Hey guys! I appreciate all the love and support and reassurance you guys have given me- you seriously don't know how much all your kind reviews and messages mean, they're what keep me going and working on everything despite how busy and exhausted I am! I feel bad that you guys are waiting a while between updates, but it means the world that you're all so understanding. I love you guys, for real. *hugs you all tightly*

BUT ENOUGH SAP. I'm sure you're all excited to see where things are going now that our brave little Yoosi has finally come to see Saeran alone, aren't you? Well, sO AM I SO LET'S DO THIS

I do not own mysme yadda yaddaaaa

Trigger warning: sex while one person is intoxicated.

The tension in the air was thick- you could practically feel it pulsing in the room. Yoosung was sure he wasn't the only one who felt it, either. Just a few minutes ago, someone had sauntered up to the counter, a coy smile on their face, batting lashes at Saeran as they ordered their drink, but Saeran was only half-listening, his eyes continuously glancing in Yoosung's direction, a fire dancing beneath his minty irises that sent shivers through places Yoosung didn't even realize could feel such a way. The customer quickly scurried away with their drink, almost like a dog with its tail between their legs.

Every time Saeran passed by, he made a point to swing his hips even more than usual, a pleasant smirk on his lips as he could see Yoosung's knuckles grow white around the handle of his glass, licking his lips absentmindedly as he watched him go by. Yoosung couldn't think any coherent thoughts right now, and it had nothing to do with the booze- his head was spinning for completely different reasons.

The manager suddenly appeared in front of him, placing a shot glass next to his beer, and Yoosung blinked at the shot, slowly glancing up at the manager, who nodded to the right. Yoosung trailed his gaze in the implied direction, heat flashing across his cheeks as he saw Saeran smiling at him, throwing him a flirty wink, nodding at him to take the shot. Yoosung smiled, staring him in the eyes as he knocked it back, his abdomen filling with butterflies as Saeran bit his lip at the sight.

"Manager," Yoosung spoke in a low voice, his eyes still never leaving Saeran's across the bar, "Can you pour me another drink?"

Saeran smiled, turning away to continue cleaning glasses, swaying his hips to the music that was playing in the bar. Yoosung brought his newly poured beer to his lips, feeling the need to drink something now more than ever.

"Yoosung," The manager spoke slowly, his brows laced with concern, "I think it's time for you to get home."

Yoosung shook his head, attempting to stand up from his stool, only to fall to the side and knock two of them over. Yoosung glared down at them, pointing at the stools accusingly.

"Hey, you- you were in my way. Stools these days need to know their place," He waved his hand dismissively, catching himself on the side of the bar. The manager sighed, placing a hand on his forehead, shaking his head. He turned over his shoulder, waving Saeran over.

"Listen, Saeran, I'm a little worried about Yoosung going home on his own in this state," He glanced over at Yoosung who was now humming the tune of some song he couldn't quite put his finger on since he was completely off-key, "If you can help him get home, you can leave now and I will still pay you for your full hours."

Saeran smiled and nodded, taking off his name tag and handing it to the manager.

"Not a problem. I'll take good care of him," He winked at the manager, making his way around the bar, slipping an arm around Yoosung's waist, grabbing one of his arms and pulling it over his shoulder, "Okay boy, let's go."

Yoosung leaned his head on his shoulder, smiling stupidly as he hummed into the warmth, "Are we going on an adventure?"

Saeran laughed softly, taking a few steps towards the door.

"Yes, we are going on a big adventure."

The manager watched them as they walked towards the door, Yoosung singing loudly about the adventure they were about to take, and Saeran nodding the way an adult would while listening to a child babbling nonsense. The manager scratched the back of his head as the doors closed, a half-smile on his lips as the two vanished into the night.

Saeran helped Yoosung into his car, buckling his seatbelt for him, pressing his hair back so it didn't get stuck in his eyes.

"Can you tell me what your address is so I can get you home?"

"I live," Yoosung paused as he hiccuped," In an apartment... And it's red... Very red. And has sidewalks."

Saeran sighed, leaning against the steering wheel, clearly understanding that this was a battle he would not win. Making a final decision on his own, he buckled his own seatbelt, pulling out of the parking spot and turning out of the lot, driving down the dark street. Yoosung hummed as he stared at the streetlights flashing by, trees blurring together worse than usual due to the liquor in his system.

"Where are we going, Sae?" His words were slow and slurred, his head lolling to either side.

