𝑬𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 | m.yg. ✓

스물 :: drunk

Present

Taehyung let out a deep sigh as he stared at the sleeping form of Bora. She was clearly knocked out right outside of a bar in tye middle of the night. A bartender saw her drunkly walked outside earlier and collapsed on the ground and began to snore. Luckily, the bartender rang his phone so he immediately dashed there.

"Yah, Bora." He tapped her while he was in a squatting position, hard enough to wake her up but alas, she was still snoring peacefully.

Taehyung held his temple with a hand in annoyance before he tapped her harder this time. "Bora! Wake up before I drag you across the road and leave you there," he threatened her.

However, she only groaned and shifted her position to the side since she was too drunk to talk or even to open her eyes.

The businessman rolled his eyes before he placed his hand under her neck while his other hand went under her legs before he lifted her up.

He groaned. "Jesus, just how much does she eat?"

He slowly and shakily made his way back to his car parked in the sidewalk before he gently placed Bora down on her feet. Her head instantly fell on his shoulder while he fished his pockets for his car keys.

Once he successfully unlocked the door, he opened the front passenger's seat and placed the knocked out girl inside. He pulled the seatbelt on her when he felt her hands crawling behind his back, which caused his weight to fall on top of her.

"Yah, Bora! What the fuck are you doing?" He hissed annoyingly, his chin was glued on her shoulder.

"Mmm...you're so fluffy...just stay put or I'll murder you," she murmured sleepily.

Taehyung didn't care so he pushed himself away from her and fortunately it was successful. He was panting as if he had ran a marathon race before he brushed away the dirt from his outfit then he ran his fingers through his hair to fix it. He glared daggers at the woman, who was still sleeping, oblivious of how pissed the man was.

"You're a piece of work, aren't you?" His question was directed to no one despite he was still giving the unconscious girl icy glares.

He scoffed before slamming the car door shut. He made his way around the car to get into the driver's seat before driving away to drop the woman off to her condominium.

•  •  •

Jimin watched her as she gleefully slurped all the noodles. They were both seating on high chairs just by the windows of the convenience store.

He propped his elbow on the table and turned his chair slightly to face the girl before he placed his chin on his palm whilst still watching her.

The girl suddenly choked and Jimin instantly passed her a bottle of water. "Jeez, Byeol, slow down. It's not like it's the end of the world or something."

"Sorry," she mumbled in embarrassment while wiping her mouth with a tissue. "It's just delicious so I can't help it."

The male scoffed before taking out his phone from the pocket of his jeans when he felt it vibrate. He opened his messages and saw that Yoongi sent him a message. Before he could open it to read it and reply to him, Byeol's voice caught his attention, making him keep his phone back.

"Jimin, can I ask you something?"

"You're already asking."

"I'm serious." She glared at him.

"Okay, okay." He laughed, raising both of his hands in surrender.

"Can I see you dance?"

Her request caught him off-guard. His smile slowly disappeared and he swallowed the lump that formed on his throat.

"R-Right here?"

"No, silly." This time she laughed. "When you go to your dance practice studio, I wanna see you dance. Or even at the park, or anywhere, you know."

"Why would you want to see me dance suddenly?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"No reason," she lied.

"That's impossible." Jimin squinted his eyes and scooted closer to her to inspect her face. "There must be a reason."

Byeol gulped, causing the male to shift his gaze to her neck then his eyes slightly widened upon seeing a bruise on the side. He felt his heart tightened a bit so he abruptly leaned away and avoided her gaze and settled them instead outside.

"Okay," he mumbled. "I'll take you to the studio to see me dance."

•  •  •

Bora woke to the sound of her own snore. The sun penetrated through the white translucent curtains of her condo's windows, forcing her to squint her eyes as to avoid being blinded by its sudden brightness. However, she felt another source of warmth holding her hand.

No, she was holding it.

Her head shifted to the other side, causing her to gasp abruptly upon seeing an unexpected yet familiar face. His face was so close to hers that she almost screamed but restrained herself.

He was in a peaceful slumber, his eyes closed and he used an arm as a pillow because his other one was being held by her own hand.

Her gaze trailed down to where her hand held his tightly. She wasn't sure why but she knew that it was her who initiated the action.

After Bora swallowed, a frown made its way to her face before she harshly pulled her hand away, causing the man to wake up abruptly.

"Jesus, what the—"

He stopped upon seeing Bora sitting upright, a disgusted expression etched across her face.

"What the hell are you doing here? Inside my condominium?" she demanded.

"Why don't you ask yourself?" Taehyung responded nonchantly, standing on his own feet and dusting away his clothes. "You're the one who begged me to stay last night?"

Bora snorted then laughed. "I did?" she sarcastically pointed herself. "Please, stop making stories when you can't make one?"

The former rolled his eyes. "You were so wasted last night that I had to drag your ass over here, 'cause you were sleeping on the sidewalk. I should've left you there."

"Why didn't you?" she abruptly asked.

The man gulped, avoiding her piercing eyes. "I had to."