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Just one empty glass later and Soonyoung was already complaining about needing to go to the toilet. “Who wants to take Jihoonie?” He called out to the table.
“Me!” Mingyu and Dokyeom called out at the same time and began a vicious stare-off.
Jeonghan intervened. “Guys, guys, guys, let’s be fair and do a game to pick whose turn is next.”
Seungcheol nodded along and solemnly stated, “Good idea, Hannie. S. Coups game!” He immediately segued into the game, everybody shouting along in time.
When it came to Jihoon’s turn he was surprised that they skipped him and moved straight on to Joshua. “Don’t I get to play too?” He whined. “If I win, can’t I just sit by myself?”
The others laughed and looked at him with pity. “Absolutely not!” Hansol heckled.
“Hyung, no way are we letting you just sit by yourself. You signed up for this bet!” Mingyu added, without sympathy.
“Shut up Mingyu-ya! You’re already out!” Dokyeom teased, grinning ear to ear.
It didn’t take long for the game to end, as the group had drunk enough alcohol to lose their ability to hold themselves back from laughing at anything and everything, save for Jihoon who was drinking water, but had probably sustained permanent hearing damage from hearing everybody shout from up close. He was unceremoniously dumped in Wonwoo, the victor’s lap when Soonyoung ran to use the bathroom.
Wonwoo pulled Jihoon by the waist to sit leaning back against his chest, which Jihoon found was actually very comfortable, although he felt bad for Wonwoo. “I’m heavy, right? I’m sorry.” He turned his head to say to his human chair.
Wonwoo snorted in response and brought Jihoon even closer, so the taller could rest his head on his shoulder. “Not at all.”
Wonwoo was a much better chair than Soonyoung, because Soonyoung wriggled around all the time. Jihoon found himself enjoying the peace and quiet of Wonwoo’s warm and muscular arms. They watched and laughed along together as the drunker members made fools of themselves while playing drinking games.
Jihoon hadn’t noticed that his muscles had relaxed involuntarily when Wonwoo spoke deeply into his ear. “Do you really not mind this?”
Jihoon wouldn’t have been heard over the many other laughing voices anyway, so he just nodded against his cozy pillow that was Wonwoo’s broad shoulder.
“Hey! Wonwoo-hyung, don’t get distracted cuddling Jihoon-hyung! You still need to drink for the game!” Mingyu’s loud and pouting voice burst their little bubble of tranquillity.
“You’re just jealous because you didn’t win the game.” Seungkwan shot back.
Mingyu ignored him and continued. “And! Wonwoo-hyung needs to drink three times, because Hansollie’s rule was that everyone older than him needs to drink whenever he does, and it’s been what, three times now, right?”
“Four.” Hansol answered, placing a full cup into Wonwoo’s right hand. “Drink up, hyung.” He smiled and ruffled Jihoon’s hair before leaning away.
“Hansollie,” Jihoon called out and grabbed his hand, “pour me one. A small one.”
“Are you sure about that, hyung?” Hansol looked even more excited than he had when they won a Daesang award. He immediately grabbed a shot glass and started pouring.
Joshua noticed this and loudly announced, “Wow, Jihoonie is doing a shot! Who else wants one!” Everyone around the table quickly had their hands full of shot glasses. However, in the chaos, Jihoon had discreetly filled a glass with water and passed it to Soonyoung, whose face was red and puffy enough that it was unlikely he’d notice the difference in taste.
Seungkwan gently grabbed Jihoon’s hand holding his shot glass and lifted it, looping his arm around. “Do a love shot with me, hyung.”
Jihoon desperately tried not to spill his shot everywhere as someone started counting down. After the count of three, Jihoon took his shot, the familiarly foul taste of soju on his tongue, followed by the heat of alcohol running down his throat to his heart.
In the chaos of taking his shot, Jihoon hadn’t realised how close Seungkwan was to his face. He grinned cheekily at him and moved back to his chair, while Jihoon instinctively leant away. Wonwoo’s hand wrapped itself around his hip to steady him and all of a sudden Jihoon felt hot.
