Namjoon snorted, stroking Dayanah's hair as she laid on his chest, watching the videos he took the night before.
The hungover hit, hard.
"That was funny.."
"Why'd you let me embarrass myself like that !" She whined.
"It was either that, or either you'd assault me in the club."
"What ?" She asked, confused.
"You were horny as hell, that part wasn't really funny for me, but you kept asking me to fuck."
"And ?"
"And I said no because you said you didn't want to yet.. Damn you're really lightheaded."
"I said I liked to drink in college, not that I was good at that.."
He hummed in response, watching her scroll in his gallery, looking at all the different videos and pictures he took.
"By the way thanks for not giving in." She said, noticing how flirty she actually was when she was drunk, lips slightly parted out of shock at the images rolling on his phone.
"Yeah give me props because it wasn't easy at all."
She snorted, looking up at him.
"Strong man."
"Strongest soldier out there.. Now go get ready." He said, giving her back a small pat.
"For what ?"
"Yachting, what else ?"
She gasped, supporting herself on her arms but hissing at how fast she did it with a hungover.
"I get to shake my ass on a yacht ?"
"Whatever you want." He answered, memories of the past night flooding his mind.
She pecked his lips, getting up from the bed.
"Thanks Joonie~"
He hummed before sighing, questioning himself.
'Am I really the strongest soldier out there ?'
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