"Am I drunk?"

The cold wind coming in from the open windows sifts in to their bare skin, porcelain and peaches gleams with the moonlight. His senses uncontrollably clinged in to the breeze, making him draw a scratch on the skin of the man above him. The room was dark, the light wasn't lit, and the weak shine of the moon doesn't directly hit the man's face as it was covered by a thin line of curtains. He was a stranger, and he doesn't know a thing about him. All he know now is he is dumbfounded by the scene between them.

He asked those inebriate words to the mere stranger, provoking the smell of grape wine and Jack Daniel's in his breath. The guy somehow enjoyed the smell of it, sniffing through the second it reached it nose, yet Luhan find it disgusting and unbelievable. He was about to reach for air in the next moment, until a strong force clinched his body—the pain was from his bottom.

"What the f—" He exclaimed in anger, but he remained weak and weaponless as he was really drowning in Tennessee whiskey. "You're inside me!?"

The stranger replies in a faint giggle, the edge of his smirk shows up in the light. He sends another to compel the shaking bottom, making him suffer in moans and sweating excessively. The stranger encloses the space between their stomachs, creating an inusitate heat between the surface of his skin. It was painful, yet the warmth was .

He clutches the white sheets as the stranger continuously pounded him, his voice was pulling back in his sore throat, making it pointless to tell the man to stop. His face was covered with sweat, and his cheeks were burning. His shoulders rather felt cold and frozen, and his whole body went petrified, yet his nerves still invocates the pain.

"S—st—op." He managed to speak in syllables, the whole of him moving upward and downward in the noise of the squeaking bed.

The man decided to slow down, pushing and pulling Luhan smoothly, almost in a mental rhythm.

"You—you don't talk much, do you? Cat got your tongue?" He stutters an insult to the man, his eyes glaring at the shadowed face.

"No, your got my ."

The words from the stranger puffed breath on his nose, he curiously. sniffed it in, trying to know how it feels to smell someone's breath. Raspberry, very sweet raspberry; his mind formulated. Before he could gasp and tell how lame he was, the stranger got in to his mood in to ing him fast again. The night sky was clear, yet the sounds of loud screams and awful moans centered everything peaceful. The last sound he heard was of the stranger's chewing his bubble gum, and after that was a straight blank. It didn't ended shortly, it lasted... it lasted until he knew that the shine was already shining bright above him, rays looking at his body.

He props himself up, elbows supporting his back as they feel heavy and rusty in a way of like he was really tired all day, all night. He couldn't feel most of his legs, but his bottom is the one that makes him cringe in agony. He glares at the view outside the window, it was Monday at it was damn bright. He curled in his bed, knees on his cheeks, and habitually smelled the fragrance of his skin. He was expecting something soapy and mild, but what surprised him was the smell of a masculine cologne. That's when he remembered that something happened last night, and the next thing he did was he stood up and endure the pain and screamed the hell out of how he got laid.

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"Luhan, why are you crying?" Those words approached his hearing as he cried over the cafeteria table.

"Baekhyun?" He calls the name of who was coming to him.

"No, Kyungsoo. We've been together since kindergarten. How come you still can't recognize my voice?" He complains awfully, his brows close to connecting each ends. He places his tray on the table and sinked in his fingers between the tight spaces on Luhan's arms.

"Tell me, what are you weeping about?"

"I lost something I had since kindergarten too, other than your voice recognition in my mind."

"What is it?"

Luhan pauses for a long second, and so does Kyungsoo. Baekhyun arrived timely, placing his tray next to Kyungsoo's. They all switched stares at each other, waiting for Luhan to pull out what was on his mouth.

"Luhan, what is it?" Baekhyun asks after Kyungsoo explaining him everything in a whisper.

"I'm afriad."

They both reached for Luhan's hand. "You know we are your friends, we'd love to help." Kyungsoo offered, squeezing the other's hand making sure he feels comforted.

"You said you lost something, was it your phone? Is it even worth crying?" Baekhyun jokes, looking at Kyungsoo and exchanged laughs with him.

" you."

"Then what is it?" Baekhyun, pulls away his hand from Luhan, visibly offended from those two harsh mix of words. He retaliates from Luhan's cursing as he know Luhan curses only when he's deep down serious.

"My ity."

A/N: Hello guys! I hope you'll like this story! Well, there will be , a little salt of comedy, and much romances in this story. Hunhan, Baekyeol and Kaisoo, my lifetimes ships will be here and there. I am very excited with this story. Enjoy everyone, and thank you all~♥