

Taegyu went to get a couple of coolers for Jinchul and as they were drinking Dongwook came by with his vice guild master and joined their little group. Laughing happily and smacking Jinwoo’s back calling him the VIP. Despite how loud the huge man is, Jinwoo can’t bring himself to dislike him. He’s very honest, straightforward and humble.

Three drinks and a shot later Jinchul was face down on the table. Completely smashed. Jinwoo finished his Martini a little while ago and was watching the shit show with a grimace.

“Haha oh wow *hic* thaa it!?” Yoonho and Jongin were about to crash too since they already drank two bottles of wine and rum. Working on their third. Well Yoonho is. Jongin is resting his forehead against his clasped hands on the table. Looking a little green. Jinchul lifted himself up, still leaning over the table and giving the orange haired man a glare, then sat up fully and leaned back in his chair.

“You’re so meannn…” Jinchul pouted and smacked Yoonho’s shoulder, letting a bit of his top tier A-rank strength come through causing the Guild Master to fall on the table laughing as a cracking sound echoed ominously from the plastic. Jinchuls flannel shirt was already taken off and hung on the back of his chair. Giving Jinwoo a good view of the Chiefs muscular arms.

“Haha sometimes I forget how strong you are, Chief Woo! Come spar with me sometime!” Dongwook yelled, laughing at Yoonho’s squished face on the table before he sat up again.

“Haha mayybee when I hav’ less fucking bullshit tu’ deal with at work.” Jinchul slurred as he waved his hand in dismissal with flushed cheeks and a smile. Everyone at the table went silent. They never heard Jinchul swear before and suddenly he said two. Then Yoonho started laughing again.

“Oi Jongin! You’reee done!?” The red head answered Yoonho with the middle finger, head collapsed in his folded arms on the table. Jinchul started giggling at the two until Yoonho moved his arms just a little too far towards Jinchul on the table, knocking down a full glass of rum Yoonho filled, directly on Jinchul. “Oh shit!”

Jinchul yelped at the sudden shock of cold liquid hitting his stomach but still managed to catch the glass before it hit the ground.

“Ah my bad...” Yoonho regretfully said grabbing the glass from the other.

“Ugh. Damn it.” He looked down at his white shirt, now with a brown transparent stain on it. The third swear didn’t make it any less of a shock.

“I’ll go get some napkins-“ Jinwoo started to get out of his chair before Jinchul raised his hand.

“No it’s finnee. I’ll just take it off.”

What?

Jinchul staggered to his feet then grabbed the bottom of his shirt and started lifting it up, revealing his hard abs, shinny from the alcohol. It took a second for Jinwoo’s mind to catch up but it rebooted just in time to lunge forward and grab the fabric trying to keep it down. A deep blush covering his face.

“W-wait wait wait! Woo Jinchul-ssi ! No!” Jinwoo frantically yelled, grabbing the shirt that Jinchul kept pulling on.

“Nooo it’s wet! It feels grooosseee!” Jinchul whined, fighting Jinwoo until a loud ripping sound rang in their ears and Jinchul’s hands went flying upwards, elbow smacking Jinwoo in the jaw as the ruined fabric went over his head while Jinwoo held the bottom of the shirt around Jinchul’s now exposed torso. Everyone was looking at them either cringing over the hit Jinwoo just took or laughing at the whole ordeal. Jinchul lost his balance from the sudden motion, falling over before Jinwoo caught him like in a dance position with Jinwoo supporting all of Jinchul’s upper body weight as the drunk man just leaned back. Not making any effort to hold himself up.

Jinwoo could hold Jinchul like this all day and never get tired but his mind was in flustered shambles making him feel dizzy like he was the one drunk. Face completely red.

“Oh hey.” Jinchul wrapped his arms around Jinwoo’s neck and looked into Jinwoo’s eyes with a dopey smile causing Jinwoo’s heart to go into overdrive.

