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"What are you doing??? let me down!!!"
I screamed and punched him against his chest wich doesent really seemed to disturb him.

"I want to go in!!! It's party time!"
I sobbed.

"You won't go anywhere!"
He huffed.

I kept quiet. I knew that It wouldn't get me anywhere to argue with him. So I decided to make my own plans to get back to the party.

"And don't even think of sneaking out!!!"
He hissed.

I rolled my eyes.


He carried me into my room and lay me down on my bed.
"sleep tight."
He said and left the room.

Namjoons pov.-----------------------------

I saw Taeyhung carrying Lee in her room. She seemed really off.

After a few seconds Taeyhung came out  and  closed the door of Lee's room carefully.

Then he sat down at the floor.
"Tae what are you doing?"
I asked in surprise.
He crossed his arms and leaned his head against Lee's door.

"I want to prevent that she can sneak out."
He said and closed his eyes.

"Are you sure? Don't you wanna go to bed?"
I asked suspiciously.

"Yeah I am. And now go to bed..."
He said while keeping his eyes closed.

I shrugged my shoulders.
"Okay but if you wanna rest you can wake me up."
I offered him.

He refused.
"Naa I'm good."

So I went to bed.




------------next day----------------------------
Your Pov.

Ughhh my head ached like hell.
I couldn't remember what happened yesterday. The only thing I knew was that I had been on a party.

OH HECK!
I wasn't drunk...was I?
And if I was... who brought me here?
I bet it was Moonie.

I rubbed my head while I got up.
I took a look into the mirror and my fears had been confirmed.

I still wore my dress and my make up was all over my face.
I groaned in embarassment.

First thing I wanted to do, was going to Namjoons room and asking him how bad I was.
I really hoped that I wasn't that showy.

I just put on some different clothes and tied my hair into a messy bun.
I opened the door and a sleeping Taeyhung fell into my room.

What the HECK?!
Don't tell me he was with me at the party and got drunk too.

"Taeyhung... what are you doing here?"
I asked him.

He rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn.
"All I did was protecting you in front of doing more embarrassing stuff."
He said. And yawned again.

Why would he do that for me? He hated me as if I was the devil in person.

"Taeyhung why should I believe you?"
I asked in disbelief.

He shrugged his shoulders and got up.
He brushed the dust out of his clothes.
"Well... just say thank you, that would be enough."
He huffed.

"Well... thank you."
I said.

I tried to past him because I wanted to talk to Moonie.

"Wait... where are you going?!"
He asked in a strict tone.

I turned around.
"Why would you even care?"
I asked suspiciously.

"You were drunk yesterday and I don't think that you should-

I stopped him.
"I'm going to see Moonie is that a problem?"

He scratched his neck.
"NO... not at all... but I would wait because he was up all night. Let him rest."

I blew a hairstrand out of my face.
"Well... I wanted to ask him what happened tonight... I can't remember."

He looked down at me and laughed
"He don't know it either.."

"So? Then you tell me what I did?"
I asked in saraksm.

"You danced around like a little freak.. and boys were filling you up with drinks..."
He said without blinking.

"Awh god no!!"
I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment.

"How could this happen? I usually don't drink..."
I questioned myself.

Taeyhung clinched his teeth.
"It was Brad."
He said in anger while staring at the ceiling.

"Who's Brad?!"
I asked in shook.

"It's not important for you to know."
He huffed.
I was about to freak out.
"Excuse me?! I was the one who danced like a freak...drunk!!!"

"I won't tell it you anyway... trust me it's better for you."
He said in a deep voice.

I huffed. I really had enough of him and his safety rules.

"Taeyhung why should you know what's good for me and not?! You might be a star but this doesn't give you the permission to treat me like you want!!!"

He laughed.
"You know that It's cute when you're mad?"

I huffed and slammed the door.

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