Jinsol leaned on the table, covering her cheeks with the back of her hand as she pouted and fluttered her eyelashes. “Can ch-uu get me-h only one more?”

Namjoon sighed for the hundredth time in five minutes. She had been asking for only one more the last hour, and somehow, she had managed to corrupt him. She was a minor, and if anything happened, God, he was screwed.

“I think you’ve had enough” he took the glass out of her reach, making sure she didn’t drink anymore. He couldn’t even think of a way to drive her home looking like a living mess and it was worrying him. What was he supposed to tell her parents?

“No-uuu” she leaned a bit more until her face was close enough for Namjoon to feel her alcoholic breath. “You’re actually good looking, Namjoonieee” he rolled his eyes and leaned back on his chair, chuckling at the unexpected comment. He was enjoying it.

“Sure I am” he scoffed.

“And I rea-really like ch-ur dimples” she continued.

He stared upon her, totally amused by her drunk honesty.

“Sure”

“But ch-uu are really rude” she leaned back as well, crossing her arms and frowning her eyebrows. “And I-I-I hate it when ch-u act like I’m a waste of time” she sobbed, and he looked around facing his cruel reality. That girl was pretty close to tears and everyone seemed to be aware of it.

He gazed at her as his face turned stiff. Those words hit him harder than he would’ve liked.

“I don’t act like you’re a waste of time” he mumbled to himself, quite insulted. He couldn’t recall a time when he treated a girl as nicely as he treated her. He would never drive a girl home, he would never watch a girl get drunk, and he would never take the train when he could use the car just for any girl.

He cursed under his breath.

He definitely had a soft spot for her. He liked her company, and he liked being around her too. In the end, she was the very first woman to look after him. His mother never cared about him, but this girl did. And that was something he couldn’t force himself to ignore.

Maybe he liked her?

But she wasn’t even hot.

Maybe he had… feelings for her?

Hell to the no.

He didn’t see how taking her home when she was literally drunk was a good option. It was a terrible idea no matter how he looked at it. Her parents would probably scold her or go crazy and maybe they would ask her to stop seeing him.

Jinsol couldn’t walk properly and she was smiling like crazy, so he had to help her on her way to the car. He put her arm around his shoulders and his own arm around her waist, but it wasn’t working. She couldn’t even walk straight and definitely, she couldn’t hold on to him.

It didn’t take long before he couldn’t stand it anymore and carried her in his arms. He slid one of his hands beneath her knees and the other one beneath her shoulders, making his best effort not to touch anything untouchable. She quickly put her arms around his neck, and for some long seconds, they looked at each other.

He wished he knew what she was thinking.

 “I just… I really don’t want to fall” she excused herself between hiccups. Did he speak out loud?

In the end he drove her to his place. It was only 11 pm, so Jungkook and Hoseok were the only ones there. She fell asleep on the way, and when he tried to put her to bed, he realized she would probably be uncomfortable due to her dress. He tried to wake her up, but no matter what, she looked like she had passed out.

He would never sleep in Jin’s room, and he couldn’t take over Taehyung’s bed either; plus sharing a bed with Jinsol was not an option, so he left her sleeping there, and he made himself comfortable on the coach.

When Jinsol woke up, she could’ve sworn someone had hit her in every single bone of her body. Absolutely everything hurt and her h