The Boy From Two Doors Down

Chapter 6

"Am I some sort of meal to you, now?" She breaks the silence in a low soft tone, still tilting her head.

"What? N-no-" Hoseok stutters, taken aback. "I-"

"You can say it." she cuts him off. "We both know what was happening out there." Her smirk began to stretch. Her fingers slowly extend out towards his, gently brushing them up his hand. Another spark fires off at the feel of her touch.

"Su-mi..." Hoseok's expression pales, feeling uncertain of what was happening. "Fuck, you're drunk."

"I couldn't help it, you know. I took one more shot while you were in here." Her finger tips continue to move up his arm. Her eyes follow along, making her index and middle finger move like little legs as she makes it to the center of his chest. Her eyes flicker up again, piercing her drunken gaze into his.

Hoseok throws his head back, exhaling a sigh as he shakes his head.

"Don't. You're really drunk." He groans. "Even though I desperately want you to keep going."

"And?-" She dismisses his comment, now dragging her finger tips up towards the base of his neck.

Hoseok reaches up, grabbing her by the wrist, stopping her from going any further. He holds it stiffly up in the air, tightening his grip as a warning.

"I'm taking you home. The night is over." He reaches for the doorknob with his other hand but Su-mi steps in the way, blocking his reach.

"No. I don't want to. You said earlier that I could leave whenever I wanted." She protests with slurred words.

"You're too drunk! Damn it, I told you not to take another shot." He hisses through his teeth. He wasn't angry at her, though. The thought of Yoongi possibly pressuring her was what made his blood begin to boil.
"You don't realize what you're doing-"

"I'm not going anywhere!" She continues to stand her ground, refusing to move out of place.

Hoseok, still holding her by the wrist, pulls her forcefully close to him. Her chest bumps against his and their faces are now separated by only a couple of inches of space. His height towers over her. He gazes down at her, parting his lips as he leans close to her ear.

She could now feel his warm breath brush against the edge of her cheek. She stays frozen, unable to move.

Hoseok doesn't say anything. Instead, he reaches over to her side, aiming for the door to unlock it, then slowly turns the knob.

The noise of the music from the living room floods the bathroom as he pulls the door open. He tilts his head, motioning her to step out first. He slowly releases his grasp as she complies, taking the first steps out. She doesn't say a word.

He watches the helpless girl hold herself up as she stumbles her way down the hall.

"Eyyyyy! There she isssss!" Yoongi's hollers while struggling to hold his arm up. His slurred words are just as sloppy as his movements as he tries, but fails, to get up from his seat. Everyone is just as plastered-- Some were already passed out, Others were outside in the hallway, the rest snacking in the kitchen.

Hoseok quickly ups his pace, reaching out to grab ahold of Su-mi before the poor girl possibly trips and hurts herself. No one else seemed to notice them reappear into the room. If they did, they didn't bother to say anything as they were too f*cked up to care.

He feels Su-mi pull from his grasp as she stumbles over a chair laying in the middle of the floor. Thanking his fast reflexes, he was luckily able to catch her before injuring herself.