part 2 (y/n's pov)

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by thelovelibrary

by thelovelibrary

                                    
                                              Your whole body is tensed up and frozen, and your lips make a pathetic attempt at forming words.
Before you can pull away, the man is knocked out cold on the floor of the club.
Your eyes widen and you turn to your left to see H/n dusting off his knuckles.
You've never seen him this mad before.
"H/n?" Your voice is soft, you don't want to anger him any more.
His eyes flicker to yours, but the fury in them vanishes, replaced with a worried gaze.
"Are you okay?"
You mutter, "I want to go home."
H/n nods at your request, "Let's go. I'll escort you out. Don't worry, I won't let anyone else lay a finger on you."
You start walking towards the exit but the alcohol has finally settled; your steps are wobbly and you feel the weight of your body lunge for the floor.
"Get on my back."
"What?"
"You can't walk. I'll carry you."
"I'll manage."
"You can get on my back or would you prefer bridal style?" His expression is serious.
"Fine.." You pout, climbing onto his back.
The nostalgia hits you even though you're drunk.
"It's been a long time since you did this." You mumble before you let your head lean against his back while you drift off.