HE’S SO CLOSE! Jinwoo’s inner voice screamed in full panic mode. The feeling of warm skin and strong muscles registered under his hands, reminding Jinwoo that he’s touching Jinchuls naked torso. That’s he’s touching his crushes naked torso. He can hear Yoonho and Dongwook cat calling them but his mind was too jumbled up to really focus on anyone but the man in his arms.

“H-here stand up Woo Jinchul-ssi you’re still leaning over-“

“Jus’ call me Jinchul.”

“O-oh ok… Jinchul,” the drunk man giggled, loving the sound of his name on the other’s lips. “Umm you need to stand up now.”

“O-k-e-y!” Jinchul finally supported his own weight. Mostly. He leaned against Jinwoo to steady himself. Yoonho’s munching on chips while watching them like they’re a comedy show and Gunhee was covering his mouth trying and failing not to laugh.

“Didn’t realize that the Chief was this fit under his suit. I’m a little jealous.” Taegyu chuckled, nursing his fifth drink. A bit drunk. Meanwhile Dongwooks vice guild master, Eun-ae, was blushing just as badly as Jinwoo and fidgeting in her seat. Jinchul really did have a nice body. You would never guess he spends most of his time sitting behind a desk. A full six pack of compact muscles, sharp V line and well built pectorals. And of course his toned arms with long veins popping out of them but not enough of them to look gross.

“You’re so hot, Jinwoo.” Jinchul said while staring at Jinwoo with hazy eyes, his face getting closer to the others but never actually making a move to touch him. Only close enough to see the other’s whole face without obscuring his vision.

“I uh thanks…” Jinwoo thinks his face is literally on fire. Did Jongin light me up or something? And he only said my given name! I love it.

“You were alssso so *hic* cute when we f-first met. Whereee did the cuteee shortyy gooo!” Jinchul whined and pinched Jinwoo’s cheek with his free hand, stretching the flesh a bit.

He liked how I looked back then too? He didn’t think I looked like a pathetic wet cat?

“But you’ree so hot now. I like it too.” Jinchuls head lolled to the side, still keeping eye contact with Jinwoo’s wide eyes. “You-hic-‘re so protectttive and kind… love that about youuu…oh.” In the middle of his drunken confessions he noticed his pants also had some wet spots from the alcohol. Painfully obvious against the light beige colour. Jinwoo snapped out of his thoughts when Jinchul moved his hands from Jinwoo to reach for his button.

“NO!” Jinwoo quickly grabbed Jinchul’s wrists, —learning from his previous mistake when he grabbed the fabric— halting them from moving. Yoonho and Dongwook are crying from laughing so hard. Dongwook nearly falling out of his chair.

“But they’re wetttt!” Jinchul kept struggling against the iron grip, making himself even more off balance than he already was, fully leaning against Jinwoo’s chest now.

“You’ve stripped enough!” Jinwoo raised both of their hands above Jinchul’s head and held them there but it didn’t stop the strawberry blonde man from struggling and Jinwoo was trying his best not to accidentally hurt Jinchul while still panicking himself. Pivoting in circles. Then Jinchul’s crotch accidentally rubbed against Jinwoo's, causing the necromancer to blank just as Jinchul tugged himself backwards falling over, pulling Jinwoo with him. Everyone quickly grabbed whatever drinks they could and Gunhee grabbed Jongin’s shirt collar to keep him upright just before the two crashed into the table, breaking it with a loud bang. Startling Jongin awake and frantically looked at his surroundings to find Jinchul and Jinwoo down on the ground on top of broken plastic.

Jinchul laid on his back with his wrists pinned above his head by Jinwoo hovering above him. They stared at each other shocked, breathing heavily.

Everyone close around them noticed their struggle and loud and dramatic fall, not just their little group. The music still boomed in their ears and bright lights flashes around and on them. But to the two, all that was toned out for a few moments before it came rushing back in and crashing against Jinwoo like strong sea waves.

