kirvu:
There was no telling what a man would do when he’s under the influence. He would not set time aside to think before he acts, but would do so without a sense of what may come to be when those actions have been brought into order. And Baekhyun, whom downed nearly two bottles of vodka last night, had become a prisoner to the alcoholic beverage that flooded his system completely. Intoxicated, he was slipping in and out of consciousness last night at the tavern and consequently, the bartender had taken his cellphone into his possession and called the first person whom appeared on his recent call log: Hyeri. He doesn’t know much about how things had transcended that night, but when he was awoken by the sound of her voice, his gaze fell onto the shirt that hugged his torso snugly. It was far too tight for own comfort. And there, he was sober enough to distinguish one thing.
He was wearing female clothing.
Baekhyun was now sober enough to think for himself and yet, he decided that it was best to keep himself from thinking when pain burned through his cranium. There in the back of his head lied the pounding sensation of a headache that stretched all the way to his temples and lingers around his right eye. He brings a palm over to his forehead, the pads of his fingers massaging his temples in some feeble attempt to free himself of the pain. Maybe it was foolish of him to consume more alcohol than his body could tolerate, but there wasn’t much more he could do with such burdensome thoughts running rampant through his mind from the moment he rises to which he falls. He is living in his own nightmare, running haywire from reality that tries to bring him down, or rather - so he would presume.
"Hey, brat," spills from her mouth as soon as she’d noticed the condition he was in, he was unresponsive when she had spoken to him earlier, so she must have figured he was still in the beginning stages of waking up, caught in between the consciousness and unconsciousness. "Are you wearing my clothes…?" Hyeri closed the distance between them by taking one long stride towards him, she pinches the sleeve of his ( or her ) shirt, tugging his arm half a fraction of an inch into the air.
And sure enough, it belonged to her.
For once, he was unable to think of a witty comeback, something that would leave her speechless and grant him the satisfaction of victory. Nothing comes to mind, but a faint shade of crimson dusts over his cheeks ( he knows he’s guilty ), he yanks his arm out of her grasp and grabs his shirt that is draped over the couch’s arm. Baekhyun doesn’t even spare her a glance ( knowing he’s too flustered to even look at her ) as he maneuvers himself off the couch, brushing past her in a matter of seconds and flees to the bathroom without a single word leaving his lips.
Mistakes happen, but this mistake will never happen again.
It was a little past midnight and she was about to catch some Z's until her phone rang. 'Byun Baekhyun' was the contact who happened to be calling her for whatever reason. A groan escaped her lips as she picked up the phone reluctantly, knowing that him calling at this time, it might've been something important. Hearing an unknown voice's on the other line, suspicions grew until they died down just as quickly when she heard that her oh-so beloved best friend was drunk. For the first part, she was angry that he, of all people, drank without her. Yet again, another frustrated groan slipped out before she mumbled angrily into the phone that she was coming in five or so minutes.
And the next morning came after she took him back to her place...
Fixing up some hangover soup, she allowed the pot to boil for a couple minutes and then she went back to her guestroom, checking up on the other. Seeing that he was finally awake, she grinned over at him. And then the sight of her shirt on him caught her eye.
« oh my god. oh my god. damn, you must've been really drunk, oh god. are you seriously wear- ing my shirt? how did you get it anyways? wow, i'm taking a pic- ture of this. DON'T MOVE. »
In a swift motion, she fished out her phone and before she knew it, the male flashed out of the room and into the bathroom without a word. An airy chuckle escaped her tiers as she happily skips over to her bathroom, phone ready to snap a picture.
« baeeekkk. why do you hafta be like that? hmmm. that's what you get for drinking with- out me! you brat. »