chanyeol ignores the pounding fists just on the other side of the bathroom door as he pushes jongin into the dirty tiles, stained with yellow and brown splotches of questionable origins.
their kiss is angry, heated. all teeth and tongue and shared spit as chanyeol grabs jongin’s hips a little too hard, sure enough to leave behind a smattering of bruises, jongin pulling on handfuls of chanyeol’s hair, making him wince with pain.
chanyeol can taste the pungent aftertaste of cigarette mingled with the bitter hint of alcohol they had just drunk on jongin’s tongue.he presses himself even closer into jongin, the contours of their bodies molding perfectly into a single being, fusing them into one mind, one heart, pounding in unison with the beat of their own internal melody.
chanyeol can feel jongin’s fingers weaving through his hair, sliding down the sides of his neck and gently tilting chanyeol’s head to the side, chanyeol following jongin’s intentions even with the slightest of touches.
jongin’s body is so soft, so hot against him, and chanyeol is surprised he hasn’t spontaneously combusted yet.
but chanyeol does feel a little dizzy and lightheaded from a combination of the alcohol and lack of breathing, losing his footing and faltering a little to the side. chanyeol’s hip manages to catch the corner of the porcelain sink.
“ow,” chanyeol whines, rubbing his sore hip as jongin laughs breathlessly.
“are you okay?” jongin smiles, wrapping his arms around chanyeol’s waist and pulling him in again.
“yeah,” chanyeol answers, bringing his hands up to cup jongin’s neck and pressing their foreheads together. “i’ve had worse.”
“mm, i don’t know whether i should be relieved to hear that you’re okay, or worried that you’re in a constant state of injury,” jongin teases, shuffling from foot to foot, swaying their bodies to the rhythm of the bass shaking the walls.
“whatever,” chanyeol replies, brain not functioning properly enough to think up a smarter comeback. instead, he opts for placing a chaste kiss on jongin’s plush, soft lips as the pounding outside gets louder, now accompanied by shouts of profanities and insults.
“i think we’re keeping people from doing their business,” jongin states obviously, chanyeol bursting into laughter as he pats a few stray locks of jongin’s hair back into place.
jongin helps fix chanyeol’s wrinkled shirt, glancing up at his unruly hair and giving up, deciding there’s nothing that can be done to remedy that situation.
“okay, let’s go,” chanyeol says once they are both presentable, interlacing their fingers and guiding jongin towards the bathroom door.