“You need to loosen up.” Soelhee prodded. “Take your mind off some things.”

Eun Ae swirled the drink in her hand, her lips pulled into a thin line. “I can try.”

“Don’t try, DO.” Jooni said, pushing the glass to her friend’s lips. “Go ahead and knock it back.”

With a heavy sigh she complied, wincing at the bitter taste of the alcohol.

“Good girl.” Soelhee clapped a hand on her back and tugged her away from the bar.

Seven songs and five drinks later, she found herself stumbling towards the bathroom, pressing through the crowd of tightly packed bodies.  She almost tipped over just as she was about to reach the door, but she caught herself, wobbling as she tried to stay upright.  A hand reached out and clasped her arm, steadying her.

“EunAe?” Kyo asked, eyeing the girl skeptically. “Are you okay?”

“Yep, fine… or maybe not.”  Her speech was a bit slurred, Kyo noted with a sigh as she craned her neck to locate Key.  She waved him over. “It seems she’s drunk.”

“EunAe? Taemin’s tutor?” Key clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Maybe we should take her home, do you know where she lives?”

Kyo shrugged. “How would I know? EunAe… EunAe?”

She glanced at the girl to find her partially asleep, leaning against her shoulder. “Hm?”

“Where do you live?” Key asked.

The girl’s next sentence was too jumbled for either of them to decipher, the combination of stress and intoxication had gotten to Eun Ae’s head.

“Maybe we should ask Taemin?” Kyo suggested.  Key sighed and began to lead the girls out of the club, supporting most of EunAe’s weight as she dragged her feet.

-

Taemin looked at the girl lying across his bed, his heart skipping a beat.  He’d lied to his friends when they’d call to ask for her address and told them he didn’t know where she lived and it’d be best to just drop her off here with him.

His eyes flitted across her sleeping form, starting at her toes – damn he even loved her pretty feet, her toes polished in a bright shade of purple. His gaze moved up and over thin ankles, long legs and shapely hips, where they lingered for a moment, fantasizing about the how he’d make those hips move one day.

They moved further up, taking in everything from her slim waist and her bust to her face, were his eyes stayed.  She was too beautiful and she was in his bed – how could it not be meant for her to be his? He pressed a feathery kiss to her lips and slowly lay down beside her, eyes on her serene expression.

His hands brushed over hers and then moved to her belt, where he undid the clasp.  The lightly smoothed over the exposed flesh from where her top met her pants before pulling away and gently tugging the belt free.  He grabbed her hands and slowly and gently pulled them up, tying them to the bed post.

Oh yes, she was his now.