Seven | Book 1 (An EXO fiction)

30.

In a pathetic attempt to distract myself from the two men in the hallway, I decided to try and drink enough to take my mind off of it for a while. Remembering the last time I got drunk, I make sure not to go too far with my alcohol intake and settle for finding a slight warm buzz. Having to focus most of my energy on making sure that I wasn't stumbling or slurring was doing an amazing job of keeping my thoughts at bay.

Like almost getting my dumb ass fucking kidnapped.

Kidnapped? Girlnapped? Womannapped?

"I am a woman not a kid..." I mutter to myself. I want to go back to my room. It's way too late, and it seems like the party still hasn't slowed down. If I can just get Chanyeol we can turn in early. I'm sure Solar would understand.

After having the thought, I look for said boy only to find Chanyeol 5 feet away eating what looks like his 15th jelly snack at the liquor table. My eyes widen at the amount of empty papers in front of him.

He's going to die.

I rush over and pull him by the arm away from the table. "Dude! How many of those did you eat?" I hiss lowly. He pops another in his mouth and then holds out his hands to count on his fingers.

"One...seven...twelve...five?" he utters confusedly while showing me all ten of his fingers. "I dunno I had a lot of the candy." I groan aloud. I can feel my own tipsiness fading hearing this from him. One of us needs to be sober enough to get us back to the room, and it obviously won't be him. I glance around the room full of people before pulling him down closer to my height.

"Chanyeol, those are jelly shots not candy."

He wobbles a bit on his feet. "That-That would explain why they tastedlikealcohol and not...um not candy." Giant idiot.

"God dammit. Let's go. You're going to be sick."

Hoping to escape before he can do anything stupid, I loop his arm around my shoulder and hobble away from the drinks. With a good 60% of my senses still intact I'm able to weave both myself and an absolutely hammered Chanyeol out of the crowded hall. It takes a lot of patience and encouragement on my side, but we are also able to make it up the large set of stairs that lead to the floor where my bedroom resides.

"Stairs are hard." He grumbles. I hum along to his random thoughts. "They...they just stand there and you have to climb on them...why aren't there moving stairs?"

"There are."

"What?!" I huff and pull open my bedroom door.

"They're called escalators Chanyeol." The lights flicker to life after sensing our movement, and I guide (more like drag) Chanyeol to my bed. He plops down on the blankets and nearly falls right back off the mattress.

"Do you think...that...that pillows would cry if they could?" I hum in encouragement and go to untie his shoes. Kneeling on the ground I place one dress shoe clad foot on my thigh and unlace it. "I think they would. They have such a...such a sad life." I nod along with him, tuning him out for the most part so I can focus on undressing him. I'm still fairly inebriated myself and I can't talk with him and also take off his clothing. "Nobody likes them until they want to sleep on them."

"Mhm." I untie the other shoe and slide both of them off of his feet.

"That's sad isn't it?"

"It is."

"I think your pillows wouldn't cry." He mumbles. I pause from taking off his second sock to give him a confused look. "You don't just like pillows because you can sleep with them." He lets out a heavy sigh and flops backwards on my bed. "I haven't ever cried since I became your pillow."