promised - kim namjoon

nineteen

Namjoon learned tonight that he now has a thing for beer.

Maybe it was just because it was his first time drinking, or maybe because he had taken a shot beforehand, or maybe (just maybe) it had to do with the face that he was drinking with Tsai, who looked like she was finally getting a little tipsy. What Namjoon knows for a fact, though, is that he likes beer, and wants more of it.

"Are you getting tipsy?" Namjoon asked Tsai, as he poured more beer into his glass. (Tsai thought they should measure how much they drank by the number of cups they finished, not the number of beer bottles. Tsai assumed that both her and Namjoon would be drunk before they even finished a second bottle, so she suddenly said 'Hey! Let's measure how long we get shitfaced using the number of glass cups we finish!')

"No, but I'm feeling the buzz right now," Tsai admitted, smiling as she downed her fourth glass of beer in one gulp. Namjoon thought she was trying to show off, but honestly, Tsai was trying to get drunk as fast as she could.

"How did you even manage to buy alcohol and get it on campus?" Namjoon wondered, sipping his glass.

"Liu's friend already had a case of beer in her room that she wanted to get rid of," Tsai replied, "so all I had to buy was liquor, which by the way, I'm not a fan of."

Namjoon laughed, downing the rest of his glass before he leaned back against the couch next to Tsai. He needed a breather before he could finish another bottle of beer, and plus, he wanted to sit back and realize how dumb he was. He had two lectures to go to the next day, and he was going to be so hungover that he can't even get out of his room.

"Okay, now I'm tipsy," Tsai hiccuped, giggling as she put down her glass. Namjoon didn't even realize she had poured herself another glass. "Do you know what I realized, Namjoon?"

"What?"

Tsai grinned, her cheeks red and her eyes a little glossy from the alcohol. She leaned towards Namjoon and patted the top of his head, as a mother would when congratulating a child.

"You haven't been smoking," she cheered, continuing to pat the top of Namjoon's head, "I haven't seen you with a cigarette in a long time. I forgot you even smoked. Plus, your clothes don't smell like cigarette smoke anymore."

"You told me you didn't like when I smoke," Namjoon blushed. He didn't exactly know why he was blushing, but his skin was getting warmer by the second. Most likely, it was just the alcohol working its way through his system, "Plus, Taehyung had slight problems breathing, even if I smoked in my room with the door close."

"So, you don't currently own any cigarettes, right?"

"Not a single one."

"Good job," Tsai mumbled in Korean, still patting the top of his head. Namjoon eventually had to grab her wrist and move it off of his head.

"The way you said 'good job' reminded me of how my older sister would have said it to me," Namjoon pointed out, a stupid grin on his face, "I miss that bitch."

"What's her name?"

"Suede."

Tsai's eyebrow raised. "Is that her American name?"

"She is American," Namjoon explained, "Suede is adopted, four months older than I am. She stayed in Korea because she found her soulmate there, and now she has a child."

"Wow," Tsai said, although she didn't even seem that excited.

Namjoon leaned forward and grabbed another beer, popping the lid off and drinking straight of the green bottle.