Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Light Weight (AU)

Aris's P.O.V

Two minutes. I left her alone for two minutes, and now I didn't know where she was. No amount of asking, calling, or texting did any good. Just like that she had vanished in the middle of Minho's party for at least an hour now. I knew this would be a bad idea, but he made a very good argument. The argument of "you never do anything with us so you come before I make you" or something. Since I didn't want to be alone I brought Y/N. Now I have lost Y/N. Great. Amazing. I'm having such a good time looking for my girlfriend in this crowd of people with loud music ringing in my ears.

As I went to check the backyard again someone grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. Coming face to face with Minho, there was some sort of panic in his eyes.

"Before you say anything, how could we have known that she was a lightweight?"

"What did you do?"

"She's fine, but uh, you gotta take her home. If she says your name one more time I am going to vomit."

"What the hell could you have done to her in an hour?"I sighed.

"Just take her home."

"I will if you tell me where she is."

"Front porch."

Not really replying, I went to get her before he called me. Turning around, I asked what he could possibly want. "You should still come to-"
Nope. I'm out.

Walking past the crowd of wasted teenagers and more obnoxious music, I squeezed through. Finding the front door, I opened it and looked for her. Stepping out, I almost instantly felt a pair of arms around my neck.

"I love you,"She sort of slurred out. I guess she's not hammered so that's better than I expected. She's just tipsy.

"Come on. It's time to get you home,"I said, patting her back.

"No,"She argued.

"You can't stay here."

"I don't wanna go home. I wanna go with you,"She clarified.

"Then, we'll do that,"I promised, putting her arms over my shoulder. Leaning against me, I looked at her only to realize something very important. "What happened to your shoes?"

"Shoes are for the weak,"She said firmly. At least her completely reasonable opinions are easy to understand. She also has socks on. Then again, that wouldn't do much.

"Come on. You can't walk barefoot,"I pointed out. Picking her up, I started carrying her bridal style to my house while really wishing that I had my own car. Mainly because I'd rather not carry a tipsy Y/N twenty minutes to my house.

"Mine,"She mumbled, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and cuddling into my neck.

"Yes. I am,"I promised, pulling her close for fear of dropping her to the concrete. "Did you have fun?"

"No. You left me."

"Y/N, I did not leave you. I was looking for you."

"No."

"No?"

"You left because you don't love me."

"This is news to me. I've always felt very in love with you,"I shrugged.

"No."

"No?"I repeated with an amused grin.

"It's not funny,"She insisted.

"You're right, you're right. I'm sorry,"I apologized, holding back my smile. With that seeming to satisfy her, she wrapped her arms around me just a little tighter. Accepting it, I repeated sweet nothings the entire way home to apparently make up for abandoning her.

Not that I minded. I could tell her how much she means to me until the end of time.