"BYUL! Get him back to his room. Bloody idiot can't drink at all." Seungri complained loudly over the blaring music.

I stared at that lump called Seunghoon on the sofa and groaned inwardly. 

"I can't possibly move that thing by myself. Wait," and I rushed to get manager hyung. Seunghoon's gonna be in big trouble if YG finds out. 

"Why are you so heavy!" I grumbled as manager hyung and I hurled a very comatose Seunghoon on his hotel room bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed and took a quick rest. Manager hyung started to remove his shoes and socks as I made my way out. 

"Byul. Wait, you've got to help me here. Mino is whipped drunk in Seungyoonie's room, refusing to budge."

My eyes widen and I nearly shouted,"No! I'll go get Mino. You stay here with Seunghoon."

Before I could even voice more protests, manager hyung shut the door of the hotel room, leaving me alone with a dead drunk Seunghoon.

"You be glad that I'm no pedo-noona fan..." I muttered under my breath before removing his socks. Using all my strength, I managed to drag him to the pillow and covered him with the comforter.  

I stared at a sleeping Seunghoon and my heart started to race recklessly. The same feelings I have when I bumped into him at the cafeteria, along the corridors or when I sneeked a peek at him during his dance practices. Man, I sound like a stalker. Let's not talk about those times when I turned up at his dance competitions or sat in the audience during k-pop star with a neon placard flashing his name. 

And now here I am, with him in a hotel room, alone. I must say I have come far as a school nerd. 

Calming myself down, I wet a towel and tried to clean his face. I can't afford to let my singers have a breakout the next day, especially when they have a fan meet. 

I noticed how clear his skin was and how long his lashes were. Some guys just have all the luck. 

"I don't suppose you remember me. But you actually saved me. Thank you." I whispered softly while wiping his face. 

I threw the towel aside and stood up. Time to drag M-to the ino back to this room. 

"Click," the door closed and Seunghoon's eyes opened and widen to that of dinner plates. 

"When did I save her? Who is she?" Seunghoon sat up in his bed and pondered aloud. 

Then he realised that his heart was beating against his chest with loud thumps and remembered how Byul had carried him and clean his face ever so gently. He also remembered how nice Byul smelled, like strawberries and vanilla.  

"What is going on!" Seunghoon shouted in frustration. 

"Wassup dude! Hic! You miss me!" And a drunk kissy Mino just made the night worse for Seunghoon.