Drunk Shenanigans
pairing :: eden x booseoksoon
word count :: 1.4k
synopsis :: eden invites bss for drinks
time :: february, 2022
warnings :: mentions of alcohol. fluff.
taglist :: @cafemilk-tea @cixrosie @moonlight-additions @cosmicwintr @astraw-astro @ateezjuliet @fromfreesia
Eden’s eyes scanned the beaming pub, only picking the boys out from Seokmin raising his arms and standing up. He skipped his way over to her, pulling her into a hug and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“Did you guys wait long?” She grabbed his hand, smiling up at him.
“Not at all. They went ahead and ordered drinks but they insisted on waiting for you.”
“Am I that fun to be around?” She smirked, pulling him along with her to the table where they were seated.
“The best.” Seokmin went in front of her to pull her chair out for her.
Seungkwan clapped his hands for her, quickly passing the extra shot to her. “She’s here!”
Hoshi cheered, hurriedly picking up the soju bottle and pouring it into her glass before more into both his and Seungkwan’s. He looked toward Seokmin, watching him shake his head no.
“I’m good. But please don’t get my girlfriend drunk tonight.”
“It was her idea in the first place.” The eldest pouted, raising his glass as the others did too. Eden quickly pushed the liquor down her throat, setting the glass on the counter and winking at her boyfriend.
“Why do you say that when you know my tolerance is better than yours?” She smiled, looking at Seokmin as Hoshi refilled her shot. It was her idea. The three just became ambassadors for a skincare brand and it only seemed fitting to take the boys out for celebratory drinks.
Seungkwan looked between the two while covering his mouth trying not to laugh.
It was an hour later that a couple of empty soju bottles were scattered across their table. Hoshi somehow convinced the BSS leader to take a couple shots for the special occasion. Eden just reached her limit, feeling her entire body getting warm and stopping all together. They looked amongst themselves as Hoshi ordered another bottle, knowing he was already drunk.
“I think you should stop.” Seokmin tried to take the bottle away from him, only for Hoshi to pull it back and hug it in his arms.
“I want another drink.” He pouted, popping the cap off with his spoon. “You’ll take more with me, right?” He looked towards Eden, her eyes widening before taking her water and pouring it into her shot glass underneath the table.
“Of course!” She tried not to seem suspicious, holding her shot up and clinking it with Hoshi’s. She drank hers like it was alcohol, making sure to get her facial expressions on point. Seokmin scratched the back of his neck while sighing. It was gonna be impossible to stop him now unless it was Eden to draw the line.
“Let’s toast to booseoksoon as new brand ambassadors!” Hoshi stood up, stumbling a bit while slurring his words. Seungkwan had switched to water a while go, nonetheless grabbing his drink and standing too. It was hard for Eden to hide her technique this time, so she acted as if she took a shot but didn’t let the alcohol slip past her lips.
“Clear skin!” She added, giggling before hearing the man choke out a sob. She widened her eyes, flattening her lips thinking she got caught. Seokmin and Seungkwan dropped their heads, pinching their nose bridge as Hoshi began crying.
“I’m sorry-” She tried apologizing before he interrupted her.
“Eunhye always has clear skin! She doesn’t even need to try!” He cried into his hands while she was in shock. “Hyung has the prettiest girlfriend.”
She snorted, holding her mouth shut as she looked toward Seokmin. He rubbed his eyes, shaking his head while pouting.
“Why are you calling me hyung? You’re older than me.”
Eden reached for the napkins in the middle of the table, handing them to Hoshi while patting his shoulder. “Maybe you need to stop drinking.”
He stared at her for a second before bursting into tears again. He didn’t swat her away like he did to his member. He nodded, blowing air past his lips as he dropped his head. “She’s so nice too.”
He put his hand on her shoulder, showing his sincerity with his eyes. “Thank you for loving our Dokyeomie so well. He had no one other than us before meeting you. And he had zero friends that were girls.”
“Alright, that’s enough.” Seokmin stood up, reaching for him over the table before Eden grabbed his wrist, shaking her head and telling him to sit down. She could only imagine how embarrassing it was for Hoshi to expose them like that, but she was enjoying it.
“Really? Tell me more.” She smirked, resting her chin on her hand while the other held her boyfriend's hand underneath the table.
“I hope you know that we consider you part of the family now. How could we not?”
“Of course, I know.”
“You’re perfect for each other!” He dropped his forehead to the table, crying some more. “I am always worried he’s gonna pop from how much love he has. But at least he has someone to share it with now.”
“Yes, he has lots of love.”
“You have to tell us if he makes you sad. We will put him in his place. You can’t break up either, you guys are endgame.”
Eden nearly choked hearing him say the last bit, Seokmin quickly patting her back as he looked away to hide his face. She grabbed another napkin to wipe Hoshi’s tears.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”
He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, sniffing a bit. “Does this mean we can sing ‘Just do it’ at your wedding?”
“I think it’s time for him to go home.” Seungkwan gathered the empty bottles, setting them towards the end of the table.
She turned her head to the side, snorting as the two other men were finding it physically paining to endure his drunk shenanigans any longer.
“You can sing at our wedding, maybe not ‘Just do it’ though.” He had a smile on his face before pouting again.
“No? But it’s tradition.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” She reassured him, pointing to Seungkwan and telling him to call a taxi.
She followed close behind the men as they helped Hoshi walk to the taxi. By the way they were groaning, she could tell it was like they were carrying dead weight.
“Do you guys need my help? Can I do anything?” She rushed next to them, tapping Seungkwan’s shoulder.
“Just get the door.” Seungkwan pointed towards the taxi, the girl quickly rushing to pull it open. She stepped aside while they helped the drunk man into the taxi.
He hit his head on the top of the car, holding his forehead as everyone gasped at him. “Ow.” The tears started to fall again.
“Don’t cry. They’ll get you some ice when you get home. I’ll make sure.” She’s never dealt with an emotional drunk before. She didn’t know whether to sympathize with him or laugh.
As soon as they made sure Hoshi was buckled in and secure, Seungkwan went around to get in on the other side of the car. He helped roll down his window and gave the couple a thumbs up.
“Thank you for the drinks, Noona! You two get home safe.” Seungkwan waved, grabbing Hoshi’s hand and waving for him.
“Text us when you get in!” Eden waved, finding her spot next to her boyfriend as the taxi started to pull away.
Hoshi stretched his head out the window, shouting at the top of his drunken lungs. “Lee Eunhye is the best girlfriend for our Dokyeom!”
She laughed out loud, her cheeks turning red while Seokmin hid in embarrassment. She gently punched his arm, getting his attention. “Shall we walk?”
She crossed her arms, slowly walking in the direction of his dorms which wasn’t too far away from the bar they had just left. He followed beside her, dragging his feet and trying to erase the disaster that happened from his mind.
He was paranoid that Hoshi made her nervous, asking her about such sensitive topics in their relationship. When he got over the initial shock of it all, he looked down towards her and cleared his throat.
“So, you’re gonna marry me?”
They always mentioned marrying each other during their pillow talks. They had a lot more they wanted to achieve in life, but one thing they agreed on is that they both wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.
She smirked, grabbing his hand and squeezing it tightly. “Of course I’m gonna marry you.”
He giggled, leaning towards her as he took her hand he was holding and fit it snuggly into his coat pocket and keeping it warm. “Just making sure.”
“But god please, don’t sing ‘Just do it’ at our wedding. Anything but ‘Just do it’.”
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