Drunken Cherry Confession
ִֶָ࣪☾. 강여상 —
paring: bsf!yeosang x gn!reader
genre: cute fluffy, drunken confession
warnings: alcohol ofc, three swear words, yeosang gets cuteness aggression for reader, reader is a giggly drunk and laughs too much, reader is kinda whiney and annoying lol, a kiss,
ss: 1
wc / cc : 1.6k / 9k
a/n: this is a thank you for 100 followers !! omg ilysmmmm 🤍 this was originally supposed to be a drabble but somehow it got to 1k+ 🫣 hehe enjoy everyone, I literally had so much fun writing this <33
synopsis —---
When you send Yeosang texts claiming you have an emergency at 1 in the morning, he rushes over to your place after you leave him without answer to find out what this "emergency"
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The knocking on your door was urgent. You open it with a giggle.
“What's going on?!” Yeosang says frantically, he looks you up and down for any injuries—grabbing your arms for more inspection, but sees none.
He walks inside your house and takes a look around for anything that could be related to the texts you sent him. Nothing. You on the other hand follow him like a lost puppy around your own home. He finally turns to you.
“Y/N why have you been ignoring my texts? And what's the emergency?” He raises a brow, wondering if this was all a ploy to get him to come over. You trip over nothing, his arm goes to your waist catching you before you fall. He steadies you. “...Are you drunk?”
You shake your head no with a pout. You pause and think for a moment. Okay maybe you were. You hold up your fingers and show the smallest amount between your thumb and index.
“Only a little bit.” You giggle. It was almost one in the morning, and by the looks of your outfit—you hadn't even left the house! Yeosang shakes his head and takes your wrist, dragging you to the kitchen.
He sits you on the stool. Yeosang maneuvers through your kitchen and you watch him intently as he grabs you a glass of water. He slids it to you on the counter and you caught it. You stare down at the clear liquid with annoyance. You look up at Yeosang with a pout.
“Drink it, Y/N.”
“But what if it tastes bad?” You ask greatly concerned.
“What if it—? It's just water! Water doesn't have a taste.” Yeosang rolls his eyes.
“Yes it does...!” Your words slur as you argue, you swirl the liquid in your cup. “It tastes better when it's cold.”
He sighs. You weren't wrong on that.
“Can you please drink the water, Y/N,” he asks softer this time. You finally comply and drink the water. Some of it dribbles off your chin. He walks over to you and wipe your chin with his sleeve. Once you were done with your drink, you place the cup down. “Why did you send me texts of an emergency this late at night when there clearly is no emergency?”
“There is too!” You huff, crossing your arms.
“Oh yeah? What's this so called "emergency", y/n?”
You point to the jar of cherries on the countertop next to an open bottle of tequila, half done jug of lemonade and two glass cups, one had lemonade in it already and the other one was empty but clearly used.
“...I couldn't open it,” you say sadly. Your finger traces something on the marble countertop. Then you look up at him with the most devastating puppy eyes and ask, “Can you open it for me? Please?”
He folds instantly, the cuteness aggression taking over his whole body. It took everything in him to not pinch your face. He'd do anything you ask him to in this moment. He wets his bottom lip with his tongue before opening the jar with ease. The stars in your eyes at the sight of the open jar and the smile you gave him did not help with his aggression. You hop of the stool and take the jar from his hands and said a polite thank you. You pop two cherries in your mouth and start giggling again, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to let you have these sugary things right now... You place the jar down and it makes a clink sound as it hits the countertop. You look around promptly before rememberance flashes past your eyes.
Yeosang watches you curiously as you stumble your way to the pantry. You return with your phone. Why was it in the pantry? He didn't know. You were chuckling to yourself about something. Music starts drifting from your phone speakers. You place the device in the fruit basket which makes Yeosang sigh, he proceeds to remove it from there before you lose it again. With his back turned for only a couple of seconds, he heard the sound of something pouring. He turns around in a flash, you had spilt tequila on the floor and some on yourself but you did manage to get some in the cup.
“Oops.”
“Y/N— No.” He quickly takes the bottle away from you. You side eye him but he stands firm. Yeosang walks over to the fridge and puts the bottle on top of it, knowing you wouldn't be able to reach it. He turns back and catches you drinking the cocktail you had mixed up, you had managed to put some cherries in. He takes the cup out of your hands, with no effort really.
