He got beef

Bittersweet

"Y-N, can you hear me?"

Wow, that line sounds truly dramatic if you don't have any context to work with. I wonder what kind of scenario you're imagining right now. Maybe I just got run over by a truck, and the love of my life came running up to me with tears in their eyes, asking me with desperation in their voice as they shake my unmoving corpse;

"Y-N, can you hear me?!"

Or maybe I just walked into a lamppost and I damaged my hearing to the point where I became deaf. My mom saw the whole scene unfolding itself before her eyes and is now on her knees, crying;

"Y-N, can you hear me?!"

None of these actually happened. What really went down is this.

"Y-N, can you hear me?"

"Ofcourse I can fucking hear you, it's not like I'm wearing earplugs you dumbass."

The problem was not my hearing, but rather my vision. The only thing I was able to see was the inside of the Dairy Queen soft serve costume I was wearing. A giant inflated ice cream cone, if you will. Namjoon brought in some promotional mascot costumes, and of course I was the one who was going to have to wear it since it was exactly my size.  What a coincidence.

"Wow don't need to get all sassy." Namjoon gave me, (the obese ice cream cone), a hard push, sending me flying towards the sliding doors of the restaurant and falling through them with a loud bang as I was not able to stop myself from tipping over.

I was unable to stabilizing myself, trying to stand up and slipping once more, rolling to the floor like a freaking barrel. Namjoon just snorted and poked the costume with his foot, making me roll out of the room slowly.  "You should drink less." he howled as he clutched onto his stomach when he saw me trying to push my heavy body from the floor and failing miserably. "Your alcohol problem is really getting out of hand." 

I'm glad this was all so hilarious to him, because to be honest, I was not having a good time. 

When I finally manage to grasp one of the restaurant tables, I pulled myself up with the greatest difficulty and unscrewed the smiling head of the ice cream cone from its body, revealing my own red, sweaty and very annoyed face. "I'm going to fucking murder you." I hissed at him as I stalked up to him threateningly.

That didn't work out by the way. Because first of all, I wasn't able to go faster than approximately 1mph since the costume had some kind of zero gravity effect on me and I felt as I was trying to sprint through water. Second of all, you can't look threateningly whilst wearing an inflatable ice cream costume. That just doesn't work out. 

I was out of breath when I had finally reached Namjoon, who, in his turn, just looked down at me with a goofy grin on his face, showing off those crater deep dimples of his that I secretly envied a lot. He stroked my head with his monstrously big hands, messing up my hair even further. (if that was even possible) Then giggled at me when I gave him the stank eye. "You look so cute." he squealed as he grabbed his phone and squished us together to fit in a selfie. 

Satisfied with his picture, he put his phone back into his pocket and grabbed a stack of coupons before pushing them in my hands. "You take these outside and hand them to every single person you come across. Don't take no for an answer. If they won't take one, shove it down their throats."

Man, I didn't know we were going to take the aggressive route. I thought I was supposed to be a cute ice cream cone promoting Dairy Queen, not a Jehovah witness. 

Whatever.

At least I get paid for this.

Namjoon dramatically opened up the restaurant's front doors for me, which was my cue to leave. (read: my cue to wobble out of the store like a stranded whale) I immediately started handing out coupons and even managed to usher a couple of people into the store within the first 10 minutes. Namjoon just kept lurking at me from the window next to the cashier, throwing me the occasional thumbs up every now and then.