With You

Chapter 8

*Takes a peak from my hiding place*

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Seri's Pov
"Uhhh..." I drop down on a bench and swing Luna's arm off me.
Carrying her wasn't easy, especially since she was drunk and asleep, placing the majority of her weight on me. We'd just gotten a few steps away from the stage, and thinking of the remainder of the journey makes me groan loudly.

Why did she have to take part in that stupid competition and get so drunk?

I glance at her, my brows furrowing in annoyance, but my lips form a little smile once I her drool and talk to herself like a child.

I slide down the bench and look above, taking in the beautiful, star-studded night sky. Seeing the sky makes me thing of a dimpled smile. I smile recalling how Yeonjun and Soobin were hugging each other on the stage, both drunk. If anyone had seen them at that time, they would have never thought that those two hated each other. I squint my eyes, disliking someone and hating them are two different things. I won't jump to conclusions since I don't know anything about those two or their past together.

I sit up in my seat and look at Luna again whose still mumbling in her sleep. I could make out 'Cute guy' and 'big dick'. I shudder. I had no interest in learning her love life, girl changed boyfriends as often you changed underwears. I take in a determined breath and nod. Even if it took a century, we were reaching home.
Home.
The thought of already calling this place home made me smile.
I rise up from the bench and stretch a little, popping my joints in the process, which were hurting from carrying her.

I take hold of her arms and try to lift her off the bench. I strain and pull with all my might, but it's no use.

"Get your ass up," I tell to her, trying to haul her up.

She mumbles protests, "Just five more minutes, eomma"

Okay. She was definitely very much drunk.

I let go of her arms, and she falls back onto the bench, curling up like a little baby. I breathe heavily and try to lift her again, but it was no use. Does she want to sleep here? I grit my teeth and try once more. I manage to get her back onto her feet but can't hold her up anymore. Just as I was about to take a few steps, I hear a familiar voice, which makes the hair at the back of my neck stand up.

"Need some help, babygirl?"