I am never letting V drink ever again.

He somehow knows I'm there, because he calls my name and before I can escape, he is on me like a predator on prey.

His arms wrap around me in an iron grip, and he pulls me back onto the bed so fast I can barely notice what is happening.

"Stay with me, okay?" He mumbles against my neck, burying his face into the crook between my neck and shoulder. "Pinky promise."

Pinky promise.

I would've died at his childishness if the situation was anything except for me getting used as a teddy bear.

I wriggle out like a sneaky snake and fill the empty spot with a fluffy pillow, which he immediately squeezes the life out of.

I cringe at the significant dipping of the bed as I stand up, hoping V didn't wake up.

He was so drunk I wanted to laugh at myself for even suspecting that. Even if I slammed a frying pan over and over on the walls of the room, he probably wouldn't even budge.

I tear my fingers through my hair, annoyed at the boys for leaving V alone. They should've been well aware children should be kept under supervision.

Nam Bora:
Hey

Nam Bora:
Where are you

Cookie:
Out

Cookie:
Why?

Cookie:
Did something happen?

Nam Bora:
It's not a something

Nam Bora:
It's a someone

Nam Bora:
How could you leave V
all by himself?

Cookie:
.........

Cookie:
V? As in our V hyung?

Nam Bora:
Do u know any other
person named V?

Nam Bora:
You doofus

Cookie:
What happened?

Cookie:
Is he hurt?

Nam Bora:
No.... but he is
DRUNK

Nam Bora:
Tell me what to do
Kookie

Nam Bora:
Idk anything

Cookie:
But V hyung doesn't drink

Cookie:
He's against drinking

Nam Bora:
Well apparently he's
here drunk so he's drunk

Nam Bora:
Maybe one of your hyungs
left it out and he thought it was
H2O IDK

Cookie:
Omg

Cookie:
You're right

Cookie:
Let me talk to Suga hyung

Nam Bora:
K do it ASAP

I nearly drop my phone when I hear the rushed sound of rapid breathing. When I crouch down next to V and feel his temperature, I flinch.

Was a fever this high normal for drunk people?

His face was flushed in heat, the tips of his ears scarlet. I'm trying not to panic as I quickly grab a bowl from the kitchen and fill it with ice cold water. There's a small handkerchief hanging over the oven, so I hurry to grab it and soak it in the bowl.

I drape the wet cloth over his forehead, smoothing his locks to the back so it got out of the way. Unconsciously in the heat, V moves his hands to his collar, trying to tug his sweatshirt off.

After I check he has a shirt under, I help to get it off of him. I can see that the shirt inside is drenched in sweat as I soak the cloth again in the bowl.

Then he tries to pull his shirt off, and I jump to take his hands away from the material.

'Nope, you're definitely keeping that on.' I think as I tuck his hands under his back. It might not last a while, so I work quickly to adjust his position to make it more comfortable.

My phone dings, and I rush to check the message. It's from Jungkook- and my eyes go wide at his words.

Cookie:
I'm sorry, Bora

Cookie:
Me and my hyungs
can't go home tonight

Cookie:
Please take care of
V hyung, okay?

Nam Bora:
Jungkook

Nam Bora:
When can u come
home?

Cookie:
We'll be there
In the morning

Cookie:
This is Suga

Cookie:
U know what to do, kiddo

Cookie:
This is your hope your angel

Cookie:
I second Suga hyung

Cookie:
Omg I'm sorry Bora

Cookie:
My hyungs can be stupid
sometimes

Nam Bora:
Ur the only one
I can like, kook

Cookie:
😜

Cookie:
Good luck with hyung

Cookie:
Btw he hugs things
when he sleeps

Nam Bora:
Already learned that
the hard way

Cookie:
This is Jimin

Cookie:
YOU BETTER NOT
DO ANYTHTING TO HIM

Cookie:
This is your worldwide
handsome

Cookie:
You can do anything to him

Cookie:
;))