Stranded【PJM • BTS】

8: Drunk

I sigh. Time to find Harlow. Again.

The sand sunk deep into my toes, almost weighing me down as I ran through the beach, my eyes darting around scanning crowds. I finally spot a familiar face in the back, standing strangely.

"Um... Harlow..? Are you okay?" I glance worriedly.

"She's had a bit too much to drink. Oh, are you her friend?" The guy standing close to us butts in.

"Yes, why?"

"Your room in the ship is 425, I think. Here's the key," He tosses a key and continues to talk with the crowd. I thank him and turn back to Harlow, who was half awake.

"Harlow," I sigh. "Get up, we need to get to our rooms. It's getting dark." I struggle to lift her as she groans.

"NoOooOOo!" She flails her spaghetti arms out, causing me to stumble back in surprise. "We hAf to git oUr stuff. At the pile of sUitcAses back thEre.."

Right. How did I forget. How is a drunk person smarter than me?

"No, Harlow. I'll get them later. I need to get you to bed first. How will I carry a wasted person with a ton of suitcases?" I attempt to drag her to her feet, but she stumbles into the sand.

"I neEeEeeeEEd my stUff. I can't sleep withoUt tOner and mOistUriZer." She groans, clinging onto my feet.

"Okay! Now get up!" 

Aish.. she already knows she's a light drinker yet she's here on a business trip getting wasted. What if her boss sees her? How reckless is she? Oh my goodness... I have to get her out of here before she loses her job.

She complains as I drag her to the suitcases. Which by the way, was a super long walk and she kept stumbling into me despite me gripping onto her firmly.

"Okay, listen. You see this red suitcase? I'm bringing this with me. I'll come back to get your bag later, understand? Now stop whining." I talk slowly as if she's a kindergartner.

She nods and grins in agreement. 

~

We boarded the boat and passed a few staircases when Harlow tumbles into my shoulder. "I'm tired."

"Don't you sleep now, Harlow, I swear I will--" I burst but before I knew it, she collapsed on top of me. 

God, I'm a year younger than her and I still have the responsibility of her. Okay then.

I huffed and squirmed around trying to drag a girl while managing to slide the suitcase without slamming into any other doors in the narrow hallway. 

"Oh, hey Y/N!"

I look up to see Jungkook, and I almost jump a foot in the air from shock. He finally notices Harlow being dragged and a baffled expression is displayed.

"Uhh... Do you need some help there?"

"Um.. yeah. Thanks." I awkwardly yank Harlow, trying to get her to stand up.

"NooO! Why'd you wake me Up? I want to slEeep..." She mumbles as she stumbles into Jungkook. He gives her a piggy-back ride with ease. How is he so strong?? I try not to gawk at his abnormal strength as we walk.

"So what are you doing down at the second floor? Most of the staff's rooms are down here."

"Oh, our room is too noisy so I came down here to make a phone call."