Sehun ✗ Yuzi
“Because I didn’t hear it,” she babbled, voice not normal, alcohol definitely affecting her,not something that would usually happen, without noticing, due to the sticky sweet taste, she had drunk those beverages, ending up loaded before realizing, to the point of sickness,nobody having warned her, told her, about the content of the drinks, probably thinking of it as exception, exemption to her usual attitude of staying sober, laughing it off, until it was too late. Eventually, for having his number last in his records, for message or call, she didn’t know, her friends, classmates, had called him, to pick her up, ask for help, she hadn’t noticed any of it, neither how they packed her things, sending her out eventually, stumbling in her heels, forced upon her from the other girls, neatly dressing her up for that club. Dance practice of years, heels needed at time, had made it easy for her, walking around in them,even with this kind of intoxication, until eventually falling against him, fingers instantly clutching onto his jacket, seeking for support, preventing her wobbly steps. “Why are you here? Are you trying to find someone to pick up?” Inside her head it seemed amusing, the thought of him having gone out to party, running into him at such times, a thought that was soon dropped again, forgotten in her rapture, finding something else to concentrate on,attention rate of a hummingbird, she wasn’t as controlled as usual, able to think well. “Shouldn’t you dress more warmly? You might catch a cold,” she muttered, the irony of her saying this, dressed in shorts, beloved crop top, she was way more at an risk, catching a cold in such a get up, jacket not even worn, tied around her hips, to not get lost in her haze. “You should listen to what Noona tells you, you know?”
Luckily he didn’t have to wait for a long time until all the work is done and over with. Helmet and jacket on, he rushes his way to the club she mentioned where she was headed to. To be see her quite wasted and now leaning against him, her lithe fingers could only tug on his jacket at most under the influence of alcohol, crimson tinge painted across her face, things that aren’t making sense mumbled past her lips that caught his gaze to stare at as she spoke.
“Find some to.. what?” He reaches for her, being the only support for her to properly stand despite having her weight shifted completely against him. Her skin is warm, much contrast to his own as he hugs her close. Since he has never been to her home it’s quite a hassle talking to her into it— and if he were to take her home, would she be upset with him the next morning when she’s sober enough? “Come on, I’ll take you home.”
Yuzi could barely hold a proper conversation, some might find it annoying but to some, for this instance Sven finds the situation rather amusing because this is the first time seeing her gets wasted. With spring soon comes to end, making way for summer to approach it gets warmer these days. “I suppose you’re right, but I have my jacket on me and that’s more than enough.” He plays along amid sweeping her off her feet to be carried to his bike.
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