» 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: reserved university student cora struggles to grasp onto the values and ideas of her biggest dream;
falling in love.
her unfortunate past has continued to linger with her until the present day, making it difficult for her to mak...
hauling jeongguk the entire way to his apartment house was possibly one of the most physically exerting things i've ever done.
that man was a good 5'10 of pure muscle. and me not coming near as tall or strong as he was, made it a demanding challenge to support him back to his room.
the fact the alcohol in his system made him walk much sloppier didn't help either.
the ride up to his floor wasn't terrible, as i was able to throw him against the railings inside of the elevator, taking in much needed breaths.
i was also thankful that nobody else was in the elevator with us, since jeongguk thought it would be an amazing idea to start 'hugging' the wall, sighing as the coolness of the steel contacted with his flushed skin.
"what the fuck," i whispered under my breath, watching the bizarre sight unfold in front of me.
it took every fibre of my being to not snap a photo of him, purely for teasing purposes when he was sober. the elevator dinged as we arrived at the 9th floor. i was about to grab hold of him again but jeongguk tugged his arm away before pouting.
"i don't neeeed yourrr help," he popped the last letter as he stumbled out of the elevator, me trailing behind him with a wowed smirk.
i followed him as he led me to his apartment, pressing in the code to unlock the door.
"helloooo hooooome!" he exclaimed with a drunken smile as his wobbly body entered the room.
this jeongguk was very... interesting. all i knew is that he was going to have a mad hangover the next morning. a part of me didn't want to leave him until he woke up tomorrow, just to make sure he didn't need anything in the middle of the night... like a vomit bucket? i don't know.
"i'm soooo tired." the boy ran a hand through his hair while the other fanned himself, already making a beeline to what i assumed was him bedroom.
"woah, woah dude," my hand on his shoulder stopped him from going any further, "take your shoes off first," i pointed at them, making his weary eyes look down at his feet.
"mmmyeaaaah good ideaaa.." he mumbled as one of his feet started stepping on the back of his heel, trying to rid the shoe off his foot.
i watched him as i removed my shoes fairly quicker, frowning at his futile attempts.
"ok, ok, ok." i stopped him from doing imminent damage to his expensive looking combat boots, "i'll do it for you."
