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2. I Hope I'm Doing This Right

"See? I told you." She uselessly scolded him. "Great. How the hell am I supposed to do anything when you just randomly drop your ass in the middle of the sidewalk so casually? Ugh!" She grunted as she pulled and pushed at the dead weight of the body on the ground, trying to get him into a sitting position.

She unwrapped the scarf around her neck and tied it tightly around his waist to control the bleeding, then buttoned and tied his long coat to help hide it in case anyone passed.

She stood over his unconscious body with her hands on her hips. Her eyes squinted and her lips pressed into a hard line as she tried to figure out how she could get this man up and get to her apartment on her own. From what she could tell he seemed thin but was quite a bit taller than her, so even if she could get him on her back, she'd likely still have to half drag him down the street, through the lobby and up the stairs of her building.

"Fuck it." She said out loud to no one in particular. "Let's just give it a shot and see what happens."

She positioned herself in front of him, facing away and slung his arms over her shoulders from behind. She grabbed his hands tightly and tried to pull him up on her back. She jerked her butt out and yanked him forward with her shoulders trying to use the momentum to get him up, but it didn't work. She squealed as she fell back on top of him and rolled off.

Her legs kicked at the air before she abruptly stood up, brushed herself off and let out an aggravated sigh. She tried again, working to sit him up and get in front of him. This time she squatted and planted her feet, leaning forward with her body weight, hoping to counter his and lift him on her back. Except she lost her grip on his arms and flung herself forward, not having time to shield her face before is slammed into the concrete.

"Aish damn it!" She cursed as she held her forehead. She sat with her elbows resting on her knees, trying to catch her breath and come up with a better plan.

"What are you doing?" A familiar voice questioned.

"Ajussi!" She shouted in relief at the sight of her neighbor and stood up, trying to hide her mangled face with her hair. "Ajussi, please help me."

"I told you not to call me that. What happened to you? Who is that?" He pointed at the man's slumped over form.

"Ah, sorry, Jinyoung." She corrected herself. He was only a few years older than her but she often referred to him as ajussi because he seemed mature and fairly put together for his age, but he hated it. "That's my...boyfriend." She needed some excuse as to why she would be bringing some guy up to her apartment so late at night and that's all she could come up with. "He's drunk. I fell trying to get him on my back. Can you please help me carry him up to my place? I will cook you something next time." She pleaded with her smile.

"Fine." He sighed. "But you shouldn't be out so late like this. What kind of guy is this that he'll get drunk and pass out in the middle of the street, especially in front of his girlfriend." He scolded her as he pulled the unconscious man on to the back of his wide shoulders. "He seems like a punk to me." He mumbled.

She just chuckled awkwardly and picked up her bag, unsure of how to respond. They walked to the next street where Yuna's apartment building was. She had only stepped out to go to the convenience store nearby and now suddenly she was bringing some bleeding man into her place. I think I need to work on making better life choices she thought to herself.

They climbed the flight of stairs and she unlocked her door, leading Jinyoung inside.

"You can just put him on my bed." Yuna said.

Jinyoung shot her a surprised look.

"I mean, the couch is ok. You can put him on the couch." She quickly said, hoping to erase any weird thoughts her neighbor might have just had.