Caffeine || CHOI SOOBIN FF

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜𝟛

~yohooo new ch. be excited??? idk??~

-Start of Chapter 43-

A/N's POV

Completely, utterly wasted.

One could consider her more drunk than the day of Hana's birthday.

Y/N is completely gone— head slumped on the table, her hair cascading down in a heap. If anyone glanced over, they'd think she had clocked out of the world for the night. Seojun leans back in his chair, arms crossed as he stares at the sight in front of him.

"Anddd she's gone." he deadpans, waving a hand dramatically over Y/N's head like he is announcing the end of a grand show.

Seoha shakes his head, chuckling. "Well, considering how much she's been working, I'm not surprised she drank this much. Poor thing."

Right on cue, the café door swings open, and in walks Soobin, still half-hidden behind his mask, is eyes quickly land on Y/N's lifeless form, sprawled across the table. His expression shifts from mild curiosity to immediate disappointment. Not this again...

"Hyung, you're here!" Seojun immediately stands up, practically shoving the responsibility in Soobin's direction. "Please take her away before she makes this table her new bed. Or worse, her new toilet to throw up into."

Soobin pulls his mask off, his gaze landing on Y/N, who is still dozing into her folded arms. His sigh is the definition of long-suffering. "Really? Again?"

He leans down, giving the girl a quick, exasperated once-over.

If he told himself the truth, he actually finds it cute. But before he lets that get to him, he pulls a chair in front of her.

"You're a mess, Y/N." he mutters.

Y/N, in her "beautifully"  inebriated state, lifts her head ever so slightly, her eyes glassy as she blinks at man in front of her. She beams, the kind of smile reserved for five-year-olds who just saw a puppy. 

"Soobinnieee..." she slurs, lifting her hand in what was probably meant to be a tender face-pat, but ended up as more of a weak poke to his chest.

Soobin's lips twitch upward for the briefest second before he shakes his head.

Y/N forces her head off the table, eyes still shut as if the world is too much for her to handle right now. She blindly leans into Soobin's shoulder, her body heavy against him. Soobin freezes for a moment, heart skipping a beat as he feels the warmth of her pressing into his side. His arm instinctively wraps around her shoulders, protective and gentle, trying to steady her.

"Soobinnn?" she mumbles sweetly, her voice soft and full of affection. It tugs at something in him, the way she says his name like that—like he's her safe place. Her home...

"Yes Y/N?" he whispers, a soft chuckle escaping him.

But before he can savour the moment any longer, Y/N's eyes shoot open and, in a burst of drunk energy, she grabs the collar of his shirt with both hands, shaking him with surprising force.

"Why are youuu boysss sooo loudddd all the timmeee!!!!!" she wails, slurring each word with exaggerated frustration. "Because of youuuu, I have a messed-up sleep routiiiineee, and my alaarm lost its jobbb!"

Soobin's eyes widen as she continues to rattle him, her drunken complaints far louder than any alarm she claims to have lost. 

He tries not to laugh but fails miserably. "Y/N, what are you talking about?" he says, still laughing as he gently pries her hands off his collar.