Saeran smiled at the nickname, turning onto a residential street lined with apartment buildings.

"We're going to my place, since you won't tell me where yours is."

Yoosung gasped loudly, pressing his hands to his cheeks.

"Oh my god, I get to see Saeran's place. This is like... Like..."

"Like?"

"So cool. SO cool."

Saeran laughed loudly as he spoke, shaking his head as he turned into the lot behind a rather tall apartment building, turning off the car and parking it. He got out, making his way to Yoosung's side, opening the door and helping him out.

"Come on, we gotta go inside now."

Yoosung nodded, pressing his face into Saeran's shoulder.

"Mm'k."

Saeran closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a slow breath as he shut the car door behind him, pressing the lock button on his keys, assisting Yoosung to the door of the apartment. Yoosung clung to Saeran as they waited for the elevator, making endless comments on how warm Saeran was and how good he smelled. Saeran just smiled softly and nodded, patting him on the head. They stepped inside the doors once they opened, Saeran pressing the button for the eighth floor. The numbers danced by on the screen before them, a soft ding sounding around them as the doors opened to their destination. Yoosung's eyes wandered the pale white hallways, with a muted grey carpet on the ground. Saeran continued leading him to the end of the hall, pulling out his keys and unlocking the door.

Yoosung stumbled inside, looking at the apartment- it has a short walkway that led to a fairly spacious living area, a kitchen to the left side, a bathroom and laundry at the end, and two bedrooms on the right hand side. Yoosung clumsily kicked off his shoes, making a point to stare at all the photos on the walls, making absentminded comments on them as he did so.

Saeran laughed, pulling Yoosung to his bedroom, helping him lay down on the bed. He patted Yoosung's chest, telling him to stay there as he got up, making his way to the kitchen to pour him a glass of water. He brought it back to Yoosung, asking him to drink it, and the blond obeyed, gulping the glass down, handing it back to Saeran. Saeran smiled, standing up from the bed.

"I'm going to sleep on the couch in the living room just outside the bedroom door if you need anything, okay? Good night, Yoosung."

He turned on his heel, about to take a step to leave, when suddenly Yoosung grabbed his wrist, pulling him back. Yoosung was standing now, his eyes half-lidded as he took the glass from Saeran's hands, placing it on the nightstand next to them. Saeran didn't move, his heart pounding in his chest as Yoosung's eyes travelled over his body, drunken lust swirling in his violet eyes.

Yoosung slid his hands up Saeran's arms, grabbing the collar of his shirt, gripping it firmly in his fists, now staring into Saeran's eyes.

"Y'know, you- You're dumb. You know that?"

Saeran blinked slowly, still unmoving.

"How am I dumb?"

"With your stupid red hair," Yoosung brought a hand to a curl of his hair, threading it between his fingers, biting his lip as he did so, "And your... Your stupidly perfect eyeliner," his gaze trailed to the corners of his eyes, his hand now trailing down along his jaw, "And your stupid, beautiful eyes," his breath was a whisper now as he got lost in the intensity of Saeran's irises, "You're just... Stupid."

Saeran's hands twitched, desperately wanting to grab Yoosung and hold him to his chest, never wanting to let him go, but this wasn't right- not now, not when he was like this. Saeran brought his hands to his shoulders, pushing him back slightly.

"Yoosung, no.. You've drank way too much, you don't want this."

Yoosung's body tensed, his gaze quickly receding from warm and lust-filled to anxious and hurt, growing misty. His grip on Saeran's collar loosened, his hands falling to his sides, curling into himself, tears spilling over and down his cheeks.

"I knew it," He whispered, his lip quivering as he did so, "I knew I was dumb to ever hope you might be interested in me."

Saeran stared at him, his heart swelling with pain, wanting nothing more than to tell him he was wrong, that he was interested, but afraid of making the wrong choice, at the completely wrong time. Yoosung took his silence as confirmation, crying harder, now, his hands coming up to his chest, clutching at his own shirt now.

"Why would I have ever thought something like that...? What is wrong with me?"

"Yoosung-" Saeran tried to stop him, but Yoosung ignored him, cutting him off.

"I'm an idiot, idiot, god-"

"Yoosung, please-"

"I should have never kept coming to the bar cause I fell in love with you and I'm a fucking idiot-"

Saeran froze, his eyes growing wide, time seeming to stop around him as those words resonated in his head.

"You.. You what?"

Yoosung stared at him through teary eyes, his brows curled together in the centre of his forehead.

