A/N: I also don't know where this imagine came from lol. read the warnings, this imagine might be triggering/uncomfortable for some readers. please don't drink kids! and if you do, do it legally and safely! I want that choker around Hyunjoon's neck tbh, it looks so cute! Pairings: Heo Hyunjoon x Fem! Reader Summary: in which a boy helps his girlfriend out during tough times. Warnings: alcohol, alcoholic reader, angst, underage drinking (on readers end + you're a rebel lol jk) Words: 1,295
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"Y/n?" Called Hyunjoon as the young man walked through the surprisingly empty bar, that was not so surprisingly opened at two in the morning on a Thursday.
Looking around the smelly place for his girlfriend, he found an older bartender standing impatiently behind the bar where they usually served drinks, eyes in a sharp glare but also a tad bit of worry were behind them.
"She's over there," The bartender spoke him, pointing off to his left as he came around from the long table. Hyunjoon's eyes wandered to where the man was pointing and found you near the back in a corner, slumped on the floor, head leaning behind you against the wall, eyes slightly open.
Hyunjoon felt his heart drop to the floor as soon as he took in what he was seeing. He thought you were doing so good, he was only gone for four days, and things had already drastically changed for the worse. He thought you were holding on... but you'd once again given in.
The boys long legs carried him over to his drunken, completely out of it girlfriend, who didn't even seem fazed by seeing him. As soon as he was stood in front of her, he could easily smell the liquor pouring off of her body.
"I had to kick the rest of my customers out because of her. I couldn't just let her leave alone like this. She asked me to call you," Thankful, that's what Hyunjoon felt towards this man. Thankful he hadn't been some weird drunken pervert or someone who wanted to cause even more damage. He was thankful he called and didn't just leave you to stumble out of here alone, that is if you could even walk.
"I see..." a long sigh escaped the tall boy's mouth as he squatted down to place a comforting hand on your hot cheek. "Thank you," Hyunjoon glanced back at the man behind him, genuinely meaning what he said.
"I'll play for what she got... How much will it be?" He knew to pay for your mistakes wasn't something good, and you should be doing it yourself. But he felt responsible for taking care of you, meaning he'd help out in any way he could; even if that meant paying your legal fees of anything related. Hyunjoon wasn't ready for the number, but he didn't know that though. And he definitely didn't expect it to be as high as it had.
"I don't know...It looked to be around two hundred dollars worth," His head lowered as he placed a hand to his head. Shocked by the amount you'd managed to blow off within the hours of being here. Hyunjoon's right hand didn't move from your cheek as he lifted his head and began reaching for his wallet in his coat pocket.
"Don't worry about it. Just— take your girl home." The older man nodded, turning around and walking back towards the bar, to probably clean any alcoholic spills that had occurred earlier. Sighing to himself, the man felt horrible as he shoved his wallet back into his pocket and swiftly lifted you up to stand, leaning into his side.
"Come on, babe. You gotta use your legs," He tapped your hip in hopes of getting you to open your eyes so you could properly use your legs.
"They feel numb, Joon" He heard you slur. "I know. But just try." After trying to kindly help you, Hyunjoon found that you seemed to be cooperating with him.
"Thank you for looking after her," Said the raven-haired man as he looked back at the bartender, who was most likely the owner or manager of this club and bar. The nameless man just nodded. "Take care of her... a young lady such as herself shouldn't be in here doing this." The man didn't look up from where he stood cleaning the bar, but just from what he'd said and the tone of his voice, he truly did care about your wellbeing.
"I will," Hyunjoon replied boldly with a confirmed nod before exiting the smelly bar and club combined.
At first, he stumbled down the street with you hooked into his side, and maybe, to any stranger it looked like he was kidnapping you. But surely that wasn't the case. As soon as he made it to his car, he began having trouble with getting you inside. You looked a lot heavier than someone might've assumed, and that wasn't a bad thing in his opinion. But at this time at night — rather a morning — the boy found it hard to get his muscles to work and force you into the car. He didn't necessarily want to use force either. He'd seen how other men or even women treated their significant others, whether it be in movies or tv shows, and although most of the time it wasn't based on a true story, Hyunjoon knew that sort of violence happened in real life.
He didn't want to ever have to lay his hands on you in a negative, harming manner. Forcing you wasn't an option. He'd rather talk it out with you any day.
"C' mon Y/n. I'll take you back to the dorms," opening the car door, he waited patiently for you to hop in, and sighed heavily when you didn't let go of his arm.
"I don't—" Your eyes closed lazily as you slumped even further into his arms. "—Want to wake the boys,"
"You won't, as long as you work with me," For the most part all of the members were heavy sleepers, and even if they were light sleepers. If you didn't make a sound they wouldn't wake up. Simple as that.
"Can we just g-go to my place?" You managed to mumble out tiredly, adding a slight cough afterwards.
Hyunjoon had schedules; photo shoots, music video shoots to attend tomorrow. Staying at your place would most likely make him late. He always found himself sleeping in when he did that.
"Y/n—" he helped you into the car after you began cooperating, but frowned when you went to protest again with words.
"Please Hyunjoon. I-I don't want to embarrass myself even more,"
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Hyunjoon did end up taking you to your apartment after you wouldn't stop pestering him about it. Eventually, when you got home, you were guided to your bed and promoted to lay down. You had been content with falling asleep up until you felt sick to your stomach.
"You're underage. What were you doing in that bar?" Your boyfriend questioned seriously as he pulled he covers back to cover your body, moving beside the bed to grab the glass of water on your white nightstand.
"What did it look like... getting drunk obviously." You sounded still pretty drunk and looked it too, but thankfully the effects were wearing off a lot faster than Hyunjoon expected. The boy you loved sighed in aggravation. "Don't be sarcastic Y/n," he wasn't finding this funny, and you didn't seem to either because you weren't laughing. But you were being sarcastic. "You spent two hundred dollars on alcohol. I thought we talked about you getting better,"
"I had a bad day... You can't judge me! Because you're never here.
"I know...And I'm sorry," he already blamed himself on the way to your location when he'd been called. He knew what happened, he just didn't know how bad it was this time.
"You should've called me.
"I didn't want to bother you."
""You need help. I don't want this to continue, it scares me." The idol said.
"Hyunjoon—"
The raven-haired boy demanded, "Promise me you'll get help."
