𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝕯𝖎𝖊 || Draken x Reader

XXII: 𝔈𝔞𝔰𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰

Stumbling on the doorstep, you barely managed to hold yourself upright before Draken's weight could pull you down to the floor.

"God, this is why I told you to go easy with the drinks," you huffed an angry breath at him as you fished out your keys to open the door. Draken just sat on the marbled floor of the hallway with a hand supporting his pounding head. He felt really dizzy and was even unable to stand straight. When you finally opened the door, you hoisted him up by putting his arm around your shoulder and helping him walk to the couch. He practically collapsed once his feet touched the carpet of your living room; good thing his body fell right on the velvet couch and not on the glass table.

"I'll go get water," you told him as he adjusted himself on the couch. He sat upright and spread his knees apart, with his left hand on the armrest and the other one dangling over the top rail. His head was tilted back as he let out a hum to indicate that he heard you. Shuffling to the kitchen, you poured him a glass of water with a few squeezes of lemon to get rid of his dizziness and his dehydration headache.

The ends of your gown kept getting tangled on your bare feet as you walked back to the chaise lounge where Draken was currently seating. You were steady enough to not trip on your own. That couldn't be said the same for your husband though. His eyes were fluttered close as he sucked in deep unrhythmic breaths. The glass of water pressed in your hand was now in his hold as he drank its content. His lightheaded disposition made droplets of water drop on his chin and cheeks. He gulped it in one go and exhaled an exhausted breath after.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah," he huffed out feverishly.

Rivulets of sweat ran down his forehead and neck. You did not know the scientific reasoning on how accumulating sweat and letting it dry on your skin can eventually give you a fever- just that you shouldn't let him stay in his clothes for now.

"You need to change."

"Huh?" Draken confusedly asked you with brows furrowed. "Where's the harm in drinking at parties?! Let me have some fun!" He thought you were referring to his habit of getting drunk and wasted because of a childish competition to see who could drink more alcohol initiated by Hanma.

You looked at him through tired eyes and muttered, "I meant your clothes."

"Ahh, okay."

Draken and Hanma weren't too fond of each other. Even though their positions in Toman required them to assist each other, the two never really got along well. It was due to past conflicts- but Draken was not one to bury the bygone days of their rivalry. Hanma liked to tease him about his fond hatred for the taller man. He was a joker who made it his entertainment to rile Draken up every chance he gets. This night, and those other times wherein the Toman executives get together, Hanma suggested a drinking game; ending up with him and your husband spilling wine all over the floor as the liquor overflew from the brim of their cups. You still didn't know who won from their drinking game.

"I'm gonna get you a new shirt," you proceeded to say as you took a step towards the bedroom, only to see that Draken was having a hard time unbuttoning his black vest. He had no problem undoing his tie as he tugged on it with his index finger and thumb. A sigh escaped your lips before you helped him unbutton his black vest; fiddling with the circular studs to remove it from his body. It was obvious that he would struggle to get his shirt undone too so you discarded it for him. His upper body was now bare, exposed to the flesh. You put the pieces of jewelry he wore on the table, as well as his fingerless gloves.

"Can you stop putting lemons in my water?!" He complained as he took another sip of the liquid mixture. The saltiness of the water did not amuse him whatsoever; if this was another fancy way of drinking water then he wasn't having any of it.