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“Yah, is anyone here with this kid?”
The voice of a familiar classmate rings out against the electronic beat that is pumping through the room.
The legs of the coffee table which Yeon Sieun’s forehead is pressed against shakes from the force of the beat, mixed with the stomps and movements of drunk teenagers clambering around him.
He lolls his head from one side to the other, the cold sensation of the wood feeling good against his flushed cheeks.
Sieun pauses for a second, squinting his eyes open to watch his classmate hover above him, whose name has been pushed to the back of his mind by the drunken fog.
The boy crouches down beside the table and picks up Sieun’s phone.
“What’s your password?”
Sieun peers up at him through his long lashes suspiciously. He then drags his head up, attempting to sit up straight yet immediately failing as he loses his balance, swaying.
“Why should I tell you?” he slurs.
The other boy sighs, looking down at Sieun with a face of frustration and a hint of pity.
“Because you’re alone and drunk out of your senses,” the boy awkwardly clears his throat.
“And you’re kinda in the way lying here…so I’m gonna call someone to get you,” he finishes.
Sieun tries his best to make sense of the words the boy’s familiar face is saying to him and slightly gets the jist he is out of place.
Honestly, Sieun can’t quite remember how he got here in the first place. Why would he be at a place like this? Had he argued with his mother again? His head hurt.
Sighing reluctantly, Sieun begins to murmur his password.
“……0….5….2….9,” Sieun coughs, the taste of alcohol beginning to burn it’s way back up his throat.
He lays his head back on the table.
“Where the hell is this kid’s call log?” he hears the boy say, exasperated as he taps through Sieun’s phone.
The sound of the phone dialling begins to ring through Sieun’s ears.
Whoever is on the receiving end of the call picks up quickly, only letting the dial ring three times.
And then, in a tinny, distant voice.
“Sieun-ah? Where are you? Are you okay?”
Suho.
At the sound of that voice, Sieun perks up, like someone just dunked a bucket of ice water over him. Tingles simmer throughout his body.
“Ah, um, this is actually Lee Jungjae from your class,” the boy starts.
“I’m here with Sieun right now and he’s pretty drunk so I just called the first person in his call lo-“
“Send me the address.”
Sieun hears Suho abruptly cut in and then a beep tone that indicates he’s hung up.
The boy looks at the phone, startled, and then back at where Sieun is lying, whose eyes are beginning to flicker closed.
“I guess he’s on his way.”
—
“Sieun-ah.”
His head is throbbing with pain. Each of his limbs feel like someone has wrung them out and dropped him back on the ground in this uncomfortable position.
“Sieun-ah,” again, a voice calls out to him incredibly softly, as if any louder and Sieun will shatter.
“Hey. Hey, it’s me. Can you hear me?” the voice continues to lull him out of his sleep, now accompanied by a tender hand coaxing his damp hair.
“Aish, what was he thinking? Does he know how worried I was?” the voice mutters disapprovingly now, almost to itself.
Sieun forces his eyes open and is met with Ahn Suho, staring back at him, brows furrowed and eyes pooling with concern. It clicks.
“ ‘m sorry,” Sieun immediately tries to mumble out.
Suho didn’t need to come all the way here. How troublesome he must be being right now. A knot of guilt begins to form in Sieun’s already unsettled stomach.
“No, shhh, it’s okay,” Suho’s honey-like voice is back.
“I’m not mad at you. Never.”
Suho’s large hand continues to stroke along Sieun’s head, fingers dancing at the nape of his neck. Sieun leans into his touch, eyes once again fluttering closed as he lets drunk unconsciousness slip back over him.
“Ah, Sieun-ah. Stay awake a bit longer for me, hm? Just until I get you home.”
With a sudden urge to please Suho and make himself less of an inconvenience, Sieun pulls himself into a sitting position, groggily attempting to adjust to his surroundings.
Smiling at his awakening, Suho reaches out and carefully brushes a few stray hair strands out of Sieun’s eyes.
His hands then come to rest either side of Sieun’s now burning-up face, delicately cupping it. Suho’s eyes seem to roam across Sieun’s face searchingly, as if he’s assessing for any possible injuries.
Sieun stares back at him, confusion evident in his doe eyes.
What? Why does his chest feel like it’s bubbling with some feeling threatening to overflow?
Sieun makes a note to himself to never drink again. It makes him feel weird.
Clearing his throat, Suho drops his hands. Sieun immediately wants them back, the loss of Suho’s body heat on his face suddenly unbearable.
“Wah, how are we gonna get you out of here in this state?” Suho asks, standing up.
He looks down at Sieun and then at the crowded room around them.
“Do you think you can stand?” Suho asks.
