Hello!!! Congrats on 500 followers! 🥳 Can't wait to see you grow more and what the future has in store for you 💕💕💕 I'd like to request Yeosang prompt 22 with a time stamp of like 2 or 3AM thank you 🙇🏻♀️
500 followers event // m.list
prompt 22: “It’s a bit frustrating how oblivious you are.” // time stamp [2 AM]
warnings: none, reader being fresh to yeoyeo, reader gropes the bouncer (accidentally!!!), are we surprised that this is over 200 words lol…
notes: thank you so much for this request, i have to be honest, it took me a while to get a feel for this request, so i hope it turned out okay! also, i think i kind of left it on a cliff hanger? idk should i continue this?
“I said I don’t need your help,” You cross your arms, shivering against the cool breeze outside the door of the club- the steady beat of the incline towards the climax of the song before the drop vibrated through the brick wall you leaned against. “I can make it home by myself.”
“You’re drunk,” Yeosang said simply, his stance wide as if to keep you from darting around him. He wore a gray-washed jean jacket over a black turtleneck that was tucked into baggy black pants. If he was cold, he didn’t let it show. “And you grabbed the bouncer’s chest making honking noises.”
“I thought he was San!! Anyone can make that honest mistake!” You defended yourself, throwing your hands up. The silence between you lasted a few moments as you stared right back at him, boldly lifting your chin and unwilling to yield. Yeosang just sighed, closing his eyes and pinching his nose.
“You’re lucky she called me,” He frowned, his voice conveying his concern. “This could have ended very badly.”
“I don’t even know why you came,” You said bitterly, toeing the gravel underneath you. “You’re busy and this place is out of your way from your usual route home.”
“It’s a bit frustrating how oblivious you are.” Yeosang said under his breath, wondering how long he would have to keep making it obvious that he was in love with you. He didn’t hesitate and he didn’t question anything when your friend called to come get you because of your drunk shenanigans that could result in your friend group being kicked out. He would have come anyway, even if it was five thousand miles out of his way.
“What?” You asked, stepping closer to hear him better. To be honest, your vision was dancing from the alcohol and your hearing has been muffled from the loud music.
“Nothing,” He hummed, holding out an arm. “Let me take you home.”
Something in his eyes stopped you from protesting against him, something that you swore was just your imagination. Something like he cared for you, the kind of care that derives from love. It had to be all in your head, because what are the chances that he actually loved you back?