He went still and fruitlessly tried to stop his face from turning red. At least now he could attempt to blame it on the single shot of alcohol he’d consumed. The more he thought about it, the more Wonwoo’s fingers burned like a brand through the side of his shorts.
From the corner of his eye, he watched Wonwoo finish his drink and firmly set the empty glass on the table. He then ran his hand through his hair, as if he was hot too, while his other hand remained burning Jihoon’s hip. Sitting further back in the chair, he spread his legs slightly, forcing Jihoon to move further back and sit upright to not lose his balance. Jihoon’s knees were trapped outside of Wonwoo’s, forcing his legs apart in a way that was slightly… uncomfortable, and the hand on his hip only grasped tighter. Jihoon wondered if Wonwoo was even aware that his thumb had started to stroke Jihoon’s back, just above the waistband of his shorts.
“Jihoonie…” Soonyoung stumbled over to their side of the table. “You took a shot!” He looked momentarily delighted, then suddenly sad, “You gave me water, didn’t you? That’s so mean. I’m gonna cry. I’m fine! I’m totally-” He tripped over his own feet, Wonwoo and Joshua together barely stopped him from falling on his face. Instead he crumpled to a heap on the floor and dragged himself over to the gap between Wonwoo’s and Joshua’s chairs, kneeling and letting out a big sigh.
Jihoon giggled at how puffy his eyes were, and generously guided his cheek to sit on his thigh. Soonyoung tried to think that he was probably in heaven, but ended up saying it out loud. Gaining a burst of energy, he leant in and wrapped his arms around Jihoon’s waist, burrowing his head into his side. “Jihoon, thank you for letting me hug you. You have a very small and nice and perfect and huggable… ummmm what was the word again? Oh yeah, waist.” He murmured, drunkenly.
Wonwoo, the only other person who heard that comment, moved his hands to the upper part of Jihoon’s waist and squeezed his sides. Jihoon failed to suppress a very manly squeak. “It’s really hard though, unlike the rest of him.” Wonwoo commented.
“What’s hard? Ohhh his waist.” Jeonghan butted in. “Of course it is! Jihoon goes to the gym twice every day! His abs are Seventeen’s pride!” Jeonghan wrenched Jihoon’s white t-shirt from where it was caught in Soonyoung’s grip and lifted the hem right up to cover Jihoon’s face.
“Wow… abs.” Joshua commented. Jihoon couldn’t see who it was as Jeonghan had obscured his face with his oversized t-shirt but he suddenly had multiple hands on his abdomen, feeling and squeezing his bare skin. He went to swat them away but someone grabbed his wrist too, and Jihoon turned to see Joshua reminding him “If you resist our touch, you lose.” Jihoon then noticed, with blood pounding in his ears, that the other conversations in the room had died out the second his shirt went up.
“His nipples are so pink.” Mingyu uttered in the silence. After an awkward pause, Jeonghan laughed hard enough that he blessedly lowered his shirt enough for Jihoon to see over it again, and made eye contact with a bright red Mingyu opposite him, who looked equally as embarrassed as he was.
“Yeah, I swear my nipples are way more brown than his.” Dokyeom commented and raised his shirt too to check. “Oh shit, they are.” He realised, eyes wide. A few of the more drunk members joined in lifting their own shirts too, to compare nipple colours.
Jeonghan pointed at Jihoon’s face and between giggles, chuckled out “Shit, this is red too.” Jihoon didn’t need a mirror to know that he was blushing, but how could he not be, when Wonwoo, Soonyoung and Joshua’s hands were still gripping his waist or stroking his sides?
“I want to feel Jihoonie’s muscles!” Junhui shouted out. It wasn’t clear whether he was drunk or just being himself. He quickly approached Jihoon’s side of the table and lifted him out of Wonwoo’s lap by the chest, making Wonwoo hum in discontent and Soongyoung whine loudly, collapsing his head into Wonwoo’s lap instead.
Jihoon barely resisted trying to push Jun’s hands away as they wormed under his shirt, not that he would have been able to resist anyway, as he was grabbed from behind and felt all over. He was nearly lifted off his feet as he was completely enveloped by Jun’s chest and arms and curled in on himself, trying to make himself as small and as tense as possible, to avoid making any sort of embarrassing noise.