Sieun, in fact, does not think he can stand, however meekly nods, not wanting to burden Suho any further.
He begins to rise and wobbles, but is steadied by strong, stable hands.
Suho then links a tight arm around his waist and shrugs Sieun’s arm onto his shoulder with an encouraging smile.
“Lean on me.”
—
Slowly, the pair begin to work their way through the jumble of people. Suho guides Sieun through the house, weaving in and out of corners and corridors.
This house feels like a maze to Sieun’s intoxicated brain.
They’re halfway down a hallway when Suho abruptly stops.
Sieun watches him with puzzlement as he empties the pocket of his windbreaker inside out.
“Shit. I left my keys in the other room.”
He turns to Sieun.
“Sieun-ah,” he gently starts, “Do you think you could wait here for a second? I just need to grab my keys. I’ll be right back, I promise.”
Sieun manages to hum in agreement.
Suho then moves to lean Sieun against the nearest doorframe, handling him delicately, and securely positioning him before he leaves.
Sieun watches him half-walk half-run down the corridor and drowsily leans his head against the wooden frame.
He faintly acknowledges a conversation happening in the room next to him and tunes in and out whilst he waits.
“Did you guys hear Suho back there when he first came in?” Sieun recognises the voice as Jungjae from earlier.
“No, why?” another boy asks, laughing.
“Seriously, he was like a madman. He came running in all like,”
Jungjae switches to a deep voice, which Sieun assumes is supposed to imitate Suho.
“What the hell is wrong with you guys? You just left your classmate to black out on his own, huh? No one was gonna help him?”
“No way. What did you guys say?”
a girl’s voice asks.
“We all just kinda stared at him. I think that just made him more angry though. He was suddenly like,”
Jungjae switches back to the deep voice.
“Take me to Sieun. Now.”
“Sieun-ah?”
Suho’s voice drags him out of the conversation and back to where Suho is now standing in front of him, worry evident on every part of his face.
“Hey, I’m back.” He sounds out of breath.
“You okay?”
Sieun doesn’t quite register his words, his thoughts still stuck on what he had just eavesdropped on.
Is Suho angry? Sieun hopes not.
Sieun leans in and squints hard at Suho now, trying to examine his face through a drunken haze. But he wasn’t seeing anger.
No, Suho faced him with a soft smile, the corners of his mouth tugging with amusement.
“Ah, Sieun-ah. Why are you looking at me like that?” Suho asks, his tone now playful.
“Like what?” Sieun murmurs innocently.
“I don’t know, like, all intense.”
Hm? Was Si-eun being intense? He was just plainly looking.
Suho makes a loud sighing noise, but he doesn’t sound frustrated. If anything, he sounds entertained.
“Drunk Sieun is driving me crazy.” Suho states, to no one in particular.
He then moves to resume their previous position, securing his arm around Sieun’s waist. And as the two move towards the front door, Sieun could’ve sworn he heard Suho mumble “cute” under his breath.
—
Sieun wakes up to a quiet, dark room, the only sound to be heard being the low buzz of a fan.
He lies perfectly still, brain computing how he got here. Wasn’t he supposed to be at some party? Why is he in his bedroom?
He feels disoriented and still not completely sober. Groaning, he moves to shift in the bed but pauses.
There’s a heavy weight strung across his torso.
Cautiously, he turns and is met with Ahn Suho’s face smushed into the pillow next to him.
Sieun snaps to sit up.
Surely not. Sieun must still be so drunk he’s imagining things.
He looks back to confirm his delusion and yet, to his surprise, is met with Suho squinting at him, eyes full of weariness and confusion.
“Hm? Sieun-ah?” Suho’s voice is thick with
sleep.
“Baby, it’s okay. Go back to sleep.”
When Sieun doesn’t reply, Suho begins to reach out for him in the dark, patting and tugging at him before Sieun gives in and lies back down.
Like it’s the most natural thing in the world, Suho’s arms find their way around Sieun and pull him close to his chest. He then tangles their legs together, leaving not even an inch of space between them.
Seeming to be satisfied in this postion, Suho makes a faint noise of contentment. Sieun listens as his breathing evens out, beginning to resemble the pattern of soft snoring.
Sieun’s eyes stay open, staring at the ceiling as a warmth begins to blossom in his chest.
This meant Suho must have come to find him and take him home.
The thought of Suho getting him into his apartment, taking his shoes off for him and tucking him into bed made Sieun’s cheeks feel hot.
Sieun attempts to shake the thoughts away. He could analyse what all this means in detail tommorow.
For now, he’s far too tired to use his brain anymore. He attempts to commit to sleep and may or may not tuck his head a little snugger under Suho’s chin.