Just Her (Lisa X Unnamed)

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A: There are some horny things under this chapter. I've warned you, don't ever complain. Anyway, if you're under 17, don't let me know, you don't want your author to feel uncomfortable, do you? 🙃

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- Jungkook

"Stop wiggling, babe."
       I commanded as the woman in my arms is struggling as if she doesn't want me to carry her.

"I want to walk. I can walk. I have my own feet."
       She frowned and just declared that she doesn't want me to carry her.

"No, we're almost there, just..."
       I was cut off and I groaned as she had successfully released herself from my grip.

"Watch, I can."
       She pointed at me with her index finger and confidently stated.

I usually would find it funny for her being boastful of her skills but this one, it's not funny. She's drunk, literally drunk like there's no lady left in her. This is one of the things I don't want her to do without me, because she's like this...

More stubborn than she is already.
Her sanity is not walking with her.

"Careful."
       I was able to catch her by her waist as she was about to hit the wall.

We are currently here in her house, I brought her home. Good thing she knows the code despite of being drunk.

"I can do it, don't help me."
       She commanded with her brows furrowed, ends are almost meeting.

I sighed as she turned her back on me...
First step, second step, third step...
I watched her as she continuously take steps.

"See, I can do it!"
      She yelled without facing me, and I shook my head in disbelief and right after I shook my head...

"No, you can't."
       I caught her for the second time. She was about to fall and if I weren't fast enough, her head would hit the wall.

"Stop being stubborn, I'm getting annoyed."
      I stated, bluntly saying that it's already annoying.

I don't want to prohibit her for having a bond with her friends, and I want to be mature enough to let her drink if ever she'll want. But she is very stubborn to the point that I can't stop her drink a glass. That's what I don't like.

I lifted her and carried her to her room. She whined and pouted her lips with her eyes closed.

"My baby is mad."
        She uttered with a raspy voice deep voice.

I inhaled and gently landed her down to her bed.
I gazed down to her image, blushing face, close eyes, plump lips...

"I'm not mad, I just don't like it when you're getting too much drunk."
       I whispered in a deep voice while sliding my hand under her head as a pillow.

Her eyes opened and squinted as she looked at me straight in the eyes.

"Fuck, you look so hot."
       A smile crept on my lips as I heard her commenting.

"Exclude the fact that you're giving me compliments when you're drunk."
       I added and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"I'm not joking."
       She whispered and pulled me from the back, letting me be on top of her.