I loveee your fanfics! Can you perhaps do a Pi Han Wool x reader where the reader is drunkk? And lead to something smut or whatever you want! Thank youu
Pairing: Pi Han Wool x reader
Tone: Soft, protective, slow, cute, fluttery
I know this isnt how he acts irl stop reminding me this is a made up ff alr it doesnt have to be accurate
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You practically tripped into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind you with a clumsy heel and muttering something about the world “tilting just a little bit.”
You didn’t even get a full step inside before you saw him.
Hanwool, sitting on the couch in a hoodie, hair pushed back like he’d been running his hands through it while he waited for you. His eyes widened when he saw your clearly tipsy state.
“Noona…?” he said carefully.
You grinned so big your cheeks hurt.
“Haaaan Wooool,” you sang, stumbling toward him like he was gravity itself.
He stood up immediately. “Okay, okay, careful—”
You nearly face-planted into his chest, but his arms wrapped around you just in time.
You snuggled into him like he was warm furniture.
“Mmm,” you hummed, cheek pressed against his hoodie. “You smell niceee. Like-like fabric softener and… you.”
Han Wool froze. Completely. Utterly.
“…Noona,” he said softly, “you’re really drunk.”
You nodded dramatically.
“I’m not drunk. I’m… relaxed.”
You didn’t argue. You just nuzzled further into his chest.
He didn’t know what to do with his hands at first, one hovered awkwardly behind your back, the other by your waist until he finally sighed and hugged you properly, warm and firm.
“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked quietly. “I could’ve picked you up.”
“Because…” you mumbled into his hoodie, “you’d lecture me.”
Hanwool looked down at you, eyes softening.
“I still want to keep you safe.”
That made something flutter inside you. Even drunk, you felt it.
He guided you to the couch, sitting you down gently.
“Water first,” he said, turning toward the kitchen.
“Nooo, Han Wool, come back,” you whined, clutching the sleeve of his hoodie like a child.
He paused.
His ears turned red.
He sat down again, a little closer this time, worrying his bottom lip as he watched you. You rested your head on his shoulder, swinging your feet like a child with zero awareness of how adorable you looked.
“You’re warm,” you said simply.
Han Wool’s entire soul left his body.
He cleared his throat. “You’re always like this when you drink?”
“Nooo,” you mumbled, “just with you.”
He tensed again, he always tensed when you were too honest, too close. He wasn’t used to noona letting her guard down, leaning into him, touching him like this.
“…Should I be worried?” he asked, voice small.
You tilted your head up, catching his eyes.
Big. Brown. Nervous. Fluttering like he didn’t know what to do with the feelings pinning him down.
“No,” you whispered, almost sober for a second. “You make me feel safe.”
He swallowed hard.
His eyes softened completely, like you’d just knocked the wind out of him.
“Okay,” he whispered back. “Come here.”
You were already there, but he still pulled you a little closer, thumb brushing your cheek as if he wasn’t sure he was allowed to.
You smiled at him, cheeks pink from the alcohol and the way he was looking at you.
“Noona…” he said softly, “if you keep staring at me like that, I’m gonna… I dunno… melt or something.”
You giggled an adorable, messy, tipsy sound.
Han Wool laughed quietly.
Really laughed.
You blinked up at him, leaning in just a little closer, your forehead almost brushing his.
“Hanwool,” you whispered, “can I…?”
He froze.
Heart pounding.
Eyes wide.
So you leaned in pressed a small, warm kiss to his lips.
Hanwool didn’t move for a whole second.
Then he cupped your cheek and kissed you back, just once, barely there.
You smiled when you pulled back.
He did too, a tiny, shy, beautiful smile.
“Noona,” he murmured, forehead touching yours, “sleep first. We can… talk when you’re awake.”
“But…” you mumbled, already sinking into his chest, “Han Wool… don’t leave.”
He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, holding you carefully as you drifted off.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered.
