Beautiful Target | Ahyoung
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As he pulls up to one of those hole-in-the-wall chimaek places near Seoul National University, it suddenly occurs to him that he forgot to ask for Daeyeol’s friend’s name. Sighing, he grits his teeth as he decides to start looking at all the tables to find his brother.
there’s the faint burning in her chest that she’s all too familiar with as she struggles to stand under the weight of her friend leaning into her. daeyeol and ahyoung had been talking often than before after the attack, at first out of concern which then progressed into platonic comfort they’ve found in each other. daeyeol being daeyeol, and ahyoung being ahyoung, they’d planned to meet for a night out with mutual friends- there’s only a few ways that university students can blow off steam in seoul: most of them consisting drinking themselves half to death.
at first she lets him act like his usual drunk self, immersed with her own conversations while daeyeol roams around like a hyperactive beagle. dizzy headed herself, time passes all too quickly for her to notice with a drink in her hand. it’s when he face plants with his phone in his hand which causes ahyoung to start getting really concerned. an unspoken rule has been established between the group that it’s ahyoung who’s to take care of drunk daeyeol, and she gets up from her seat in a hurry to kneel besides her semi-conscious friend. “daeyeol, i know this is supposed to be your last night but-” she stops short when his phone lights up, reading the caller i.d.
blinking slowly, she picks up the call hesitantly while pulling daeyeol up with her free hand. “hello-” she huffs, pulling him towards the table, “sorry if this is a bad timing-” it probably is “-but daeyeol is really, really drunk. and he needs a ride home.” because there’s no way she’s brining him to her apartment. “i’d wait all night for him to sober up, but i have a lecture i can’t miss at 7 in the morning so-” her weak explanation is interrupted when daeyeol folds over, vomiting half of everything he’d consumed in the past couple of hours. “...please get here as quick as possible.” she hangs up before patting him on the back as he heaves into the plastic bucket one of the waitresses placed on the floor in disgust.
“hey, try not to throw up on yourself. you already smell bad enough already.” she makes a face. “wait here, okay? i’m going to get you a glass of water.” she’s not sure if he’s even listening. ahyoung gets up to fetch a glass before slamming her shoulders with someone. “oof-” she mumbles. “ow. sorry, my ba-” ahyoung squints, recognizing the face under the dim lights. “oh! hey, there you are.” with the alcohol in her system, she doesn’t think twice before wrapping her fingers around his wrist to pull him towards the table where his brother is sprawled across at, asleep. “he was throwing up a minute ago. i think he’s good now, though. you arrived at the right time, i guess.”








