Let Me Dream || Victon

Chapter Seventeen: Drunk Romeo

"Sejun is what?" Seungwoo asked over the phone, not sure if he'd heard her right. "Say that again please." 

"He's drunk," Miran sighed. "Please come pick him up before he hurts himself." 

Seungwoo glanced at everyone, who was watching him expectantly. He could see that everyone except Gayoung understood what was going on. 

"I'll be right there," he told her. "I'm hanging up." 

"I'm going to pick up Sejun and take him to my house," Seungwoo said, not bothering to explain what happened. They probably had a good idea of it already. "Sorry, but you'll have to count us out of this trip." 

"Let me come with you," Seungsik said, stepping forward. "Just in case you need someone else." 

Seungwoo nodded, his eyes falling on Gayoung. She looked confused and concerned. But he couldn't tell her what was going on. He doubted that Sejun would want his first impression to be him drunk. 

He and Seungsik left without another word, neither of them saying anything until they got to Miran's house. 

And found Sejun on the lawn, pretending to strum a guitar and singing at the top of his lungs. He was trying to dance around too, but he was so drunk that he kept falling. 

Seungwoo and Seungsik ran over, each grabbing an arm. 

"Hi there!" Sejun greeted, giggling. But his face immediately fell. "Did you come to drink? I drank everything," he whimpered, suddenly close to tears. 

"No, we didn't come to drink," Seungsik assured him, stroking his head. "We came to take you home." 

"But I haven't finished singing yet," Sejun said sadly, shaking his head wildly. "She hasn't come out yet." 

"She never comes out," Seungwoo grumbled, starting to drag him towards the car. "Gosh, how much did you drink? You usually have such good tolerance." 

"I can't go yet!" Sejun whined. "I didn't pick up my letter," he said, shaking them off and stumbling towards the windowsill. He took a letter out of his pocket and left it there, and then picked up the one that Miran left and stumbled back over to them. 

"Now we can go!" he announced, triumphantly holding up the letter. He brought it to his lips and kissed it. "Miran, I missed you," he said sadly, shaking his finger at the letter. Sejun started crying. "I miss you so much. Why is everything so hard lately?" he whimpered. 

"It'll be okay," Seungsik said gently, leading Sejun over to Seungwoo's car. Seungwoo opened the door and Seungsik nudged Sejun inside. "It'll be okay." 

"Will it really?" Seungwoo asked after they'd gotten him inside. "How long has he been doing this now? Neither of their parents has weakened. They're still forbidden from seeing each other."

They got into the front of the car and watched Sejun for a minute, crying in the backseat and clutching his letter. 

"I don't know," Seungsik said sadly. "But we have to try having faith. Faith that their love can pull them through."