itzy oneshots

feat. YEJI pt. 2 : can i move on?

published april 1, 2025. 9638 words

The crystal studs on the bottle shined under the occasional streetlight, adding to our inner thrill. There was something about the darkness that got us like animals.

I figured what she wanted to do, and I was fine with it-no second thoughts. "Now?"

Chaeryeong explained, "My friend surprised me... I waited until I wanted to open it." She politely offered me the first sip after she twisted it open. "If you want to try it, here."

I wanted to impress her, so I downed three big gulps, as if it was just a bottle of water. It burned like a chemical to the eye, but it wasn't anything new.

I wiped my mouth, indulging in the sight of her jaw hanging open as she stared at me. Consequently, I did it again.

"Hey, hey." She snatched it from me. "You're, like, a professional," she joshed, taking small sips. Her eyes wandered and picked up my body language, which mainly consisted of sinking into the seats. "Will you be okay?" she asked.

I hiccuped, the stupendous tang of vodka lingering in my throat as my stomach twisted uncomfortably. "I'll be fine." On top of that, my head felt light in contrast to my body. It was this strange, addictive part about getting drunk that kept me glued to it ever since my first ever sip.

Her customized nails skid across my chest, followed by a teasing pat.

Just like that, we pulled into her driveway as the iron gate cranked open.

My eyes scanned the two-story modern home, its powerful design complemented by a patch of soothing flowers out front.

The car door opened with the aid of her security, so we crawled out.

"Will you be needing a ride back home, ma'am?" he offered, his ample hands fit together in front of him.

Chaeryeong stepped in like her spidey-senses had kicked in and answered for me. "We'll see. If we're not back in five minutes, go." She casually hung off me by her elbow, her bright beam flashing as so were her spotless teeth.

We paced to the porch and eyeballed the flowers.

"Do you take care of them?"

My freezing hands were hidden deep in my pockets as she turned around, her spin sudden yet graceful-like she wanted to surprise me.

"Yes, I do. Are you holding up?" Her gaze ran behind. "He's looking over here..."

"I'm fine. I'm not feeling sick or anything," I groaned, the weight of speaking taking its toll. A chuckle escaped as I tipped slightly on my feet, blinking repeatedly to steady myself.

She slipped her arms around my neck, heat against my skin. "You don't look good..."

"I do look good." I tugged her closer, my arms hanging off her waist, the heaviness of the alcohol in my limbs.

She freed one arm to unlock the door, then directed me inside the living room. As the door clicked, she locked her arm through mine again.

"This is my home," she sang. "It's a little bit of a mess, but-" She darted us toward the couch, taking dibs to flop onto it first as she shrugged off her sweater. "Come here."

My mind raced, or rather it took its time. "I think I'll stay for some," I said, removing my jacket and throwing it over the arm of the leather couch. I rocked in front of her, my fingers playfully squishing her cheek. "Do I wake up tomorrow?" As I leaned forward involuntarily, I caught myself just in time.

My vision felt narrow, the edges blurred like vignette, and an exhaustion carried over me. Shit. I'm really drunk, I scolded myself internally all while aware I couldn't do anything about it. I wondered if I'd eventually pass out; how could I let myself get carried away like this in front of her?