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Drunk | Heesun |취한

I chuckled to myself, already knowing what was coming. Heeseung's giggles were contagious, and even though he was tipsy, he always had the most random questions to ask when he was like this. I had learned from previous experiences that once he got started, there was no stopping him.

"What's that, hyung?" I asked, playing along despite the fact that I had a pretty good idea.

Heeseung turned his flushed face toward me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "A clock!" Heeseung exclaimed loudly, his voice almost too high-pitched for his usual calm demeanor. "It has hands, and legs... but it can't walk!"

Heeseung burst into a fit of giggles as if he had just delivered the most groundbreaking joke of the century. His laughter echoed through the small van, filling the space with a lightheartedness I hadn't felt all evening.

I rolled my eyes, trying to stifle my own laughter. "You're so ridiculous, hyung," I muttered with a smile, shaking my head as his laughter continued. Despite his tipsy state, I couldn't help but find his antics endearing.

Heeseung snuggled into me a bit more, still giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush. I could practically hear his heart beating faster as he leaned in closer. I adjusted in my seat, trying to make myself more comfortable with the added warmth from his body. "You really are a handful when you're like this," I said with a sigh, but my tone was light, and a fond smile played at the corners of my mouth.

He grinned even wider, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red as he rested his head against my shoulder. "But you love me, don't you?" he asked, voice laced with playfulness, though there was an almost childlike vulnerability in his words. He stared up at me, his drunken gaze soft but hopeful.

I glanced down at him, feeling a mixture of amusement and affection. Heeseung always had this uncanny ability to make everything feel lighter, no matter how chaotic or stressful things were. Even now, as he clung to me like a drunken mess, I couldn't bring myself to be annoyed with him.

"Of course I do, hyung," I replied, my voice softer now, filled with warmth. "You're like a walking disaster, but you're my disaster."

Heeseung let out another loud giggle, clearly pleased with my answer. "I'm not a disaster, I'm just... charming," he said, his words slurring just slightly.

I couldn't help but laugh along with him. "Charming, huh?" I teased, ruffling his hair. "You're definitely something, that's for sure."

The van hit a bump in the road, making Heeseung wobble slightly, but he quickly regained his balance, grinning at me with all the confidence of someone who hadn't had too much to drink. "I'm not tipsy, okay? I'm just... relaxed," he said, his tone exaggerated as he tried to sit up straighter, but failing miserably.

I rolled my eyes again, but this time, I couldn't help but laugh along with him. "Sure, hyung, sure. Whatever you say."

The van was filled with the soft sound of Heeseung's giggles as I sat back in my seat, trying to get comfortable while he leaned even closer. I could feel the warmth of his body, the faint scent of alcohol mixed with his cologne. Despite the late hour and the exhaustion from the party, there was a comfort in this moment. It was nice, in a way, to just be here with him, even if it was a little chaotic.

After a few moments of silence, broken only by Heeseung's occasional giggle or comment, I found myself growing more and more fond of his drunk antics. He was completely unpredictable like this, but that was what made him so endearing. When he was sober, he was serious, often the calm presence in the group, but in this state, he was a different person-giddy and free.

I looked out the window, watching as the lights of Milan passed by in a blur, the city still alive despite the late hour. The van's interior was warm, cozy even, and for a moment, I let my mind wander. Heeseung's voice broke the silence again, softer this time.

"Do you ever wonder what would happen if... if we weren't in this group?" he asked, his tone much more serious than I expected.

I blinked, glancing down at him, a little surprised by the sudden shift. He was looking up at me with those big, tired eyes, as though he was reflecting on something deeper. "What do you mean?" I asked, genuinely curious.

Heeseung hesitated for a moment, then shrugged lightly. "I don't know. I just think... sometimes it's hard to imagine life without all of us together. We're like a puzzle, you know? Each of us brings something different to the table."

I chuckled at the analogy, thinking about how true it was. "Yeah, I get it. But we're a pretty good puzzle," I said, smiling down at him.

Heeseung smiled too, his eyes softening as he relaxed into my shoulder again. "Yeah... we are," he whispered.

We both grew quiet then, the noise of the city outside the van muffled by the soft hum of the engine. I let out a quiet breath, content in this moment, knowing that no matter what, we'd always have each other.