» motel.

@kwon eunbi hey babe, my ac check is a date, so i was hoping you'd like to go on a date with me - motel just seemed appropriate for us ; (

@ha sooyoung hyunjae was definitely not a morning person. at this time of the day, he couldn't even think of a proper way to get out of the motel without raising any suspicion from the employees. he honestly wondered how screwed he was once he goes back to his dorm. the last time that he slept out without notifying the rest, it was an awkward tension that lead up for days. now that both of their groups were gaining recognition, it would be a huge mess once the paparazzi comes up with a headline of the two rising idols spending a night at some motel. he clearly didn't want them to be known with such infamous titles. his hand tugged a little opening between the curtains, peeking if there was anyone sketchy waiting outside the building. "that makes us an odd pair then, but to be honest, i wouldn't even be sparing a glance at you if i weren't that badly faced," his eyes turned into slits as he tried to recognize which part of the city they were in. how the hell did they even end up here? their meeting place didn't seem to be near here either. "what? maybe we could just tell them that we got into a messy cat figh- yeah, you know what? we don't have an excuse for this," he knew he was definitely not being of help as of the moment. perhaps, there was some secret exit route in this motel, but he probably just watched too much movies to even come up with such speculation. the boy cleared his throat as he had the curtains shut, hoping that his eyes weren't fooling him when he saw no suspicious looking people with cameras in their hands. he ran a hand through his bed hair, trying to tame his messy locks. boy did he really missed the feeling of being able to shower and doing his morning skincare routine upon waking up.

the picture flashed onto the screen was just far too questionable. "this isn't even mine..." he muttered under his breath. how could they even reach the point of being this close when they're drunk? it's scarier to know what happened that wasn't captured by pictures nor videos. he shook his head as he threw her phone onto the bed, wiping his hand onto his shirt as if he touched something dirty. "huh? what picture of you-" he took a few strides to the latter, easily snatching his phone from her grasp and pressing it open. hyunjae stifled a laugh as he basically saw the same image earlier, although their roles were reversed. now, he was feeling less embarrassed to know that he wasn't the only one who did it. not to mention, they basically had couple lockscreens, and that seemed to be the funniest evidence of them being drunk together. he looked at yves, then back to the girl who apparently also pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips. "change yours then i'll change mine," he stated, teasing her with a lip sealed smile and an eyebrow raise, ruffling her already messy hair before walking past her to search for his shoes. of course, he would still be keeping the photo for future purposes. it was the only good thing that came out of this mess. something that he could forever, clearly not minding that fact that he also had that kind of shot. "now, go fix yourself. you wouldn't want to look like that in your paparazzi shots, little witch."

@lee hyunjae her plan was simple; gather her clothes, put them on, gather her things and leave. except, the last part was not as easy as it sounds. she's no longer just some no-name rookie idol. and neither was he. the fact that they both probably entered the motel together last night is nervewrecking as it is. if they were caught leaving the motel on the same day, even if it were separately god knows what kind of news would break out in a matter of seconds. in the midst of her brainstorming, she could hear the mumbles and utters of her company, and it took every morsel in her body to restrain from snapping back, instead drawling a loud and audible sigh in response. as much as she'd like to insult him tenfold, her priority was getting out of here with the least amount of attention drawn to her as possible. what he wanted to do, well, that was up to him. sooyoung rolled her eyes at the latter's blatant chides, her face scrunching up in distaste as she slips on the fitted dress that still reeked of alcohol. how much did they even drink? "you must be a fan to have watched me and followed through, then. sounds like some voyeur tendencies." catching sight of herself by the thin body mirror, she's wincing at the sight of her hair sticking up in all sorts of direction, mascara barely holding onto her lashes whereas the rest began to smear past her eyes. "it's bad enough i was seen with you. now i'm seen with you /and/ i look like this?"

too caught up mumbling her unfortunate situation to herself, sooyoung hadn't even noticed the latter's figure moving about collecting his own article of clothing. that is until she heard his exclamation, a twinge of fear settling into her gut as she eyed his reflection in the mirror. "what? did you find your phone? did something happen?" her foot taps along the carpeted floor impatiently, waiting for him to answer her despite asking just a second ago. "c'mon tell me!" but her angry, long strides to his side stuttered half way as her toes glide past the cold and slick surface of a screen. glancing down, partially hidden beneath his left shoe was a phone. noticing that it didn't have the subtle crack along the corner of the screen, sooyoung immediately assumed it was hyunjae's phone and not hers. "wait, do you have. . . my phone? what the hell, give it back. take yours." she's flipping the cellular device in her hand as she resumes her beetrail towards him, but as soon as the phone lands screen face up within her palm, the device lights up. and it didn't even take her a second to look past the notifications that flooded his own phone because there, beneath the various messages, laid an eerily familiar side profile. "what the , did you take a picture--" her accusations dries upon the tip of her tongue as she lifts the screen up to her face, realization sinking in once she notices it wasn't merely a candid of her, but a whole selfie taken of her, somewhat eagerly pressing a kiss onto the corner of his lips. "of. . . me. . .no way. hyunjae you're changing this right now. i did NOT-- i, it was probably. . . y'know what just give me my phone back." sooyoung was quite literally ready to either throw his phone out the window, run out of the building herself, or in the most ideal situation throw both the phone and its owner out. through the window.

