Wifi | Min Yoongi x Reader

44. Senses Working

You woke up with his arm lazily wrapped around you. He was knocked out, in your bed, and you were jealous of the fact he was still sleeping. 

The night was taking it's toll on you. However, it would punish him much more.

It was a miracle you got home safely.

After everything somewhere around 3AM, you two had tucked away into a bedroom. He surprised you, a lot actually. The amount of people that had seen you, cheered you on, had you convinced Yoongi would feel a bit off about his endeavor. 

Yet, he was even more confident. 

"Who said we couldn't be alone?" he teased you for your previous comment, since you'd said that it was impossible to be alone at a party "I like it this way better anyways"

"You're drunk"

"So are you"

He simply sat you on the bed. Everything was a bit hazy. The dimly lit bedroom felt like invading somebody's privacy. But in that moment, it stopped mattering. 

"Did you lock the door?" you asked

He raised your chin up to look at him. 

"Are we doing something people shouldn't see?"

You almost frowned, but his thumb went over your lips, catching between them and parting them gently. 

"How long have we been together?" he asked, point blank. In the spiked mood of drunkenness, you actually didn't know the answer.

"It feels like a day, don't you think?" he let you go "A day of forever"

"Hm?"

He sat next to you. His hand guided you to turn, to look at him. 

"A day that lasts an eternity" he whispered, pulling you closer "A day of forever"

He spoke those words, like they were a secret. He lingered close to your lips, brushing against them for a split second.

"Ah fuck" he laughed shortly, abruptly pulling away and falling back onto the bed

"Something wrong?" you legitimately wondered

"I'm drunk" he answered "And tired"

He fell asleep. You had to get Karo and E.J to help you out. Once he sobered up a little, you too grabbed a cab back to your apartment building. He was totally out of it once you reached your floor. That's when he started throwing up. 

The building cleaners would hate you. 

You just tucked him into your place, pretending as if he didn't just drop his soul on the hallway. He fell asleep, fully clothed, on your bed. 

"Fuck" 

You ventured to take your phone, however moving wasn't a good idea. It was already 2:34PM. 

Fuck.

Not that you had plans. You were blissfully carefree for this weekend. 

His morning breath overpowered the smell of liquor and it only made you feel slightly queasy. You were mostly nauseous from your hangover. It wasn't even that bad, it was just disgusting. 

It passed 3PM when Yoongi budged. He grumbled something and tugged at your shirt to bring you closer.

"What time is it?" his voice was hoarse as he asked

"Sometime past three" 

He rested against your chest, muttering how it didn't matter. You wrapped your arm around him, your hand resting on his head and your fingers twirling the strands of his ruffled hair.