It was very late, but you were still up, you didn’t have work the next day, so you had decided to spend some time hanging out, painting your nails, and watching some of your favourite films. You had been in your pyjamas since your shower when you came home, and were tucked inn comfortably with some nice ice-tea and sweets. Then the phone rang, just in the middle of one of your favourite scenes, bad timing! At least the caller was someone you always liked talking to, your boyfriend Seunghyun.

You paused the scene, making yourself a mental reminder to go back to the start of it before continuing watching. “Hey you,” you answered the phone. All you could hear on the other end was loud music, apparently he was out clubbing with his bandmates. The muffled sound of his voice came through the speaker, “I can’t hear what you are saying,” you had to repeat it several times, then the line went dead. Ok?

A couple of minutes later, he called back, “Can you hear me now?” his deep smoky voice reached your ear loud and clear.

“Yes, I hear you.” You put your phone on speaker, so you could hear him like he was there with you, then the odd sounds started. “Are you beatboxing?”

“Yeah, please just listen and don’t interrupt,” he sounded giddy and happy.

“Ok, go on then.”

The beatboxing started again, and soon his smooth powerful voice started laying down lines, rapping about how beautiful you were. Your hair, and your eyes, and your s. Your s? What the? “You made a rap about my s?” you interrupted him.

“Yeah, they are pretty great, but I haven’t gotten to the point yet, please stop interrupting.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll stop,” you couldn’t stop a small laugh from leaving your lips though, it was starting to become apparent that Seunghyun was more than a little drunk. The beatboxing started again, and he started the rap again. Though not remembering exactly what it was he had said previously, he still got the general point across. You had to hold your hand in front of your mouth so you wouldn’t laugh out loud when he came to the part about the s.

Then the rap gradually started changing. From just mentioning things he liked about you, he started rapping about how much he loved you, using clever metaphors and references. Among all the well thought out words were some terrible rhymes, and similes that made no sense what so ever as well. Maybe they made sense to him, or maybe he was too drunk to think of only things that made sense.

Whatever it was, you felt touched by all the lovely things he was saying. He wasn’t always the best at expressing in words how much he loved you, but you never doubted that he did. This just solidified that belief. He finished rapping, and said “tadaaaaaaa!” before hanging up, not even giving you the opportunity to tell him how you felt about the song, or him.

You looked at the phone in your hand in confusion for a minute, before you typed him a message, “that was incredible! I love you.” Then you continued watching your film.

An hour later, you had finished the film and was finally about to get ready for bed, when you got a message, “pick up plz?” from Seunghyun. A small groan made its way up your throat, that was the last thing you wanted to do right now, and he even had a manager for that stuff. You sent him a message asking if he couldn’t get his manager to come pick him up instead, since you didn’t live remotely close to his house anyway. The answer arrived five minutes later, “take me 2 u.” His failing writing skills informed you that he was very drunk at this point, maybe it would be best if you picked him up and brought him to your apartment after all.

You decided to call him and tell him you would pick him up, and to ask where he was. The phone rung three times before you heard “hello?” on the other end.

“Is Seunghyun around?” you had called his phone, but it was Youngbae who had picked up.

“Yeah, but he’s off dancing, he left his phone with me.”

“Well, I’m coming to pick him up, where are you guys?” Youngbae gave you the name and address of the club, and you asked him to tell Seunghyun to be outside in 10 minutes. He agreed, and you quickly threw on some regular clothes so you wouldn’t look like a complete slob, in case anything happened.

You parked out at the back of the club, security had been told you were coming. There was no Seunghyun outside the venue, and you sighed and let one of the security men walk you in through the back entrance. It didn’t take long after arriving, before you found the table where Bigbang were hanging out, or well, Youngbae and Daesung anyway. “Hey Youngbae! What happened to telling Seunghyun to get ready?”