@ha sooyoung the day was still on its early hour- actually, wait, he didn't exactly know what time it was- but his body had just woken up from a surprisingly comfortable slumber to be dealing with some wake up argument call. instead of giving out a snarky reply, he could only roll his eyes while mumbling personal complaints under his breath. "if you had self-control, you would've exit out the moment you saw me," he muttered, not intending it to be heard but not really keeping it inaudible for the other to not comprehend. it wasn't like she was fully at fault here. he shouldn't have entertained the lass anymore further after discovering that they both expected different people. the boy grumbled as he let himself lie back down on the bed. what could have happened anyway? they couldn't have possibly swived even though they were deadass drunk. aside from the foreseen hangover, no part of his body was suspiciously aching. he rose up to take a quick scan around the room (momentarily regretting as the abrupt action made him dizzy for a bit). as far as he can see, there were no cameras that could have record the secrets of the previous night. he didn't know if he was supposed to be thankful for that fact or not, but he didn't really feel at rest with him not knowing how far they could've been touchy feely with each other while they were all hammered.

"hm, well what i do know is that this motel has a pretty comfy bed. not bad for a cheap stay i'd say," he commented. even though he tried to digress into a different conversation, he still sought for a concrete reassurance that they didn't step a boundary. maybe he could handle some video of him embarrassing the out of himself rather than anything ual, just hope that it was not recorded on her phone. he caught the shirt thrown at him, inanely mocking the latter's words in silence as he put on the clothing. "who knows? maybe your exhibitionist side was the cause of this strip party," he blatantly spoke as he got off the bed, snatching the pants from a distance before getting himself fully dressed. his eyes wandered along the bed, trying to find another thing that was missing besides his dignity - his phone. a device was resting peacefully on the nightstand on the side where he slept. figuring it was his, he took it without hesitation and pressed it open. hyunjae confusingly squinted at the unfamiliar names as he scrolled through the notifications. oh...it was hers. as he was about to toss it on the bed and simply tell her that it was her phone, one thing had caught his attention. behind the endless notifs was an impossible sight to behold. "what the hell is this?" his thumb rapidly swiped way the notifs, even though it wasn't his phone, just to see the lockscreen clearly. in the picture- was that him? kissing the corner of /her/ lips? his eyes widened as if he had just seen a ghost. "you have got to be kidding me."

Lucas books a room for him to stay for the night since it's already too late for him to come home to their dorm. He knows he will get scold by his leader. He unlocks his room and went straight to bed.

@lee hyunjae if the constant ringing in her head wasn't enough, adding on the latter's accusation merely turned her morning for the worse. she's letting out a loud scoff, face contorting into a look of disbelief as she sent his wagging finger a dirty stare. "please. if i still had control over myself last night, i wouldn't let myself step foot in this room with you." there were so many questions running through her mind, yet none of them seemed relevant enough for her to seek answers for when she was still standing quite ly infront of the other. and as much as she wanted to retort back to his accusatory statements, all sooyoung could muster was a cynical laughter as she begins inching her way towards the nearest pit stops of clothes. "well, you're not exactly the person i had /wanted/ to meet either, so." she could only wish no one really questioned her disappearance for the night. which was pretty much close to impossible knowing her manager, and the uptight regulations bestowed upon them. "wait, my phone --" halfway through bending forward, sooyoung hastily straightens up, head whipping side to side in search of the cellular device which could really have been misplaced anywhere. part of her wishes to not find it, knowing fully well how it must be bombared by missed calls and spammed with text messages questioning her whereabouts. yet, in spite of the major hangover, she was logical enough to decide it was probably best for her to find it.

