The bar wasn't a shabby one, however it was not an A class bar where Sehun would be easily recognised. Inside crappy pop music was playing through the speakers and the wooden tables were practically all empty. In fact there was only a few people at the bar. I easily spotted Sehun sat at a table. His head was buried into his arm on the table, surrounded by bottles of Soju and shot glasses. "Yah, are you his girlfriend?" The bartender barked at me when ı entered the bar. I nearly choked on air at his question. Girlfriend? Where did he get that from? "Sort of" ı mumbled in reply. The bartender his teeth before pointing a grubby finger at Sehun. "Get him out of here" the bartender barked. I pulled a face at him. I thought all people in South Korea were supposed to be polite? He probably would be if he knew how rich we were. Sighing, ı approached Sehun's table. My nose wrinkled up at the smell of alcohol. Roughly ı shook Sehun's shoulder. He stirred, and turning his head to face me. Only one of his eyes were open and a sickly grin spread across his ill looking face. "Wifeyyyy!" He said in a drooling voice, sitting up in his seat. I almost physically cringed away from his outstretched arms. "Yah, don't call me that" ı hissed. Sehun frowned like a child before closing his eyes and resting his head on the table again. I growled in frustration. How was ı supposed to get him out of here? Little snores started to come from him, and if ı wasn't so annoyed ı would have found it cute. After a few minutes of planning and being yelled at by the bartender ı had finally made it out of the bar with Sehun. His arm was slung around my shoulder and ı struggled under his body weight as he barely remained awake. It was cold outside, signalling the midst of winter. However the extra body heat from Sehun kept me reasonably warm. Unfortunately for me the area around the bar did not have a parking space and so it was a lengthy walk until we would reach the car. I wasn't even sure if ı could make it with Sehun. A short while later ı knew the car was close. Only a few more streets to go. Besides me Sehun hiccuped and his head rolled onto my shoulder. I shrugged it off, wrinkling my nose in disgust. Sehun gave a yawn before peeling his eyes open. "Ji Yoooon-ahh" he sang lazily. I sighed and ignored him, gritting my teeth at the sound of my name. "Ji Yooon..." He continued in a childish voice. "What?!" I finally snapped. If he said my name once more ı just might break his arm. He chuckled and rested his head on my shoulder. I didn't bother to bat it away but hoped to god he wouldn't end up vomiting all over me. "Why won't you marry me?" He said in an unusually high voice. I sighed. "Don't start this again" ı muttered. He chuckled and snuggled his head further into my hair. For some reason he didn't reek of alcohol. In fact ı could still smell his cologne and body wash. "Yah, Jiiii" he whispered. I rolled my eyes at my new nickname. "What?" I said, turning the corner. "Tell Jong In hyung...tell him, that you're mine" he slurred. I frowned and wondered if ı could get anything out of Sehun whilst he wasn't in his right mind. "Why?" I asked. "Because, it'll happen again" he murmured. My heart did a little flip. Was ı getting somewhere with this? "What will happen?" I asked, trying to soften my tone. He sighed, burying his head further into my hair. For some reason his proximity sent the blood in my head spinning. "Jess-ssi" he said, his voice muffled. I tried not to sigh in impatience. "Yes Sehun?" He seemed to take a deep breath before saying. "I...want to marry you." I seemed to loose all of my senses at his words and almost jumped out of the way so he would fall onto the ground. However at his words ı did jump, almost like they had electrocuted me. It had not been a smart idea because what little coordination ı had was destroyed and my foot slid freely along some black ice. We both tumbled down. I let out a little scream as ı fell and landed hard on the icy ground. What little air was left in my lungs disappeared and ı groaned, rolling over to my side as ı waited for the numb ache to go away. That was when ı realised Sehun was not besides me. Sitting up a little to fast, my head began to spin. I groaned and placed my hand to the growing bulge whilst looking around for Sehun's figure. I spotted him not too far away. Slowly ı crawled over to him and shook his shoulder. His eyes were closed and he didn't respond to my violent shaking. That was when ı noticed the red splash of blood across his hair line. My hand flew to my mouth as ı gasped. "Sehun!" I called louder, lifting his head onto my lap. I slapped his cheek a couple of times to bring him around. Not hard enough to bruise him of course. He groaned and his eyes opened slightly, barely anything more than slits. "Sehun, can you hear me?" I asked. I didn't know much about CPR and ı wasn't prepared to give him the kiss of life. He moaned again and closed his eyes. I panicked and shook his head. "Sehun, open your eyes. Yah you idiot! Wake up!" I called, shaking his head from side to side. A short while later ı had somehow managed to move him to the car and buckled him into the passenger seat. I drove as quickly as ı could to the emergency room. We were seen to immediately. I didn't like hospitals. The lights were too bright, the smell was too strong and ı felt like anyone could die in a hospital. Seeing the old or young here, clinging on to life through a drip and medication and tests, made me want to cry. That was part of the reason for why seeing Sehun be rolled off on a cart thing made my throat tighten up and what little air ı breathed in nearly choke me. However ı forced back the easy tears and waited impatiently for the doctors to return with the results of the test. If Sehun died, it was all my fault. I knew ı was over exaggerating, but if he did, it was my fault. But then again, it wasn't really. If Sehun hadn't scared me we wouldn't be in this position, so it was his fault. Technically. I mean, no one asked him to say that when he knew very well what my reaction would be. Even if he was drunk, he knew. He should have been more sensible. Who drinks that much anyway? Does he not know he could get cancer from drinking that much? Does he want to die young? He is an utter, complete idiot. Not to mention, who does he think he is, making people worry like this? Not that ı was worrying. Not really. I wasn't concerned. It was just that ı didn't want to be responsible for the end of someone's life. And since he wasn't going to die that meant ı didn't care at all. Not one bit. When the doctor appeared ı jumped from my seat and nearly ran to him for Sehun's results. Not because ı cared but because ı didn't want to be blamed for something serious. Stuff like that can mess up a persons head you know. "He has a mild concussion. It's not serious and will pass after a couple of weeks. In that time ı recommend he gets lots of rest and avoids any stress such as school or any physical strain. He can spend the night here just so we can keep an eye on him and let the affects of the alcohol wear away. That way in the morning we can see the extent of his injury and perform any treatments if necessary" the doctor informed me. I thanked him for all of his help before making my way towards Sehun's hospital room. It was an expensive room, decked out with a TV and a proper bed and a stereo and decor. I wondered how long it would take a normal working class person to save up for a room like this. Sehun was either asleep or unconscious on the bed. The blanket was messy. my teeth ı made my way around the bed and started to tuck the quilt in around him. He still smelled of citrus shower gel. I tucked in the quilt behind his shoulders and patted his hair down. He looked like a child, which made me smile. Why couldn't he always look like this? Instead of the annoying jerk he is. I sat myself down in the mini sofa opposite the bed, watching his peaceful face until ı fell asleep. His words followed me into my dream and ı couldn't help but wonder. Did he really want to marry me?