Hoseok stares at his phone, fidgeting with it as he waits for something on the screen to change. His girlfriend hadn't answered his calls, nor responded to his texts. He was worried something happened to her, and he hated to think about it, but he was especially worried that it had to do with his fame and some people's opinions about her.
His leg bounces nervously as he frowns at his phone, sighing shakily. He decides to try calling her again. He was another thirty minutes away from filing a police report. She told him she'd be going out for drinks with her friends, but she hadn't said how long for nor where exactly she'd be going. On top of that, it was too risky for him to go out looking for her on his own because he could be followed back home, Yoongi and Mya had to move because that was exactly what happened to them.
Just as the phone started to ring he heard shuffling near the front door, and fiddling with the knob. Hoseok was quick on his feet, checking the camera and confirming that it was his girlfriend, drunken as ever. He sighs, not seeing any of her friends behind her. He wanted to curse, because she could very easily be taken advantage of. Yes, Grace was a grown woman - hell, she reminded him every day - but no one was immune to the harshness and cruelty of the world all of the time, especially when she's as vulnerable as she is now.
He opens the door and she startled, not able to stand straight. Her lids were shut like she was tired but she wore a bright, dopey smile on her face. Hoseok felt such a rush of relief when he saw her, but had to control his anger as he quickly pulls her in.
"Woo, you're s-str-strong..." She giggled, tottering from side to side as she struggled to stand straight. Hoseok wondered how she managed not to twist her ankle with her heels on. He was relieved, but still surprised as Grace could barely keep her head up, let alone walk in a straight line.
A fruity smell came in with her, though it wasn't just his favorite perfume on her, it smelled like sweet alcohol. Soju, being one of many. Grace had an especially low tolerance for soju, so perhaps that was the biggest contributor to her drunken state. He locks the door, making sure no one else was out in the hallway of the apartment level.
"Where the hell have you been? You can't ignore my calls like that, Grace!" He said, she whined as he raised his voice, putting her palm to her temple and scrunching her nose like a child.
"Too loud..." She slurred, she tottered again and would have fallen had Hoseok not been there to catch her. He sighed heavily, figuring it was best to save the lecture for later. She probably wouldn't even be able to focus, anyway, let alone explain herself.
"Hobi...!" She giggled like a child as he lifted her off her feet and moved her to their couch, gently sitting her down on it. She coos and reaches up toward him, leaning to the side and falling sideways onto the cushions, her legs lifting in the air like she was a seesaw. Hoseok shakes his head at her drunken behavior, grabbing one of her heels and pulling it off for her. He looks at the redness of her soles and toes, suggesting she'd been moving about in those dreadful heels for a while.
She giggles as he moves one of her dainty feet to get to the other heel. "Hobi's mad..." She observed, and her smile faded into a pout.
"Are..." She hiccupped. "'re you mad at me?"
He sets her heels down out of harm's way so she wouldn't trip over them, she sits up onto her knees, pushing her hands between her thighs as she gives him puppy dog eyes. "Don' be mad, Hobi." She whined, speech still slurred and heavy.
"I'm very mad." Was all he said and she threw herself onto him, draping her arms limply around his neck as she let her weight hang on his body. "No.... Don' be mad." She dragged out the last word. If he wasn't pissed, Hoseok would find the childish behavior kind of funny, especially considering how oblivious she was to it. Grace was a mature person when sober, he hadn't seen her this drunk before and found it quite interesting how her mentality was completely different. It was kind of cute. Kind of. She's still not getting a pass on this.
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أدب الهواةWhat would life be like if all the members of BTS were in relationships with black girls? Interested in wholesome slice-of-life excerpts? This is for you! *Each member is assigned an original character as their spouse/counterpart in these excerpts!*