He pointed over towards the dancefloor, where people were dancing close, hot and heavy, except for in one spot. There was a small opening around them, the Seunghyuns. Seungri was dancing overly energetically, but not too out there, then there was your Seunghyun, arms swinging around like windmills, and legs going everywhere. Oh dear, you put your hand in front of your face and turned back towards Youngbae, “why on earth did you let him get this drunk?”

He pointed back towards the two dancing men, “that was Seungri’s fault, he likes watching people getting wasted.”

“That little !” you muttered it loud enough that the two guys in front of you heard it.

Youngbae smiled widely, his eyes narrowing into small slits, and Daesung started laughing, “yeah, it’s what he does.” Seungri looked over and noticed you, waving happily, you scowled back at him. He ventured into the danger zone surrounding Seunghyun to tell him you were here, and Seunghyun’s entire face lit up when he saw you.

He rushed over to you, pushing his way through the crowd, and bounding towards you on his long legs. The only thing that stopped him from knocking you over, was the strong arms he wrapped around you. “You came!” he yelled happily.

“I did,” you smiled back at him.

He pulled you in for a crushing hug, holding on to you for a long time. He nuzzled his nose against your neck, before declaring, a little too loudly into your ear, “You smell so good!” You put your hands gently against his chest, pushing him away just enough that you could look into his big foggy eyes.

“Thank you, but now we have to go home.” You turned and started pulling his hand, but he wouldn’t budge. “What?”

“Don’t go.”

“I’m not leaving you, we’re leaving together,” you were starting to get a little impatient.

“No, you’re no fun,” he whined in his deep sloppy drunk voice, “come dance with me!”

“We’re not dancing, we’re going home. Come on, I want to go to bed.”

“But I want to show everyone that the prettiest girl in the club is my girlfriend, baby come on.” The way he drew out the syllables of his words and slurred a little, was cute and endearing, but did nothing to persuade you into staying.

“Seunghyun,” you set your face in a stern mask and spoke slowly and clearly, “I’m going home, you can stay here, or you can come with me right now.” It took a few seconds for your message to sink in, but then he followed you willingly. You picked up his phone from Youngbae, and headed off to find his coat.

Once he had put his arms through the sleeves, he held out the open front, “come into my coat.”

“What?”

“Come be in my coat with me.”

“But baby, we can’t both fit inside it.” He frowned at you, “ok, fine.” You put your arms around his waist between his shirt and his coat. He tried to close the coat around the two of you but failed spectacularly. “Happy?”

He looked at you and shook his head, “you need to kiss me in my coat.”

“Fine,” you tried not to laugh loudly at his strange requests, and stood up on your toes to plant a small kiss on his lips. He frowned at you again, “that’s not a real kiss.” Rolling your eyes, you reached up again, this time kissing him deeply. His lips were soft and warm on yours, and you finished off slowly tracing the shape of his lips with your tongue, the taste of expensive red wine lingering in your mouth for a while afterwards.

“Ok,” he smiled down at you, “now we can go.” You held hands all the way to the car, and he insisted you hold his hand until he was sat down in the car. He pulled your hand inside so he could kiss is several times, and you giggled.

When you had sat down in your seat, you leaned over and kissed him long and tenderly, “thank you for the rap earlier.”

“Don’t thank me,” he smiled, “you made it, I just rapped the things that were true.” He was so sweet you almost blushed. Then you started the drive home. As the car started moving, you could see Seunghyun stating to get tired, a love song started playing on the radio, and he started singing along in his sleepy tuneless drunk-person voice. It ended, and he told you that he loved you, before he fell asleep.

When you arrived at the carpark under your apartment complex, you had to prod and poke him for over a minute before he came back to life. On the way up to your apartment, he wrapped his arm around your waist, and leant a lot of his weight on you because he was almost too sleepy to walk. When you came inside, you helped him off with his coat and shoes and he mumbled something about how he loved you more than the squids and the balloons did, and meandred off towards your bedroom.

You finished getting undressed and walked into your bedroom to find your boyfriend flopped on your bed. He looked as if he had just thrown himself onto it and fallen asleep where he landed, fully dressed, diagonally across the bed, with his long legs dangling off the end.