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SC Taehyung- Right Girl

Song- "Right Girl" By: The Maine

 "Ready to close up your tap sir?" The bartender asked, amazed that Taehyung could still understand what he was saying.

He didn't respond, just nodded sluggishly and slid over his card. He honestly didn't really remember the last few hours, his mind couldn't even put together whether he drove here or not. Either way, he wasn't driving back.

The bartender gave him his card. "Do you want me to get you a cab, man?"

"Na," Taehyung managed, pushing himself up, doing his best not to stumble. "It's alright, thanks."

The bartender waved him off as Taehyung attempted to get out the door. The lights of the city easily blinded him, making it almost impossible to see. He could hear the cars and sorta make out where they were, but no way could he see which ones were taxis, and even though he was drunk he didn't want to look like an idiot waving at every single car that went by.

That's when you saw him. He looked insanely confused looking at the road. Honestly, you wouldn't have ever made your way towards a man as drunk as that, but you were scared he might've walked head into traffic at this point.

You were out this late thanks to your father pulling one of his asshole rants, you just had to get out. You didn't actually do anything, just walked around the city nightlife, which hadn't been too interesting until now.

"Excuse me," You called once close enough. "Sir?" You said again as you got right next to him.

He slowly turned his head towards you, squinting, obviously having trouble seeing you clearly. No matter how drunk he looked, how bloodshot his eyes were, how dark it was, you could clearly see he was gorgeous. He didn't look too much older than you.

"Do you need help getting home? Do you have someone coming to get you?"

"Me?" He pointed at himself. "No I drive an old car you don't want it. I would rob someone else."

You purse your lips tightly, trying to hold back a laugh. "I'm going to flag down a cab for you, okay?"

"You?" He moved his pointed finger from his chest to in front of your face. "But you're too pretty."

You tilted your head with a small smile. "Stay right here, okay?" You said slowly, hoping he understood.

He said nothing but showed no signs of moving. You watched him for another minute before turning towards the road and flagging down a taxi within a matter of seconds. Thankfully he was still standing there, looking as though he was going to pass out in a matter of minutes.

"Hi." You leaned into the taxi. "I need you to take this guy home."

"Address?" He asked.

You sucked in a breath, cursing at yourself for being so stupid. "I'll get in with him and get an address, he must have a driver's license." You told the man, who looked a lot happier that you were going to be in the car with the drunk stranger.

Amazingly you managed to get him in the car. He must've been too drunk to really know what was going on because he let you push him around pretty easy. Once the two of you were in the car and had pulled back into traffic, you very awkwardly shuffled around in his jacket pockets, trying to find a wallet. No luck.

"Ugh." You muttered to yourself. "It's in your pants pocket isn't it?"

He leaned in suddenly, looking rather closely at your face. "Who are you?"