"I love you."

Saeran lost all inhibition, pulling Yoosung against him, slamming their lips together in a heated kiss, his hands finding their way into blonde, silky hair. Yoosung hiccuped into the kiss, confused and distraught, but all of that soon melted away as his mind registered that Saeran- redheaded, gorgeous, beautiful Saeran was kissing him.

Him.

Yoosung fell back onto the bed, his lips never parting from Saeran's as they kissed, Yoosung's arms wrapped around Saeran's neck, whimpering desperately against his lips, his body acting on complete impulse, relying on instinct to function. They pulled apart to breathe, hot and heavy against each other's lips. Saeran's eyes searched Yoosung's again, desperate and wanting.

"Say it again."

Yoosung's lip quivered, his mind and heart battling himself, confused and unsure, but he made the only choice that made sense in that moment.

"I love you."

Saeran brought his lips to Yoosung's, swallowing up his words as he spoke them, moaning into the kiss, his hands trailing over Yoosung's chest and down his stomach. He trailed small kisses down his body, his mind spinning a mile a minute.

"Don't stop saying it."

Yoosung nodded slowly, only barely registering his words.

"I... I love you.."

Saeran growled as he tore open Yoosung's shirt, the sound of some of the buttons from his shirt rolling on the floor echoing softly through the air. He ran his fingers along Yoosung's soft, supple stomach, his eyes wild and needy as he did so. He chanced a look at Yoosung, and the fire in his body only grew as he saw the look of pure want that lay beneath his violet orbs.

"S-Saeran-"

Saeran kissed up a long his stomach and chest, nipping at his neck and earlobes quickly, causing the smaller man to whimper softly. He smiled wickedly down at him, gripping some of his blonde locks in his fist.

"What do you want, Yoosung?"

Yoosung moaned at the tone of his voice, his eyes fluttering as he did so. He writhed underneath Saeran, his body clearly yearning for him. He brought his hands up to Saeran's cheeks, cupping them softly, a small smile on his lips as he batted his lashes up at him.

"I want you to have your way with me."

Saeran raised an eyebrow, biting his lip hard, letting out a harsh breath from his nose.

"Really, now?"

Yoosung's smile grew, fingers trailing down Saeran's neck, teasing the line of skin that peeked out just below his shirt.

"I just want you."

Saeran grabbed his wrists, slamming them above his head, glaring deep into his eyes, his smile almost malicious as he spoke.

"You asked for it."

He spun Yoosung around, pressing him onto his stomach, quickly whipping off the torn pieces of his shirt, throwing his own to the side immediately after. He grabbed a fistful of Yoosung's hair, pulling his head back, biting and sucking at his neck and shoulders. The blond cried out, his breath coming out in short pants and broken whimpers of Saeran's name.

Saeran continued his assault down to his hips, where he reached around, expertly undoing Yoosung's belt, slipping it out of its confines and pulling it down his hips, taking his pants and boxers down with them.

He threw them to the side, forcibly flipping Yoosung over again, rising up on his knees so he could admire the blond.

Yoosung blushed under his heavy gaze, his body completely exposed in a way it hadn't been in a long time- and it was very, very clear how much he was enjoying it. Saeran smirked at this, running his hands slowly up along Yoosung's thighs, licking his his lips as he got dangerously close to Yoosung's erection.

"It looks like you're happy to see me."

The flush on Yoosung's face became even darker- he quickly brought his hands up, hiding his face behind them.

"Sh-shut up..!"

Saeran glared, grabbing his wrists and pulling them away, staring hard into his eyes.

"Did I say you could cover any part of yourself?"

Yoosung shook his head meekly, and Saeran smiled, releasing his hands.

"Then don't."

Yoosung visibly swallowed, torn between staying stock still and shifting to try to relieve some of his discomfort- he opted to stay as still as possible, waiting for whatever fate Saeran bestowed upon him.

Saeran squeezed his thighs, humming thoughtfully to himself for a moment before leaning in close to Yoosung's face, smiling at him.

"Bend over for me. Press your face into the bed, with your ass high."

Yoosung nodded slowly, waiting until Saeran let go of him and rose back onto his knees to do so. He didn't dare look behind him once he was in position, and every second felt agonizingly long, his face buried into the sheets beneath him.

