Sunlight warming his face was what eventually pulled Yoongi out of his drunken, exhausted sleep.

He groaned, blinking his eyes open and then immediately hissed at the brightness.

He rolled over, pain exploding in his head at the movement, and tried again to open his eyes.

Success- though he didn't recognize the bedroom he was in.

He took a few moments to make sure he wasn't about to puke, and took stock of the situation.

Memories came back to him one by one- drinking, the party, dancing, music, a bathroom, a balcony-

Holy shit.

He sat up abruptly, then groaned at the soreness in his ass.

He remembered every detail of getting railed last night, though as hard as he tried to picture a face or recall a name, he couldn't.

With a moan, he rolled out of the comfy bed and stumbled to the bathroom, throwing up into the toilet.

After cleaning himself up in the sink, he glanced up into the mirror and saw he had been changed into his clothes from yesterday.

At least the stranger had done that, though Yoongi didn't know why he hadn't stayed until morning.

He opened the medicine cabinet and took a few painkillers to clear his raging headache, then headed out into the hall.

The party had ended, but there were still a lot of people at the house, passed out on the floor, furniture and counters.

Yoongi peeked into the kitchen, but Jimin was gone.

Had he been the stranger?

Yoongi grabbed a glass and filled it with water, drinking it and refilling it a few times to get rid of the bad taste in his mouth.

The living room was no longer alive with dancing bodies, and the DJ booth was empty.

Had Taehyung been the one from last night? His voice was deep just like the strangers...

Or Hoseok? The way Yoongi had been grabbed and held felt like it could have been the dancer...

"Namjoon?" Yoongi called, making a few sleeping people stir. He leaned down, checking their faces, but none of them were his friend.

What if it was Jungkook? Had the younger boy decided to stop playing games and take Yoongi up on his offer?

He went back up the stairs, checking every room, until he finally found his friend.

Namjoon was asleep in the bathtub, his large body curled up to fit, and was cradling a little yellow rubber duck close.

Yoongi turner on the cold water, splashing his friend from above.

Namjoon yelped, shooting to his feet as he swung his arms out at nothing, dropping the duck.

Yoongi turned the water off, still thinking.

He blushed, thinking if it was maybe Seokjin. The boy was a whole ass model, and Yoongi felt butterflies when he recalled their kiss on the balcony.

"What the hell- Yoongi!" Namjoon spluttered, scrubbing his eyes free of water.

"Morning, fuckhead." Yoongi greeted, handing his friend a towel.

"Screw you." Namjoon scowled, rubbing the towel over himself.

"Yeah, when you can afford it." Yoongi retorted. "Where the hell were you last night? You totally ditched me!"

"Sorry, kitten," Namjoon tossed the towel aside. "I didn't know he would be there."

Yoongi crossed his arms, not accepting the excuse/apology.

"Come on, I really am sorry." Namjoon whined, stepping out of the tub. "I didn't plan to meet up with him or stay overnight! I have a test on Monday!"

"How did you end up here?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the bathtub.

Namjoon shrugged. "It's kind of a blur. After we talked, I came to the bathroom to clean my face and reflect. I guess I was drunker than I thought and I just passed out in there."

They walked out, heading past the sleeping drunkards and outside to Namjoon's car.

"What about you?" Namjoon asked as they buckled up.

Yoongi bit his lip, trying not to get hard just at the thought of the stranger and all the things he had done with his skilled hands and tongue.

"Well...I met some people." He said eventually.

Namjoon risked taking a glance at his friend, raising one eyebrow. "So you got laid?"

Yoongi bit his nail, thinking about the strangers strong arms and moaned.

Namjoon burst out a laugh. "I'll take that as a yes."

Yoongi groaned, leaning against the back of his seat. "He was so hot- and I never even saw his face! He got me to admit all my kinks and shit and them used them! I lost count of how many times I came, dude. And then I passed out. When I woke up, he was gone."

"TMI." Namjoon made a turn. "But I love that for you. Too bad you'll never see him again, though."

Yoongi shook his head. "There's no way in hell I'm letting him get away from me that easily." He pulled out his phone, going to his notes to make a list.

"What's that?" Namjoon asked.

Jimin

Hoseok

Taehyung

Jungkook

Seokjin

"I'm pretty sure the stranger was one of these guys I met at the party." Yoongi said. "They all have to go to our school, since that's how the information about the party had spread. I'll find them, one by one, and cross them off my list if they're not him."

Namjoon chuckled as he pulled into Yoongi's driveway and parked. "Good luck."

They both climbed out, and Yoongi walked around the car to his friend, throwing his arms around Namjoon to hug him.

"Thanks for taking me home." He sighed, ready to go back to bed, despite it being the afternoon.

Namjoon hugged him back. "You're wel-"

He stiffened suddenly, eyes going wide when the scent hit his nose.

Yoongi pulled back, not noticing. "See you at school Monday."

Namjoon just nodded.

Yoongi waved, before heading inside to work on his list.

He had a lot of work to do.