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His eyelids were so heavy. How could little flaps of skin weigh so much? His head was even heavier.

Niel rolled over and groaned. A heavy head was the least of his worries compared to his stomach feeling like it was clawing its way up his throat. Fighting the urge to retch he swiped a hand over his eyes. Everything was too bright.

He lay supine on the couch, pretending he was still asleep for as long as his body would allow him. With a heavy sigh Niel heaved himself into a sitting position, his head whirled a few times before the room settled into place.

"How much did we drink?" He groaned to himself before getting up to find the bathroom.

When he emerged he began making coffee on Chanhee's espresso machine. They would need lots of coffee.

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Ba-bling.

Ba-bling.

Ba-bling.

Ba-bling, ba-bling, ba-bling.

Changhyun growled; a noise he rarely made. His phone 'bling'-ed again as yet another message came in. He rolled to the edge of his bed and searched the pile of clothes on the floor for his phone. A swoop of expectation flew through him as he remembered giving his number to Jonghyun.

The expectation crashed and burned as he read the contact name: Lola.

Lola: Changhyunnie!

Lola: Did you hook up?!

Lola: Where are you?

Lola: Ya!

Lola: Ya!

Lola: Are you dead!!

Lola: CHANGHYUN ANSWER ME ARE YOU DEAD I LOST YOU LAST NIGHT AND YOUR BROTHER WILL FIRE ME IF YOURE DEAD AND I'M THE REASON!!!!!

With effort and a small smile on his face Changhyun replied.

Changhyun: I'm not dead. Jesus calm down. Didn't hook up either. I'm home, your job is safe lol.

Changhyun sat up. He needed a coffee. With effort he began dressing.

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The screech of a tortured coffee machine brought Byunghun into consciousness. He was pressed up against Chanhee, nose in the armpit of his boyfriend. It appeared they were both beneath the covers. Byunghun felt as though he was melting in a furnace.

He kicked the covers off the two of them and made to escape the bed. Chanhee's arms tightened, keeping him stuck in place.

"Hey." Byunghun protested quietly.

"Nuh uh." Chanhee mumbled, not even opening his eyes.

Byunghun wriggled again but Chanhee refused to let go.

"I gotta pee." Byunghun whispered.

"Nuh uh." Chanhee mumbled again.

"Chan, its hot and we're all gross."

"Nuh uh."

The coffee machine screamed again as Niel butchered the milk frothing.

"At least let me go save the coffee."

"Mmm..." Chanhee appeared to be thinking, "I guess."

Byunghun made to move but was still clutched tight to Chanhee's chest.

"Love you Byung." Chanhee finally opened his eyes and smiled down at his partner.

Byunghun rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Love you too Chan." He placed a quick peck on Chanhee's lips before getting out of the bed and pulling on some briefs.

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"Holy shiiiiit..." Jonghyun groaned, eyes squeezed shut, he felt like someone had run over him with a tank. "Hyung... am I dead?"

"Shut up, I'm sleeping." Minsu groaned in reply.

". My head. My stomach. My feet. Why does everything hurt? Why do my legs hurt?"

"Shut up, or more will hurt in a minute."

"Just kill me. It will be better I swear." Jonghyun couldn't remember much. There was something he was supposed to remember though.

The club, the lights, Minsu escaping to the DJ booth, y men everywhere, the bathroom. Ok something was missing. He must have been beyond drunk!

"Hyung, what happened last night? I don't remember. I remember dancing, you were in the-"' Whoof! A pillow crashed down onto Jonghyun's head, he yelled in alarm.

"Stop being loooouud!" Minsu yelled at him, not bothering to retrieve his pillow.

"Ouch."

"Good."

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Chanhee watched Byunghun pull on some underwear and disappear into the bathroom. Moments later he returned and strode straight to the kitchen. The conversation floated back through the open door.

"What are you doing?!"

"Making coffee."

"That is not how I taught you to make coffee! You're doing it wrong."

"Well I'm just a little hung-over you know! Someone fed me about a million tequila shots!"

"Holy , don't yell Daniel. Just let me make the coffee." Chanhee could picture Byunghun holding his tender head in his hands.

"It's fine. I've done it already."

"I'm not drinking that."

Knowing the tone of Byunghun's voice, Chanhee sat up and found some clothes. If he didn't interject they would end up in a full-blown fight over nothing.

He entered the kitchen to find Byunghun with his hands on his hips, Niel stood at the machine looking cowed.

"Let's just go out for coffee." Chanhee suggested with a sigh.

"But..." Niel whined.

"I know. When we get back Byung can give you another crash course in how to do it. This was practice. Now, I need water. And food. So, get dressed, let's go out."

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"Hyung? You're awake, aren't you?" Jonghyun's voice was tentative.

Minsu growled in response.

"What happened last night?" Jonghyun asked again.

"You're not going to shut up are you?" Minsu complained, opening his eyes to see Jonghyun cuddling his pillow and staring at the ceiling. "You met some guy, you wouldn't shut up about him. You got his number or something. When I saw you two, you were dancing and getting pretty close."

"Ahh! I remember now!"

"Great. Can I go back to sleep?"

Silence was the answer. Minsu sighed, adjusting his position until he was comfortable again. He was on the edge of drifting off once more when Jonghyun's voice snapped him back to reality.

"Hyung. I'm hungry. Are you hungry?"

Minsu looked over to find Jonghyun sitting up and stretching.

"We aren't going back to sleep, are we?" Minsu complained.

Jonghyun shrugged, "I'll pay."

"I hate you." Minsu mumbled, struggling to sit up too.

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The bell over the door chimed as Niel, Byunghun and Chanhee wandered into the cafe. The wait-staff looked over and smiled in greeting.

"Hey Byunghun, hey Chanhee. What brings you here on your day off?" The barista asked over the hulking machine.

"Hey Feng, hangovers and fights over making coffee." Chanhee replied easily. Niel and Byunghun retreated to a table, both feeling sick and tired.