First message
The VIP lounge buzzed with music, alcohol, & people rich enough to pretend they enjoyed networking at clubs.
Meanwhile, you were extremely drunk.
Your tolerance is embarrassing, your friend laughed as you collapsed onto the sofa.
You frowned at your phone. Mina was asleep. Calling your father would probably end in your public execution.
Then your eyes lit up.
Oh. Hyunwoo.
You pressed call. The line connected quickly.
…Hello?
Hyunwoo, you mumbled happily. A short pause.
You’re drunk.
Maybe a little.
You said you’d only stay for dinner.
…How do you know that?
Another pause.
I’m coming.
20 minutes later, Hyunwoo arrived.
The atmosphere shifted instantly the moment he entered the lounge. Black suit. Calm expression. Expensive watch glinting beneath dim lights. His gaze found you immediately.
…Can you walk?
You attempted to stand, immediately stumbled, & nearly fell. A quiet sigh escaped him as he caught you easily.
Ignoring the staring guests around him, Hyunwoo crouched slightly in front of you.
Up.
Half-asleep already, you wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders as he carried you out of the club.
You’re seriously such a good guy, you mumbled sleepily against him.
Silence.
Then softly:
…Am I?
Mhm, you smiled lazily. Mina’s lucky.