Your Too Sweet [Konigx Reader] ||UnknownRabbit||

10

Street dark and silent, passing lights from vehicles is the only way to break the nightly silence. Dane stumbling side to side despite me holding her arm and even that led me to move in a zombie-like walk, staggering with the drunk woman —both of us are. 

“Move! Drainage, drainage, DANE DRAINAGE.”. Her laugh filling the air as she try to stagger to the side, her body leaning fully to the other side that I am too sure that if she stagger towards my side where in between us is the fucking drainage with rushed water, uncovered. Her drunk state kept her smiling and I'm right here freaking out. 

We didn't move even a little since she started to sway to regain her balance. “Wait…Hands off.” she said, but not in clear and logical thinking can I do that. Her body shakes off my hand and I let go just as she asks, her pointy finger raised as if telling me to watch as she completely takes her bodily control. Glowy smile welcomes me as she keeps her arm spread as if she is God for taking the intoxicated body in control in which she always couldn't. I laugh at the display, her eyes looking at me with all seriousness that a drunk person can give. 

“Drinking is a trainable skill. And I improve.” She stated. Rosy cheeks and her white skin look so red indicating how drunk she is, drunk enough to do unhinged and no normal people would do. 

“We should get you home.”. Letting her go home in this state is bad. I'm thinking of letting her stay at my place for the night but the woman in question shakes her head at me like a child. 

“One more drink.”, walking towards her and shaking my head as I take her arm and gently guide her to the safer side.

“No. One more time, Y/n. One last bottle.”. My brow rose to her attempt to look cute and sway me. It's working by the way. 

“Where in the hell are we going to get another bottle.” I look around to see if there is some kind of small bar or a convenience store and sure one there is, a small walk away from where we stand. Her body swayed to each side and each sway was far more heavy and reckless. 

Her eyes squint and lean forward, her body swaying forward as well in which I quickly grab her before she faceplant the ground. 

“Mini Store”, she read and I looked back. My tongue snapped at her eyes. She got some pretty good eyesight despite being intoxicated. 

Without a second thought we bought and mixed soju peach, grapefruit and a mogu mogu lychee in a packed plastic cup with ice. We hit the road while sipping. Not a good idea. Too late for second thought cause we are halfway towards the building of my apartment. 

Not a good idea. I'm getting drunk and even my own weight is dragging me down everytime I walk. 

We looked like some stray zombie at the side of the street with a plastic cup in hand with some jelly cut in a pink liquid, looking like juice instead of liquor. 

  “Son of a bitch.” 

  “What?” 

Her eyes are glassy and watery. Mascara flick lashes framing her beautiful brown eyes. It didn't last long until water works came kicking in. The sujo mixed drink amplifies  her emotion and the mood is so right. She stopped walking with the drink almost spilling to the brim as she tilted it forgetting that her cup is still mid full. 

“Sorry?”, she crotched down as she started sobbing. Her hair that frames her face tucked behind her ear. Helpless, and broken. It wasn't like the Dane I knew, it is another woman who is just as overwhelmed as I am. Drunk, tears and tiredness all pooling in her brown eyes. Headlights flash to her face softly in a quick second. 

“Y/n…”, her eyes look up to the big dark sky like a ceiling and we are stuck inside a black colored box. “I lied.” My brow rose. 

“What?”. As drunk as I am, I still know that this is all heavy for her. I crotch to her level. Both of us just at the side walk of the almost empty street with the occasional headlight spotting us as drivers pass by.