𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 | 𝐌𝐘𝐆

𝟎𝟖 | 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤

You lost count of how many times you ran into the wall.

Yoongi's full weight pressed against you as you supported him, his arm draped heavily around your neck.

The smell of alcohol was so strong it made you grimace, gasping for fresh air.

You kicked open your bedroom door, shuffling toward the bed. As you tried to lower him down gently, you lost your balance, falling right on top of him. He let out a deep groan at the impact.

"S-Sorry." You quickly apologized, scrambling to get up and back away. You kneeled, carefully removing his leather shoes as he continued to groan.

Yoongi managed to sit up, swaying unsteadily from side to side.

"Water..." he mumbled, his voice slurred.

"Okay, stay here." You gave him a reassuring nod before standing up to leave the room.

As you were halfway down the stairs, you heard a loud thud followed by a series of deep moans from the bedroom, causing you to bolt back up the stairs in panic.

You flung open the door to find Yoongi sprawled on the carpet, struggling to get up.

"Kang Gayeong, get back hereee!!"

Oh for fuck sake.

You facepalmed, taking a deep breath to collect your thoughts.

"Take it off..." Yoongi tugged at his tie in frustration, his fingers fumbling impatiently.

"Don't pull it like that!" You grabbed his hands, stopping him.

"I don't care, just take it off!" He looked up at you with a mix of annoyance and a childish pout. You quickly let go of him and started undoing his tie, tossing it onto the bed.

"This too..." He pointed to his shirt, signaling you to unbutton it, "Hot..."

"Uh—" Your hands hovered over him, unsure if following his instructions was a good idea.

"It's too hot in here..." He complained as he shifted restlessly on the carpet in discomfort.

"Don't lay here." You grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him upright. After some effort, you managed to get him back on his feet before slowly guiding him back to the bed. As Yoongi laid back down, he grabbed onto your wrist, making you fall on top of him again.

"AH—" You yelped when your forehead collided with his. You winced, shutting your eyes as you waited for the sting to fade before opening them again. He was staring at you, his breathing gradually slowing down.

"You're not Gayeong..." He mumbled, a bewildered expression on his face, "You're..."

"Of course I'm not." You quickly interrupted him, not wanting to hear the next word.

"Wife..."

The single word hung in the air between you as you found yourself lost in your husband's eyes, searching for any sign of sincerity or truth in his gaze.

"Let me go." You tried to pull away from his firm grip but he was too strong. At that moment, the doorbell rang sharply, adding to your frustration.

Yoongi's expression softened as he reached up with his free hand to brush a strand of hair away from your face. The gesture was tender, but it made you tense up even more, unsure of how to respond.

"Someone's at the door." You pulled away again, but this time Yoongi yanked you closer, hugging you tightly.

"MR. MI—"

"So warm..." Yoongi murmured as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his voice drowsy.

"Weren't you complaining that it was hot a while ago?!" Your frustration grew with the suffocating embrace and the uncontrollable ringing of the doorbell.  Whoever was ringing it was just asking to get killed.

"So annoying..." Yoongi grumbled, releasing you before covering his ears with his hands.

You gasped for air as you quickly sat up, brushing your hair away from your face before hurrying downstairs, almost tripping on the last step.

You swung open the door in irritation to see Gayeong standing there, an impatient look on her face.

"What took you so long?!" She yelled, hands on her hips.

"Why are you here at this hour?" You shot back, your jaw clenching in anger.

"Where's Yoongi?" She asked, not bothering to wait for a response as she pushed past you, stepping into the house.

"Upstairs." You rolled your eyes, watching the uninvited guest run up the stairs without another word.

"Guess my work here is done." You muttered under your breath, heading toward the guest bedroom. The sound of Gayeong's annoying voice drifted down the stairs, adding to your lingering frustration.

As soon as you reached the room, you shut the door and threw yourself onto the bed, exhaling loudly.

"What a night."