Yeonjun felt dizzy. He was lightheaded and the alcohol in his veins had no intention of leaving any time soon. The light headed feeling was also not just lingering in the back of his head but taking over his mind and body.

He had been on Suchwita and even though he knew that he was going to drink he definitely underestimated it. But the day had been fun and Suga was an amazing host. He cared for his guests and seemed interested in them.

Yeonjun also knew before he even started the interview, that he would consume alcohol and that if he wasn't careful he could get drunk easily.

Suga actually seemed to be worried about Yeonjun and called him cute multiple times and Yeonjun would be lying if he said he didn't find it flattering. It was nice to hear a compliment or words of adoration from his sunbaenim.

On the way back to their dorms Yeonjun found himself drifting off to sleep with his hazy mind and tired body while seeing the street lights pass by. Taehyun woke him up after his quick nap when they arrived and Yeonjun felt a bit less dizzy.

Still, Terry had to give him some support while going up the stairs in case Yeonjun's legs gave up. Yeonjun's giggles could be heard in the stair case and Taehyun was trying to calm him down, getting more and more annoyed.

As soon as they arrived at the door upstairs, Terry let out an annoyed sigh and dug through his pockets for his keys while Yeonjun was leaning on him with an amused expression and a chuckle. Before Taehyun could pull out his keys, the door already clicked open, revealing Soobin who was dressed in comfortable clothes and his glasses were sitting on his nose bridge.

Taehyun didn't hesitate to push Yeonjun into Soobin's arms as soon as possible and Soobin had to save his phone from falling because of Yeonjun who immediately clawed at his white t-shirt.

"He drank too much," was the only thing Taehyun said before pulling his shoes off and pushing himself inside through the gap between the surprised Soobin and the doorframe. He could hear the door of Terry's room slam shut and when Soobin looked down at Yeonjun, he could see and smell that Yeonjun was drunk. The smell of alcohol was floating around him like a bubble.

His face was red, slightly swollen and probably hot. Yeonjun's eyes looked sleepy and red.

"Soobin~," Yeonjun murmured.

Soobin made a sound signalising that he heard Yeonjun. He held onto Yeonjun tightly while lowering himself down to the floor to free Yeonjun from his shoes and jacket.

"Come on, we gotta get inside or you'll drool all over the floor out here."

He pulled Yeonjun up and inside and closed the door behind him with his foot.

Yeonjun was still holding onto him but finally began to walk on his own with a tired grin on his face while Soobin tried to pull him into his own room in order to not wake or disturb the others.

The room was lit with purple LEDs and a salt crystal lamp. It had a window at the backside but it was covered by curtains. Next to the door on the right was a small bathroom and with the head side against the right wall stood a big comfortable bed.

He freed himself from Yeonjun who surprisingly stood up on his own in the middle of the room and closed the door to his room, his back facing Yeonjun. When he turned back around, Yeonjun looked up to his eyes through his messy bangs with a slight smile. It could be considered a smirk but what reason would Yeonjun have to smirk at Soobin.

For a moment, they held the eye contact, Soobin with his rather confused expression and Yeonjun with his, if Soobin had to interpret it without context, flirty look. But he had no reason to look at Soobin like that even though the pace of Soobin's heart may have quickened in that moment. Probably Yeonjun's sleepy, sweaty and overall messy look did that to him. That look made everyone more attractive, right?

Soobin took a few steps forward to somehow transport Yeonjun to the bathroom inside his room without him breaking an ankle. Before Soobin could touch Yeonjun, Yeonjun's eyes wandered to Soobin's chest where a silver necklace was dangling.

"You got new jewellery?" He played with the necklace with his finger, unconsciously leaning in to watch it move.

"Yeah."

"It's sooo pretty," Yeonjun said, mesmerised by the silver sparkly metal. His hazy mind was definitely messing with him.

"Sooo, how was Suchwita today?" Soobin started, letting Yeonjun play with his necklace.

