"Both of you have to come tonight."
"What?"
"We're going to karaoke, and I'm making it a requirement for both of you."
I inwardly groaned, looking over at Luhan who seemed equally annoyed with someone else making his plans, but we both nodded, agreeing that in the next twenty minutes we would have the shop entirely cleaned up and we'd be ready to go.
I hastily swept up straw wrappers and other small pieces of dirt that had been trailed in, shoving the broom into the closet and grabbing my jacket as I threw off my apron.
Luhan followed behind me, opening the door and leading the way out as I locked up behind the both of us and turned toward the street where our boss stood along with a few of our other coworkers.
Luhan sighed, running his fingers through his hair, and he looked like he was about to barf.
"Remind me why we have to come?"
"Because the boss said so."
He snorted, walking toward the car and grimacing at the sight of one of the girls who couldn't seem to take her eyes off of him.
"This better not take long."
I rolled my eyes, getting into the van and crawling into the very back, getting squished into the side as Luhan sat next to me and his newly-found "fangirl" next to him.
The ride felt like it took a couple of hours as everyone yelled happily and the boss ended up turning on the radio, blasting some sort of awful sounding music and turning it up louder and louder as everyone started to raise their voices.
I figured half of the van should've lost their voices and the other half lost their hearing by the time they got there but to my discontentment, neither of those things had happened and I found myself sitting in an equally crowded booth of a room and people belted out songs in a very off-key sort of way.
A few people begged me to sing, even Luhan which kind of surprised me, but I politely turned them down and watched as they moved along to decide who would sing in my place.
I was pretty shocked when Luhan got up, grabbing a microphone and choosing something, singing it slow and soft and toning down the atmosphere in the room, which I was grateful for as the yelling got tiring after the first minute of everyone doing so.
And then the alcohol came. I hated it when someone suggested ordering alcohol because that meant that the few of us who stayed sober ended up dragging the rest of the group off to one or several of our apartments, taking care of them until they woke up the next morning and grouchily told us what to do before demanding breakfast.
Needless to say, I wasn't enjoying the night and I was definitely not looking forward to other's bad attitudes of which escorted their hangovers.
There were about ten bottles of soju on the table, and Luhan downed two of them. I was both shocked and terrified seeing that after two bottles he still seemed to be relatively in control of himself, which means that he probably had built up a resistance to the stinging liquid and if there was anything more that I didn't need in my life, an alcoholic smoker who slept at my apartment was definitely one of them.
He downed three more bottles by the time we were done and he was more than obviously having problems standing. I had to stumble along the sidewalk with him, having him yelling directly in my ear the entire time we were in the van, and naturally I ended up taking him home as he refused to stop yelling unless he could get out with me and we took a very long journey up a flight of stairs until we got into my apartment and I could throw him on the couch.
"DID YOU KNOW SOMETHING" I don't think he really meant to but his words were way louder than they should've been and I knew if he kept up then I would have neighbors yelling at me. "YOU'RE REALLY CUTE."
I couldn't help but smile as I grabbed a blanket and threw it over him.
"That's really nice but could you try to be a little more quiet?"
He smirks, lifting his hand and beckoning to me.
"Why don't you make me?"
I stared at him.
"What?"
"Come here."
I walked incredibly stiffly, standing next to him, and he sat up, eventually standing as straight as he could manage and sliding his hands down my arms before shoving me onto the couch.
I stared up with him and I didn't think my eyes could go any wider as I saw his incredibly cute baby face staring down at me with determined eyes, his light brown bangs falling gracefully across his eyebrows and despite the suffocating smell of soju, his breath was warmly comforting, as if his lungs were telling me it would be perfectly fine if he fucked me senseless right then and there because afterwards he would guarantee a hug and things would be peachy from then on, but I wasn't about to let him take off my jeans, especially not when he wouldn't be able to remember doing it in the morning and very well might regret it.
"If you let me do this, I promise I'll shut up."
I blew air in his face, looking at him in an equally defiant way.
"Forget it. The only thing you need to do is sleep."
He gave me a small pout, his eyes going mistier and mistier as time passed and I knew he would either puke or end up in a pile on the floor within the next few minutes.
His fingers traced down my neck, going across the collar of my shirt and nearing my chest.
"But I really meant it. You're cute. Would you hate me if I fell for you?"
"You can't fall for me."
"Why not?"
"You're not my type."
He chuckles, leaning in, and a shudder ran through my body starting the second his breath left his mouth and hit my skin and his whisper met my ear.
"You aren't mine either."
And that was about the point his arms gave out and he fell on top of me, his body thin but still almost too heavy for me to deal with as I groaned, trying to pull myself away from underneath him and falling to the ground.
I looked up at him laying peacefully with the exception of a tiny trail of drool beginning in the corner of his mouth, pulling the hair out of my face and muttering an 'unbelievable' before grabbing a blanket and throwing it over him.
I felt my chest squeeze, and groaned, immediately going to the kitchen and grabbing a packet of painkillers and taking a few of them, trying to steady my breathing, but it wasn't exactly helping and I was already getting dizzy.
It had happened plenty of times, and I wasn't the least bit scared, but I was very annoyed when the room started spinning and my knees gave out and I realized that I was going to be passed out on the floor immediately next to the boy who would wake up with a less-than-bearable hangover.