He gasped in surprise as suddenly he felt Saeran's hands on his ass, one of them quickly letting go, only to come back down, spanking him hard on the ass. Yoosung screamed in pleasure, his eyes rolling back into his head at the odd mix of pain and arousal. Saeran squeezed hard at the offended area, leaning over Yoosung's body, pushing his face further into the sheets, causing Yoosung to moan as he could feel Saeran's erection pressed against his ass through his jeans.

"Do you like being spanked, Yoosung?"

Yoosung whimpered a small noise of approval, and Saeran hummed appreciatively against his neck, rubbing slow circles against his hips.

"How would you like it if I spanked you so hard your ass was red while my cock was buried deep inside your ass?"

Yoosung felt his entire body light on fire at his words, his cock throbbing so hard with need he was sure he could see red. Saeran spanked him harshly, eliciting a scream from Yoosung's lips.

"I asked you a question."

Yoosung nodded quickly, his whole body trembling as he did so- partially in fear, and partially in anticipation.

"I- I would love that- so much- p-please, please do it..!"

Saeran smiled against his neck, licking teasingly beneath his ear.

"There's a good boy."

Yoosung whimpered wantonly at the pet name, his whole body pulsing. Saeran pulled back, and Yoosung could hear the shuffling of the last of his clothing being tossed aside, as well as the opening of a drawer. Yoosung swallowed, closing his eyes as butterflies formed in his stomach all over again, knowing exactly what Saeran was getting.

Lube.

He heard the squirting of the bottle as Saeran poured it onto his fingers, and gasped as he felt one of his digits pressed at his entrance. Saeran kissed at his asscheeks as he slid the finger inside ever so slowly, pumping it in and out in a purposeful motion, wanting to make Yoosung as comfortable as possible. Yoosung hummed his approval, making it known that he was okay, and more was allowed.

Saeran took the cue, sliding in a second finger, this time drawing a whimper from the blond's lips, his hips pressing back into the sensation, absolutely desperate.

"S-Saeran, please... Faster..."

Saeran bit down on his ass in response, picking up the pace of his hand, sliding in a third, now. Yoosung's body quivered, his face pressing down into the sheets, moaning loudly against them. Saeran kissed and licked at the bruise forming on his ass, smiling at his handiwork, continuing to pump hard into his ass with his hand.

"Tell me what you want, Yoosung."

Yoosung let out a high-pitched mewl, his fists gripping the sheets tightly in his hands, wiggling his hips to emphasize his point as he spoke.

"God, Saeran, fuck- I need your cock inside me, I need it now, please- fuck, please!"

Saeran pulled his fingers out of Yoosung's ass, quickly swiping his lubed-up hand over his cock before pressing at his entrance.

"Good whore."

He slammed inside of Yoosung's ass, using his hips as leverage, his hands squeezing so tightly on his skin there were sure to be bruises. Yoosung screamed in pleasure, his mind a complete blur of drunkenness and lust. All words that came from his mouth were incoherent and gibberish, drool slipping down his lips as Saeran fucked him senseless.

Saeran slapped his ass continuously, using the other hand to hang on to his hips, continuing to slam hard inside of him, biting down on his lip. He kept up his pace, almost to his peak- and judging by the sounds coming from Yoosung's mouth, he was sure he was close, too.

He tilted his hips upwards, slamming against Yoosung's prostate, reaching around and squeezing hard around Yoosung's cock, giving it a few quick pumps, bitting down on his neck as he did so. Yoosung screamed as his entire body quivered with the intensity of his orgasm, his eyes rolling back into his head as his cum shot out, streaming down Saeran's fist, and Saeran's hips stuttered as he released deep inside the blond.

Saeran released his grip on Yoosung, and he crumpled into a heap on the bed, chest heaving, sweat beads rolling down his face. Saeran pulled out of him slowly, rising to grab a few tissues to make a measly attempt at cleaning up. Yoosung just hummed softly, lost somewhere in the nearness of sleep and the aftermath of his orgasm.

Saeran brushed his hair out of his eyes, smiling at him as he pulled the covers over them both.

"Goodnight, cutie."

OKAY HELLOOOOO hopefully this chapter makes up for me having been so fucking busy as of late

though i just wanna mention

i do not recommend ever ever ever EVER having sex with someone who is drunk unless you are dating them and they've explicitly mentioned they want to have sex with you while drunk- drunk people aren't 100% coherent and can't consent properly, so i wouldn't recommend this in real life! Plz do not take fanfic for real life advice lmao that is all #disclaimer

OKAY UNTIL NEXT TIME LOVE YOU ALL

~Pixil-8