Save Me

To Much?

She had just stepped out of the shower when she heard the buzzer from her system. Why did he have to show up early? She looked at her phone and realize that she was actually running late. She must have wasted more time thinking about things in the shower than she realized. Cree sent him a quick message before drying off and putting some comfy clothes. Going over to the monitor on the wall she hit the button letting Namjoon in. Quickly she cleaned up the living room getting any signs of garbage or stray clothes out of it. Soon there was a knock on her door making her much more nervous than she really should have been. Making her way across the room she checked herself one more time in the hall mirror before opening the door.

"Did you drown in the shower? I understand cleaning up after work but you had a whole hour before I came over."

"There you go being mean again." She pouted at him turning from him to go to the kitchen. "The living room is right there." She went to the freezer grabbing the bottle she bought a few days before pouring two cups of it mixed with a little bit of soda. Back in the living room she handed him one of the cup sitting awkwardly beside him on the couch.

"Should I turn on the TV, maybe a movie, some music? We can hang out in silence too."

"You don't have guys over much do you. If it makes you feel better, you can turn on some music. TV or a movie is too distracting I would rather have stayed home."

"Why are you always so mean about things?" She turned on some music from her phone.

"The guys say it's because I drink all the time so I no longer know how to filter what I say to make it sound nice."

"Why do you drink so much anyway? There must be a reason." He signed at her question staring at his cup before taking a big gulp. "If you don't want to tell me that's okay." She looked down at her own cup deciding the awkward atmosphere was too much and downed half of it. From the burn in her throat she had made it a little stronger than she intended.

Half the bottle later she finally felt the awkwardness was gone. He would talk to her about anything under the sun unless it was actually about any actual problems he might have been having. Her cheeks were probably pink and her eyes felt kind of heavy. She should not have kept drinking till she felt comfortable.

"You keep dodging the questions which are the whole reason you're here. Small chit chat no. I want to know the real stuff. Why you drink. Why you are so mean. You are killing yourself drinking so much. I thought you drank a lot but you drink more than that. You're going to get liver cancer or something."

"Why do you always talk like you know everything? Don't you ever get tired of being smart?"

"I love being smart. It's gotten me a lot of places. More places than alcohol will get you. Where do you work a gas station or something? No, no even there they wouldn't let a drunk work around something that could explode." She heard him inhale like he was going to yell at her again but instead his lips were against hers. He pulled back almost as quickly as he moved in.

"Sorry I just couldn't think of another way to make you shut up." Unsure if it was the alcohol or the fact that it had been a long time since she even kissed a guy, she found herself moving closer to him. Leaning in she kissed him putting her hand on his chest. His lips moved against hers and she could feel his hand against the back of her head. His other hand went just under her shirt resting on her side. Shifting she applied more pressure to his lips almost desperate. His tongue was warm and soft, though almost instantly it was gone. He stood up clearing his throat.

"I should go home now. It's getting late and you have work or class or something tomorrow." Not even having time to protest he was out the door. She mentally hit herself for being so stupid, how could she just do that? He probably thought she was just some easy American girl now. Stupid stupid, stupid.