On Thin Ice

Chapter 11- Green-eyed want

(Y/N) POV:

"You could've said you weren't making it back to hyung's... do you know how hard it is to wrestle back a drunk hyung on a rampage?"

"What?"

"He suddenly decided in the middle of the night that he was so sure you hadn't left the club so he had to go back and check... do you know how fucking hard it is drunk-wrestling with a guy whose got a lot more strength than you can tell?"

My lips twitch.

"I messaged!"

And I had. Somewhere between the blur of the taxi ride to the dorms I remember typing out the text twice. Once to Koo. Once to Hobi.

"A drunk hyung isn't in the frame of mind to read texts!" indignant as he scowls down at me, a grimace of distaste as he processes the scattered clothes and the very lack thereof of them underneath as I stretch and twist. Leisurely sinking into them. Feel a hard yank at my bared leg, a yelp when it jostles me.

"That's disgusting. Go shower and put clothes on. Sleeping in dirty sheets." The words hissed with a sharp, crackling scowl, mouth hard as he stares unimpressed.

"I had a long night."

"Gross... nothing excuses poor bed manners! Get into the shower gremlin."

"Way to make a feel girl feel special first thing." I croak, voice slightly hoarse, groaning at the tightening grip of his hand at my ankle. A reminder that he won't let up.

"If you wanted the pillow talk or the blind flattery that your face first thing doesn't look like my worst nightmare then maybe you should be training Park." Snorting as he gives my calf a pinch, lips curling smug at the yelp and the way my leg kicks out but his hand grips too easily.

"I'm your worst nightmare? That's not very nice Koo—I thought I was your dream at least." I mumble into the pillows before twisting round to lie onto my back. Too content and comfortable to get up despite the impatience in his eyes glimmer with.

"Oh trust me (Y/N) nothing here is dreamlike. Come on—get up!"

"Kooooo it's too early to be roleplaying playing Spartan and damsel in distress... though if you keep it up, I will very much be in distress if you make me get up."

"You big baby!" shock in his voice as he huffs, an incredulous sound.

"And there's no roleplaying... if you're awake enough to—"

"No no I'm asleep, I'm asleep." I burrow back into the sheets, wrenching them overhead, twisting to hide from the shadow of his looming figure growing closer, eyes clenching shut even though I can sense him leaning down, can sense his presence even from under the blanket, can feel the baited half-second of anticipation before he mercilessly drags the blanket down and off my face.

"Heartless!" I complain, twisting away from him.

But in the next instant the pillow under my head is yanked away.

"Koo!"

"(Y/N)!" he echoes back with a pitchiness that makes my eyes clench shut, flinching away from the shrillness of the sound and twisting to burrow back into the sheets. To somehow physically meld with the mattress and the blanket I try yank up but a tight grip refuses to relent at until suddenly—cold air makes my skin pebble, a startled yelp and the duvet suddenly being shoved up from where it's slid low down my back, arm covering my front.

Scowling as I shuffle upright.

"Nothing you haven't seen before." Pillow tossed abruptly at my face, blowing at the hair in front of my face, fingers brushing it back as I flop back onto the pillows, adjusting them back round.