“Hey, I was drinking that!” You cross your arms, your words slurred together.
“Too bad, Y/N. Look you can drink the rest tomorrow, okay?” You glare at him and was about to speak when the song drifting from your phone which was now on the counter, changed—whatever words you were going to say were forgotten cause you were now dancing way to fast for the slow pace song.
While you were distracted, Yeosang hides the rest of the drink in the fridge. He cleans up the mess you made afterwards. There was a poke on his side as he was discarding the dirty paper towels.
“Yeosaaaaang.” You drag, poking him until he gave you all his attention. “Dance with me!”
“I think you need to go to bed.” He says instead.
“Nooooo!” You pout. “Please?”
And there he goes folding again. He lets you wrap your arms around his lower torso, ignoring the way his heart was hammering in his chest right now. His hands rest on your lower back, respectfully. He sways with you to the music, your tempo slightly off but still it was... Nice. You rest your cheek on his chest.
“Your heart is going thumpity thump, thump.” He freezes. You chuckle before letting out a yawn. “You make my heart go thumpity thump, thump too.”
The another yawn leaves your mouth. Right now was not the time for Yeosang to be dwelling on your half confession.
“Let's get you to bed.” He says. But you don't make any move to let go of him. “Y/N?”
“You're comfy.” You snuggle deeper in his chest, hugging him tighter. “Don't wanna move...”
And knowing your stubborn ass, you weren't gonna move for a little while so he does the only solution he could think of. His arm hooks under your knees—you let out a surprise yelp by his sudden movements, you were now being carried bridal style. Yeosang carries you all the way to your bedroom, you must have found it amusing because you wouldn't stop laughing. What was funny? He really didn't know. He plops you down on the soft mattress and goes to your drawer where he knows you keep all your sleepwear. He throws an oversized t shirt and shorts on the bed next to you.
“Get changed.” He then promptly turns around to give you a bit of privacy. There was a sound of shuffling behind him before he hears your voice.
“I'm done.” He turns around only to get the same pair of shorts he gave you thrown in his face, they fall to the floor in a heap. You giggle again. “Don't want them.”
“Okay. That's fine.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
You pout your pink lips for like the fourth time this night.
“What?”
“I have something to tell you. But you have to come closer.” He raises a brow but complies. He's standing right next to the edge of your bed. You wave your hand exaggeratedly, as your dangling legs kick a bit. “closer!”
He decides to humor you, he leans down.
“What did you want to tell m—!!” His eyes widen in surprise as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down. His hands land on either side of you to keep himself from falling on top of you. You found this shit fucking hilarious, laughing as tears form in your eyes. Yeosang's face turns red, red like the cherries you were just eating.
“What is wrong with you?” He manages to get out of his tight throat. His heart picks up again, faster than it was in the kitchen. Your arms were still wrapped around his neck which is turning red hot by the second.
“Everything!” You smile as if that was normal.
You two share a moment of quiet, just staring at each other for God knows how long. He couldn't stop thinking how pretty your eyes were, shiney from the tears you shed from laughing.
Your legs hook around his waist, pulling closer. He was suddenly aware you weren't wearing any pants underneath your t-shirt. This was not a friendly position, not friendly at all... Next thing he knew, your lips brush against his. He can taste the cherry and tequila on your sweet lips in the kiss. You pull back, licking your lips.
“I like you soooo much.” He could die, like literally right now. “You're so pretty, you know?
Your arms leave his neck so you could hold his face.
“My pretty, pretty princess.” You coo at him. Then you yawn softly, your eyes flutter shut and you mumble, “I'm sorry for kissing you, Yeosangie.. I couldn't help myself cause...”
Your legs' hold loosen and your hands lay next to either side of your head. Did you fall asleep mid sentence? He waits for a minute but nothing from you. He slowly straightens, his job here was done— Your fingers grab onto the hem of his hoodie, you let out a whimper.
“Don't leave.” Your eyes open, they were droopy because you were clearly tired. But they stare at him with that stare that made him want to give you anything you asked for.
“I'm not going anywhere.”
Extra: how it all started
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