voices echoing and running through your head. your brain not being able to control your own body but only able to pick up the shot glass in front of you. after you had downed a few, more like many, shots of alcohol you proceeded to try pick up another but a hand at your wrist to stop you.
"y/n, c'mon- look at you, you are completely wasted...", it was your classmate, bang yedam, also your best friend.
you and yedam had quite a close relationship between each other but you never seemed to ever think of him more than a friend. he always seemed to always be by your side at the right times, like now but you hadn't realised the state you were in.
"yedam, just take her home. she could throw up any time now... you know the way to her's, right?", your friend asked and he nodded in response. a few other helped you stand up and carry your body onto yedam's back and rush home before you could embarrass yourself in front of the public.
"oh?! why am i floating?", you muttered on yedam's shoulder and you could hear him laughing from in front. "i've always wanted to be a fairy!", you pretended your arms were wings and flapped them around and hitting yedam's sides when they were on the way down. "yah- be careful, y/n... you might fall if you don't hold on.", he grabbed your arms while carrying you and kept hold of them around his neck. you probably had snapped out of your drunken zone for a bit and blushed as you kept hold.
- time skip -
"t- there you go rest well, i'm going to go to the store and buy some hangover foods for you...", he lay you down into your bed and stroked your hair and left the room. you heart was still thumping really fast since he was carrying you home.
you sat up and grabbed your phone from your night stand and looked through your photos of you and yedam from years ago when you both first met. the corners of your mouth started to lift, you were smiling helplessly. you clicked over to your messages between you two and decided to text him.
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you had the urge to call him at this point and so you did. "yah! yedammm~ why won't you realise how I feel? are you gonna just leave me after this? you are so mea-", your bedroom door slowly opened. it felt like time stopped for seconds, as you saw him with his hand holding his phone at his ear and holding the plastic bag in the other.
"what am I ever going to do with you...?", he dropped off the bag on your desk by the door and sat closely by you on your bed. he was bringing his face closer to yours, you could feel body coming closer on top of yours as he softly kissed your lips. your eyes open wide at his shocking move.
the kiss wasn't too long, you definitely felt less drunk and a bit sober. "y- yedam, what was that for?", you were left quite speechless. "i don't know, i just felt like it... felt like it because I like you?", he confessed as he started blushing as well. "that makes two of us then...", you laugh quietly as he turned to you again. "what does that mean?", he asked. "not sure...", you teased and pulled the covers completely off of you.
"wow- very well then, y/n. i see how it is...", he got up and took the plastic bag and threw it on the bed as you picked it up. "why aren't you going home? it's late...", you asked him. "i might as well just sleep here then, goodnight!", he laughed as he lay down next you facing the other way. "yah! bang yedam!", you lightly slapped his arm.
maybe the next day you sure got closer and realised how you must have really felt for your best friend...