"look. i. . . don't know if we slept or did not- , i don't even know what we /did/ last night to end up like this, okay? and i- maybe, i don't want. . to know?" she's eyeing him through her peripheral vision, an almost judgmental gaze from the way his words seemed to form incoherently with all the stutters. but it quickly falters as her eyes scan the vicinity of the room. although she was initially looking for her clothes and phone, she was also seeking clues, in a sense. anything to piece together what their minds couldn't seem to remember. there were no, well, foiled wrappers tossed on the floor which would mean they probably hadn't done anything too ludicrous. 'unless. . .' sooyoung's shaking her head to quite literally rid of the unsolicited thoughts. she's averting her attention back to the male who had his hand held up. "you're the one insulting and accusing me of things. . . put on your shirt, you baby." as she says so, she flings a crumpled up shirt that very much did not belonged to her, towards him before continuing on her journey to pick up the rest of articles, finding her dress discarded by the entrance. "why the hell did i strip here?"

@ha sooyoung hyunjae wasn't really the strongest alcoholic. a few shots would already make him feel funny and tipsy. why he decided to go beyond his limit the previous night, he didn't know what went on with his brain. the memories from last night passed through his head like a blur. what happened after he was met with disappointment was still a mystery to his post-intoxicated self. "how should i know? you can handle liquor better than me, who knows if you're the one who brought me here," he childishly accused as he whipped his head towards her direction. it was a scenario that was possible but unlikely. they couldn't even stand breathing within the same room, what more with sleeping on the same bed? his fingers dug deeper into the pillow that he used to cover, trying to shield his chest from the lass. thank god he still had his remaining undergarment on, otherwise it would have been a bigger problem mixed with all the worst case scenarios that he wouldn't even want to enumerate. "hey- no, slow down. first of all, you're not even the person that i was supposed to meet," he raised a finger, one arm hugging the pillow close to his body. if he only hypothesized earlier that such miscommunication would lead to this, he wouldn't have attempted the sandwich trick in the first place. hyunjae didn't know what kind of tomfoolery his drunken self did together with yves. it's not like he would even want to know either. some things are worth not knowing and one of it was this. he just hoped dearly that it wasn't that horrifying.

crimson hue had hinted on his ears at the scandalous thought. "i-i mean, we wouldn't- for sure- i hope..." the stutters came out uncontrolled. he hated himself for thinking so differently. if it was indeed the heat, why would they even be cuddling so close underneath the sheets? everything just felt like a scene straight out of a movie, except hyunjae preferred to be thrown out of the window like those in animated films than face a situation like this. he could only scoff at her following reaction, as if he was in between feeling relieved or offended by it. "wow, as if i'd bed you even if you're the last woman here on earth," he only realized what he had said after it rolled out of his tongue. his cheeks warmed up as he suddenly felt flustered, figuring he was having an early argument with someone who was probably still bare under the cloth that she held close to herself. he quickly turned his head elsewhere. "w-well, don't blame me for being a such hugger in my sleep." the lad refused to even glance at her from his peripheral view. he eyed on the clothes splattered on the floor instead, trying to find his own. "wait, can we, like, fight about this later and put on some clothes first?" he held up a hand towards her direction, the other massaged his head as the second wave of hangover threatened on his nerves.

@lee hyunjae despite being the one urging him to wake up, she dreaded the moment his eyes shot wide open, curling her already covered frame further behind the cover. suddenly, with him reacting in the same manner she had, everything felt all the more real. blotches of red creeps up the tips of her ears and blossoms upon her cheeks- whether she was more embarrassed or angry, no one could really tell. "you're asking me? i want to know the same thing!" she's shuffling backwards, foot entwined between the edge of the blankets almost causing her to trip as her back finally meets the flat surface of the wall. a series of pretty words are stumbling past her dry lips, hand perched against her forehead as she tries to recall anything, anything at all, from the moments that led up to. . . this mess. sooyoung should've known it was a bad idea the minute she bit into a piece of paper wrapped up between the sandwich. well, she wouldn't quite blame herself to being curious as to who it was, but the second she stepped foot at the promised location and saw who it was, she should have just scrammed. but no. she surmised it would be wasting a good night out and a pretty dress. if bad decisions were made sober, she can only imagine what decisions she made while drunk.

except she didn't need to imagine. "how did we get here? and-- and WHY am i half , in bed, with you out of all people?" the blanket crinkles from the tight grip she kept upon it, hair still disarrayed, her lipstick probably smeared but that could easily be from downing too many drinks. her eyes, although still squinting in pain from readjusting too quickly to the light, continues to stare down at the equally man. "m-maybe it was just the, uhm-- heat. i mean, we're not ! we couldn't have. . . we wouldn't right?" sooyoung just couldn't wrap her head around the idea that, even when she's drunk off her , she'd bed the guy whose sole purpose in her life seemed to only be driving her to the edge of her sanity. "no way. . . no way! no." she shakes her head in denial, a weary chuckle crescendos into an almost deranged laughter before it halts altogether. "we did NOT sleep together. i could never -- with you? no!" her fingers delve into the bird's nest of hair, struggling to loosen the knots as she begins inching towards the first piece of clothing she spotted on the floor. "and, and, and why were you cuddling me anyways? huh?"

