"we woke up in the kitchen thinking how the hell did this shit happen"
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"I think you've had enough," Yixing carefully reached over and gently took the bottle from your hands. He slid it away from you and kept it hostage.

"I didn't even have a lot whaddya mean??" you asked a little louder than you intended, plain confusion written across your face.

He rolled his eyes at your flushed cheeks, "Lightweight," he scoffed.

Your eyes widened at the comment, something in your brain telling you to be offended so you acted upon it. "I am not!" you whined, smacking his arm.

Amusement glittered in his eyes,"Are too," he challenged. Loving every second of your disheveled, laidback appearance. "You're a mess," he teased, reaching out and pinching your pink cheeks.

"Stahpet. Oh my gOd leave me alooooone," you smacked his hands his hands away, burning up at his touch.

He grabbed your wild hands and held them down so you couldn't hit him. He leaned in, gazing at you with mischievous eyes and a strong presence. "Did my baby have too much alcohol?" he cooed.

"I'm not drunk you asshole I'm buzzed geez," you tried to tug away from his hold but he held on.

He laughed," Mhm, sure keep telling yourself that."

"I'm noooot," you whined with your entire body, almost pleading at him to believe you. "Let me go I hafta pee."

He dropped your hands and smirked as you struggled to hop down from the stool without slipping. "Do you need an escort?"

"I KNOW where your bathroom is thank you," you somehow managed to stand up straight without making a bigger fool of yourself. You raised a foot to take a step, and the world began to spin so you immediately set it down and fumbled to balance your weight. You held your hands out in front of you, "I'm okay," you reassured Yixing, who was mustering up every ounce of self control to not laugh at you almost tripping over your own two feet.

"I don't think so," he chuckled, standing up next to you. He took your hand and led you away from the kitchen counter, but not before you could snag the bottle of vodka off the counter behind him.

You wordlessly let him pull you throughout the apartment, chugging down the liquid fire. It tasted horrible and the strong scent overwhelmed your nostrils. Forgetting all about your bladder, you wiggled out of Lay'a grasp declaring, "I need a chaser for this shit."

As you swiftly made your way back to the kitchen, specifically the fridge, a dumbfounded Lay chased after you. "Y/N, you've had enough!"

You blew a raspberry at him as you bumped into walls, "I'll have you know," you turned around and started walking backwards, "I'm a GROWN adUlT and I make my OWN decisions NOW. Thank you."

Lay rolled his eyes, following you back to the kitchen. "Your hangover will say otherwise tomorrow."

"You're LAAAAAAAAAMME," you found some precut limes on the counter where you had been previously drinking and took another shot, shoving the sour wedge into your mouth immediately after to dull the sharpie-like scent and create a blossom of warmth down your throat and throughout your chest. It was pure hot bliss. You spat out the fruit and looked over at your boyfriend, "You're jus mad you can't drink as much as me."

"Oh, please," he scoffed. "That's a lie."

"This was YOUR idea you bubblegum dum dum. And YOU stobbed at like tew shots." You set the bottle down with a satisfying clank and put the lime back in your mouth, letting the acid awaken your senses and produce a euphoric sensation everywhere in your body.

"Because I have self control, babe."

"LAAAAAAAMMEE," you muffled loudly.

"Bitch." He swiped the bottle and took a long swig, he grimaced as the sour and vile taste slipped into his mouth, nullifying him, stealing away reality in favour of fantasy. He shook it off quickly and to your surprise, grabbed the lime from your mouth, placing it in his own and draining it dry. He let out a breath and stared at you with a newfound intensity in his eyes.

A few couple drinks later you were being extra touchy with each other, and giggling at seemingly nothing. Drunk with ecstasy in this bubble of whimsical happiness, you both kept going. Feeling reassured that you were already and would be there for each other in the morning. It was all Hakuna Matata at this point.

Just thinking about alcohol made your fingers tingle right up your knuckles. Even before it touched your lips, it was really just a taste of the giddiness to come, as if your brain couldn't wait for the fuzz of intoxication to begin. You wanted Yixing to be almost out of it too, he was the one who suggested this night anyway, to see where it would lead. He was kind of funny over the notion of drinking alone too, like it meant something. And he'd taste it too, taste when he finally put his lips on yours.

The liquid courage already making its way through both of your bloodstreams and pumping into your heart like an overdose of adrenaline. It was too much, his love.

It got harder to control as time went by.

You tapped his shoulder as he was chasing down another shot. Your blood felt hotter and it controlled your actions.

As soon as he turned his head you took in his wonderfully perfect face, cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, hair mussed up and beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was breathtaking and you leaned in and kissed him, uncontrollably melting into attraction. Once he kissed back, the rest was a passionate history of two becoming one.

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After finishing this I realized I forgot to make him part wolf somehow, whoops. So I guess this is just a regular imagine. But I'm still proud of it *^*

Also I know the ending seems lame but y'all know what happened wink wonk okay