𝑴𝒊𝒏-𝒆 || Min Ho x Reader

✧˖° | 19

I danced. I was responsible. I didn't have any alcohol—not after getting scolded by my mom for Ray's party—but the same couldn't be said for a certain someone.

"Heyyyy, __," said Min Ho at the end of the night.

I'd only seen him twice the entire time, and now there was definitely something off.

"Hi. You threw a great event, congrats," I remarked.

"Congrats?" he repeated slowly.

Immediately, I took this as a chance to apologize. "I wanted to say sorry for yesterday. I was just angry for no reason, and I should've listened to you when you tried to explain the situation."

He blinked very fast a couple more times before nodding slowly, like I was hypnotizing him, and it was working.

"Yeahhh. Yeah, yeah. That was stressful. But it's fineee."

"Okay then— are you drunk?"

"NoOooO."

He was definitely tipsy.

"Oh, my god, you idiot! Yes, you are."

He giggled and tapped my nose playfully. "You're delusional."

Trust me, I know.

"How are you drunk??" I snapped. "Weren't you the one yelling at people for bringing in alcohol!"

"I'm not drunk," he stated, drunk. "I've been sober this entire time."

"Did someone give you alcohol without you noticing?"

Min Ho shook his head. "No, the only thing I've been drinking is, like, grape juice or something." He rolled his eyes. "Stop doubting meee. I would never get drunk at my own party."

"Well then who brought in alc—" Ah. Q.

Realization wasn't a pleasant feeling. Q and Florian must've poured it in and been to busy babysitting Kitty to notice they gave Min Ho it, I thought with an internal groan. I didn't blame them, honestly. Kitty was a lot of work when she was drunk.

"I'm fine!" His voice was smooth, but he looked a little unsteady.

"Come on. Let's go. You can't be caught in public like this." I grabbed his hand and brought him to a corner. He stumbled after me.

I turned around to face him, but it seemed his legs weren't cooperating because—

BAM! He slammed right into me.

And we were in a corner.

He clearly realized this too, but he faced me again with a sloppy grin.

"Are we gonna kiss now?"

"You can kiss the wall, Min Ho." I retorted, slipping out of his arms. "I'm leaving."

"Wait, I can't leave, it's my party—"

"Well I'm going."

"Fine, I'm coming toooo."

"Good." That was my plan.

He followed me as I left the venue.

"What are you doing?" he asked as I pulled out my phone, his words still slurring.

"Calling us a taxi," I muttered.

"Great, we can kiss in the taxi." he commented with a smirk. He was bold when he was drunk.

"I'm not sure if I love or hate drunk Min Ho." I interjected, offering my shoulder to him. When our taxi came, I forced him to get in first.

"Waiit, ladies first." he whined.

I shoved him down. "Just get in the car!"

He continued to whine as I lowered him in. "Watch your head, imbecile." I grumbled.

"Again, with the progressively shady nicknames." he complained.

"I find them funny." I turned to the driver. "To the Korean Independent School of Seoul, please."

"You're so responsible." he mumbled. I sighed and leaned back against the cold leather seat.

"I didn't even see you the whole time, or else I would've stopped you."

"I was avoiding you," he admitted, causing my head to snap in his direction. "I just didn't want to face you."

I watched his eyelids flutter and close and open like he was trying to stay awake. Thankfully, our taxi soon dropped us off at KISS, and I helped him out.

We somehow made it up flights of stairs and to his dorm room (with difficulty), where I set him down in his bed.

"The prettyboy is drunk and needs someone to tuck him in." I taunted. He smiled with his eyes closed.

"Now we're even."

Yes, we are. I hadn't forgotten that he'd gotten me out of trouble the last time we were at a party. The leaked photos were what started the dating rumors in the first place.

Gently, I took his green blazer off his body and set it aside.

"Can you unbutton your shirt yourself?" I asked.

He grinned. "No."

I scoffed. "That's so stupid. I'm not doing it for you."

"But I can't sleep like this."

I bit my tongue so I wouldn't start hopelessly arguing with a drunk Min Ho. Slowly, I loosened his shirt, one button at a time, focusing on anything but him.

The ceiling looks rather nice today. The walls look very wall-like. The floor is very wood-y.

After I helped him take it off, I closed the lights, hoping he couldn't see me blushing furiously. "I hate you, go to sleep, and please don't wake up." I grumbled.

"Sweet dreams to you too, love." he murmured back. I stiffened for a moment before shutting the door and letting him be.

He's drunk. You can't believe anything a drunk person says. And Min Ho's always drunk, even without alcohol.

My mother's voice rang in my head.

"Drunk words are sober thoughts."

How long did I have to put up with our weird relationship flirting?

With a sigh, I reached into my bag and realized Kitty's phone was still there.

Oh. I'll have to give it to her tomorrow.

Her lock screen was a picture of her family from at least ten years ago. I knew that because her mom was in it.

I smiled to myself when I saw toddler Kitty grinning back at me.

Speaking of that, I should check up with my parents... and see if my dad has answered my emails yet.

When I got back to my dorm, I put Kitty's phone on her desk and opened my laptop. It turns out my dad had emailed me back that very morning.

Hey __,

I'm sorry we couldn't spend Chuseok together. I'll think about when we can meet up.

Talk soon, Dad

It was obvious he just didn't want to see me. I was a reminder of his life before moving to Korea, and I was a reminder of my mom and their almost nonexistent marriage. Love that for me.

It's whatever. I don't need him anyways.

I thought about the fact that I had a (fake?) boyfriend and actual friends and a supportive environment and knew it was true.

I can take care of myself. 

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a/n ~ sorry lol i forgot to incorporate the dad in the storyline ⋆˙⟡♡

XO, liv__ing