Why me? Bomi thought with a sigh, how had she gotten in this awkward situation? Daehyun was still fast asleep and his hot breath was hitting her neck causing goosebumps to cover her entire body. She thought she was going to have a heart attack with the way her heart raced. Her body was tense and on edge while Daehyun was relaxed and cuddling close to her refusing to let her go. She tried for the eleventh time to push him away and to her surprise he actually untangled his arms and fell onto his back. She breathed finally thanking gravity for its help. She flinched when she heard his voice. “Yah, Bomi how did I get here?” Daehyun whispered groggily as his eyes fluttered open, he tried to sit up but just ended up groaning and laying his head back on the pillow as the world spun around him. He looked around and noticed he wasn’t downstairs, but in some strange room on a bed and all alone with Bomi; his eyes widened and he pointed an accusing finger at her. “Were you trying to take advantage of me?”   Her eyes grew just as big and she hit the boy with a pillow. “No you idiot!” She screeched defensively. “I hauled you up the stairs after you passed out! And by the way you’re really heavy! What have you been eating?” Bomi proceeded to stretch her arms across her chest like they were in pain. He scowled and glared at her in denial. “Yah! I’m not that heavy! You’re just weak.” He retorts smugly. Bomi rolled her eyes and sighed heavily starting to feel tired from the one beer she drank earlier and the hours of dancing that followed. “Anyway, how are you getting home?” Even though she was annoyed with him she couldn’t leave him alone to get kidnapped while he walked home or something like that. “I came with Youngjae but I dunno where he is.” Daehyun replied with a heavy sigh and started to get up, his head swam and he fell back onto the bed for the second time.   Bomi watched him with a frown as he tried over and over again to sit up, until he finally made it onto his with his back pressed against the headboard and decided she should try to help him up. She got to her feet and walked around to Daehyun’s side of the bed. “Give me your hands.” She demanded holding her own out to him. Daehyun shrank back and shook his head like she was gonna murder him. “Wae? What do you need with my hands?” She sighed again; drunken Daehyun was seriously irritating her. “Are you seriously that stupid?” He didn’t respond to her and just scowled, she almost groaned with frustration. “I’m trying to help you get up of course idiot!” She rolled her eyes and he just stared at her still unmoving. “What? Am I that gross to you?” She demanded with narrowed eyes.   He shrugs nonchalantly. “A little...” Daehyun smirked at her angry expression, it was cute. She withdrew her hands and crossed them over her chest. “Well at least I don’t reek of alcohol.” She retorted. He considered her words for a moment before he snorted. “That’s because you’re too innocent.” “I am not too innocent!” She grumbled back and put her hands out again. “Take them.” She ordered. He stared at her face instead of her hands and his mouth fell open a little bit, his eyes suddenly opened up wider. “Did you know that you’re really pretty?” Daehyun asked her and her breath hitched, had he really just said that?   Bomi had never blushed so hard in her entire life. She couldn’t help feeling elated at the fact Daehyun called her pretty; she’d always thought he wasn’t attracted to her at all. But reality kicked her in the head a moment later when she remembered that he was drunk and not exactly in his right mind. She chose to be indifferent about the entire situation and brushed it off completely. “Whatever! Are you going to get up or not?” Daehyun stared at her hands a moment and thought about if he really wanted her help or not. He didn’t seem to have anyone else though since Youngjae abandoned him and was probably lost in the throng of the party.   “Fine,” He gave in and took her outstretched hands. “Help me up.” Bomi smiled when he finally did as she asked just glad for some form of obedience and cooperation from the drunk boy. He swung his legs over the side of the bed connecting his sneakers firmly with the carpeted floor and held onto her hands tightly. She noted that his palms were cold and clammy and she wondered if it was because he was nervous. She shrugged the idea off and pulled him up, a little too fast, he stumbled forward and she tripped over her own foot and fell back, gravity bringing him down on top of her pretty hard. She cried out as his chest slammed into hers and nearly knocked the wind out of her. Daehyun was in a daze, and stared down at her intensely, both hands landing on either side of her head. She stared back at him wide eyed and tried to push him off her but he wouldn’t budge.   Daehyun kept thinking in his head that he should get up, to move his heavy limps and release Bomi before everything got too weird but he just couldn’t bring himself to move. His body disobeyed his orders, totally disregarding the fact that his brain was in charge. He stared at Bomi and thought about her lips again. is parted slightly making her pink lips look so alluring. He couldn’t stop the thoughts that entered his alcohol soaked brain. He wondered again how it would feel to press his lips against hers; they’d been so soft and supple against his finger while they were on the couch. He can’t get over how appetizing and kissable they look. His head felt heavy and he started to lean down, letting his body do whatever it wanted, too drunk to care about consequences, all he could think about were those lips. She squeaked loudly when his lips were just about to brush hers and that brought him to his senses quickly, he blinked rapidly coming out of his daze and rolled off of her at the speed of light. “Yah!” He choked out trying to sound irritated again so he could get his raging heart under control, what the hell was he trying to do? “You did that on purpose. You pulled too hard, you knew I’d fall!” He accused her, he knew it was dumb and that she didn’t do it on purpose but he needed a reason to yell at her.   He refused to admit to himself that he was attracted to the annoying girl who always followed him around like a lost puppy. He didn’t want to believe that somehow he’d developed a little feeling toward the pretty girl. He blamed the beer for this and told himself he’d never drink again after tonight. He’d never go out with Youngjae or let the boy talk him into doing things he doesn’t like. He’ll just stay home on weekends and do nothing so he doesn’t end up in awkward positions like this. Bomi stared at him in shock and scrambled to her feet. “I did not do that on purpose! You were heavier than I expected, it’s not my fault you have an addiction to sugary food!” She grumbled defensively.   Bomi also wanted to ask about the almost kiss but knowing him he would probably deny it so she decided to let it go. She’s not even 100% sure if she just imagined the whole thing because she likes him or if he’d really been trying to kiss her. He is after all pretty drunk and his head may have just been getting heavy or something rational like that, but she was almost positive that it had happened. Daehyun was in deep thought as to why he nearly kissed her. He couldn’t stand her, so he wasn’t sure what caused him to almost press his lips against hers. It had to be the alcohol messing with his head.   “So are we going to try this again or are you just going to lay there daydreaming?” Bomi asked in a disinterested tone and stared down at Daehyun still sprawled out on the floor with a blank expression on his face. “Are you sure you can handle getting me up, since your