“Hahaha! You two smell like you wanna fuck!” Yoonho’s laughing so hard tears started to fall down his cheeks as he pointed at the two. The man yelled loud enough to easily carry over the music. Announcing their predicament to the whole venue.

I can’t do this anymore! “Exchange.” Jinwoo said and suddenly they were both engulfed by the shadows and were replaced with an armoured soldier laying on the broken table looking back and forth trying to make sense of the situation before it fell back into the shadows. Leaving behind chunks of plastic, a torn shirt and a flannel hanging off a knocked over chair. And multiple S-ranks dying of laughter.

The next morning Jinchul woke up in his bed, head ready to explode. Groaning Jinchul looked to his night stand to see the time on his digital clock. 10am. Much later than he normally sleeps in and then he notices a bottle of Tylenol and a glass of water. Jinchul went to sit up but found his legs were tangled and his hand glided against something hard and warm. Turning his head in confusion all his grogginess was smacked out of him at the sight. Jinwoo was laying next to him shirtless and fast asleep.

“Ahh!” Jinchul yelled, stumbling backwards and nearly throwing himself out of the bed, waking Jinwoo up in the process.

“Ugh… well good morning to you too…” Jinwoo mumbled out yawning before sitting up, the blankets falling down his body to show the top of his boxers. Jinchul lifted up his side of the blankets to see if he was wearing underwear at least. Nope. He was greeted by his soft dick. Then a wave of horror wash over him.

“I umm I didn’t force myself on you did I..?” Jinwoo shook his head and scratched it, making his messy hair even worse.

“Nah no one can physically force me to do anything I don’t want to do.” Jinchul sighed in relief but then another fear creeped up his spine. Did Jinwoo force himself on Jinchul…? No. There’s no way he would do that. Jinwoo looked up at Jinchuls panicked face. “And I didn’t force myself on you either. You’re naked thanks to your own drunk ass self.” Jinwoo pointed an accusing finger at the blushing man whose hair was messier than he’s ever seen.

“And you’re umm… undressed because?” Jinchul couldn’t bring himself to be anymore direct than that.

“You puked on me…” Jinchul grimaced and quietly apologized. “Do you seriously not remember anything?” Jinwoo turned fully towards Jinchul, looking a little disappointed but Jinchul didn’t know why. He thought about it while staring the S-rank in front of him. Then all the memories from the night before started flowing in causing him to turn redder and redder the more he remembered. What he said at the party, him stripping and then them falling on the table. And of course the memories of what he did when Jinwoo brought him home. Puking on the two of them, Jinchul throwing off all of his own clothes, Jinwoo trying to clean them with a wet cloth, then ultimately pulling Jinwoo into bed with him and wrapping his naked body around the red faced necromancer.

Jinchul suddenly bowed his head to the bed the best he could without uncovering himself. “I’m so sorry for all the trouble I caused you. I understand if you wouldn’t want to see me again. I acted shamefully.”

“Whoa nono don’t worry about it! Please get up! I would never want to not see you, I really like being with you.” Then Jinchul was reminded of his earlier words that no one could physically force Jinwoo. But he still let himself be pulled into bed with him. Jinchul listened and sat back up but refused to look at the S-rank.

“Hey umm.” Jinwoo spoke and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Just for the record I think you’re hot too… and beautiful…” Jinchuls mind blanked.

Huh?

“Huh?”

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Ok I’m done 👍🏻✨

Jinchul is a light weight just like me :D except I don’t puke or get hangovers… or strip. But I definitely become a happy airhead.

AO3

#solo leveling #sung jinwoo #solo leveling sung jin woo #woo jinchul #chulwoo #solo leveling woo jinchul #woochul #solo leveling fanfic #this is why Jinchul doesn’t drink #Yoonho brings chaos #amateur writer #I tried #I have a soft spot for Dongwook

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