𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 • Nine the fox

Drunk Lover

So! This isn't in the ideas list because I have written this way before! I decide I publish this first while you guys wait for me to write more contents for him!

This also have some spicy content in it so A HEADS UP!

AGAIN I am telling you guys everyone is above 18!

[The pic isn't mine btw]

Summery; Y/n got a little bit drunk and cross a little line~

You stumbled your way through the dimly lit subway, your footsteps echoing against the walls as you automatically made your way towards the metal door. It was the middle of the night, a time when the subways weren't even operational, but you didn't care much about it. Beside this subway was abondent a long time ago, where Nine thought his new place would be better if it's here. Where no one can bother him while he works. You weren't in a state to care anyway. In fact, you had caused quite a bit of trouble on your way here.

Pausing for a moment, your unfocused gaze fell upon the walls, noticing the old scratch marks that adorned them. Lost in your own world, you were suddenly snapped back to reality when Nine, grumbled and firmly tugged at your arm. You winced at his grip but didn't complain. Nine was furious about your careless actions throughout the evening, alongside your highly drunk state. However, his grip softened slightly, and he shook his head, scolding himself. It seemed that he always had to intervene before you put yourself in danger. Y/n was completely dependent on his help in such a state, but what frustrated Nine more was your reckless attitude and the constant consequences he had to deal with. As if he didn't have more important matters to attend to.

However, yelling at you at that particular moment would be pointless. He needed to calm down himself, not to mention deal with more pressing matters at hand. Tapping the password on the door with his metal tail, Nine turned to drag you inside but noticed that you were perilously close to falling onto the rail line. Panicking, he lunged forward, grasping your arm and forcefully pulling you back to safety with a grunt. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as you lay on the ground, your innocent face contrasting with the danger you had almost faced. Nine rubbed his face in annoyance, allowing his tails to gently wrap around your form, and carefully drag you back inside the metal door, which slid shut behind them.

He continued to assist you throughout inside, making sure you didn't trip too often or fall over. However, your constant loss of balance and tripping over your own feet tested Nine's patience. Finally, they reached his room, and he unceremoniously threw you onto his bed, paying no mind to how you landed in the darkness. You groaned in response. "You're sleeping. Now," Nine stated firmly, throwing the blanket on you before shutting the door. He ignored your muffled protests from within. He knew that neither of them were in any position to fight back; he was both mentally and physically exhausted. Although he would never admit it, especially when he had work to do, Nine couldn't deny the weariness that lingered within him.