"Good," he giggled.

"Suga was so nice, he even called me cute! And the food was good~" he slurred.

Soobin stayed quiet. He would've lied if he said that there wasn't something poking his heart at the thought of others calling Yeonjun cute.

He placed his hands on Yeonjun's shoulders and pushed him to the bathroom because he wouldn't move on his own. Drunk people things.

"Come on, you have to wash up. I'll help you." After he assisted Yeonjun with washing up in a lengthy process, he directed Yeonjun out of the bathroom and onto the bed.

"And Suga is so handsome, have you seen him?" He stated, staring at the ceiling while he was half laying half sitting on the bed.

"Yeah, I've seen him, now come on. You have to at least get your shirt off." He hates that Yeonjun's mind seems to be filled with Suga and that he can't stop babbling about him.

"Noo, it's gonna get cold," Yeonjun whined, looking at Soobin with his puppy eyes he knew Soobin could rarely resist. The way Yeonjun's perfect lips pouted out drove Soobin crazy every time he made this face, even if he didn't want to admit it.

"You'll get under your covers soon, now please work with me."

"But I don't want to sleep in my room. Please let me sleep here? Please?"

This was the point where Soobin couldn't resist anymore. Drunk Yeonjun was too cute.

"Ok, fine, this one time. Only because you're drunk. But you still have to take off your shirt or everything will smell like alcohol tomorrow."

It was good that Yeonjun had changed into sweatpants for the ride back home. He tried to take the shirt off but got tangled in it instead.

"Help me?" He asked, showing his pout again.

Soobin sighed and helped Yeonjun pull his shirt off. His breath stopped for a second when he saw that Yeonjun didn't wear anything under it. His skin was so perfect and he wanted to touch it. Yeonjun was sitting up and looked up at him from a lower position with his big eyes. That got Soobin's heart beating.

"I, uh, yeah. I have to pull the cover back. Stand up?" To his surprise Yeonjun did as he said and lifted himself to his feet. He was a bit wobbly but at least he stood up.

He pulled the cover back and made sure that the pillows were evenly distributed.

"You can get under the covers now. I have to wash up too and change so I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Do it fast or I'll miss you," Yeonjun mumbled while crawling under the covers.

Cute.

When he was finished with changing, he stepped out of the bathroom and got into the bed too. Yeonjun immediately turned to him and started to talk again.

"You know, Suga sunbaenim-"

"Please just stop talking about him." Soobin interrupted him.

"I know you like him and all that stuff but it's enough now. I got it."

"Oh, okay. I'm sorry..." Yeonjun said quietly, looking down. Soobin could hear he was genuinely sorry even though Soobin had been unnecessarily harsh on him. He sounded hurt. Yeonjun turned around and it broke Soobin's heart a bit.

"Hey, I'm sorry. That was too harsh. You know I sometimes overreact."

No answer.

Soobin hesitantly scooted closer to Yeonjun and slowly put his arms around his waist. He could feel Yeonjun's bare skin and how he shivered at the contact. It made him smile. Yeonjun's bare back was now pressed against Soobin's clothed chest.

"It's just that it's hard to suppress sometimes. I don't even know what it is. I just sometimes get really protective, I guess? You could also call it possessive maybe. When it comes to you I act stupid sometimes."

Soobin was brutally honest.

"I don't like when others call you cute or handsome or pretty because that's my job. I want to do all these things and see you get shy and flattered and all red. It's so cute and only I should be able to see it. It's for me to see, nobody else. That view belongs to me. It's all mine and you-"

Soobin interrupted himself.

"Fuck," he mumbled to himself. He didn't mean to say so much and he even surprised himself with all that talk about being possessive. It was ridiculous, to be honest, but he still felt it. Before being able to apologise, he was interrupted once again but this time by little noises Yeonjun let out. Little cute snores.

How much did he hear? How much was his drunk brain able to process?
That was for Soobin to find out.