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@ha sooyoung to be fair, the last 24 hours that passed by felt all too spontaneous - well, at least since the moment that he realized he set himself up with the wrong girl all along. the inkigayo sandwich trick wasn't really the most ideal way of hooking up with a girl, especially if it was accidentally given to a person who wasn't in an all-too-friendly terms with him. hyunjae could only dream the ideal date that he had already set in his mind. he slowly felt being half-awake and yet, his eyelids remained closed as the regretful feeling of hitting alcohol limits were still toying with his senses. perhaps he could sleep in until afternoon today, he can deal with the reprimands later. oddly, he dumbly figured that he was sleeping all too comfortably despite getting hella drunk the night before. there was no one's voice booming across the dorm to wake all of the other boys up, and it also felt more spacey in his bed, his arms were wrapped around a smaller figure - probably changmin, but he doesn't remember the lad being this...petite. he didn't want to question anymore further, but as he attempted to drift back to his dreamland, the person beside him moved away from their position a little too quickly.

the warmth that he embraced earlier was gone in a second, along with the blankets, leaving himself exposed to the sudden cold. hyunjae could only groan in response, rolling away to the other side, mumbling the infamous "five more minutes," voice hoarse from the dryness of his throat. what clicked in his mind though, is that the person's voice didn't sound like any of s at all. heck, it didn't even seem like a guy to begin with. he opened his eyes slowly, eyebrows furrowing as he was greeted by the unfamiliar setting. he released a questioning hum as he propped himself up with an elbow, clutching his head from the expected hangover due to the series of alcohol that he probably chugged down last night. it wasn't unusual for him to sleep half-, but when he turned his head to face his sleep's intruder, he quickly sat up, grabbed the pillow by reflex and covered his bare self, eyes widening in realization as to who it was. "holy , what the-," he gazed at the clothes that littered the floor, head shaking at the morning scenario. "jesus, no, wait - why are you here? where are we? what the happened?" series of questions were rambled by the boy, his words sounded raspy and sudden nervousness throbbed against his chest. he cleared his throat as he ran his hand through his bed hair, rubbing his temple soon after. "please tell me this is still a dream- i mean, we didn't- did we?"

@lee hyunjae hot, soft breaths. gentle breaths hitting against the slope of her nose was what first stirred her awake. but it wasn't enough to shrug off the grogginess weighing her eyelids down. sooyoung shifts her legs to stretch them out beneath the covers, a habit of hers whenever she was preparing to sleep in for the day. yet, she found herself trapped -- somewhat held by another heavy weight hooked over her legs. it wasn't out of the norm, of course. sharing a dorm with twelve girls, there was bound to be a moment where one of them sneaks in at night just for a cuddle. but somehow, her recollection of last night was vague and foggy. with eyes still kept shut, her brows furrow at the dull ache in her head, her awakening senses finally notifying how badly she needed to quench . but the second she budges from her spot, she's met with warm pair of arms lazily coiled around her figure. warm yet quite obviously not belonging to one of her members. sooyoung halts her breathing almost instantaneously, hesitantly peeling her eyes open and desperately hoping it really was just one of her members -- who'd miraculously gotten buff over night. but the figure that lay besides her, in an all too foreign bed, was no one even close to a girl. she stares straight ahead, practically boring holes into the face of the latter who continues to bask in slumber. despite the peaceful ambiance of the shady looking room, the sun streaking past the window panes and onto their entwined bodies, sooyoung continued to panic internally. " -" her voice came out rough, throat still sore and she's praying it's from the hard liquor she'd probably down for her to be in this situation. 'it'll be fine, as long as you're still wearing your clothes. nothing would've happened.' her breathing grew shallow, it was almost a horror story in the making where you're expecting a jump scare yet your anxiety is through the roof. and with one flick of her finger, she lifts the blanket off her body to be met with - ness. well, partially. she wasn't sure if being clad in her underwear should make her relieved or turn her into even more of a mess. "you're kidding me. no, no, no- " it took her a split second to push his arms and legs off of her only to jump out of bed, tugging the rest of the blanket along to hold it up to her body. "pst. hey! hyunjae, you better wake up. right now. right fricking now!" thank god, he had boxers to cover up the last piece of decency.