Jongseob didn’t drink a lot. To be totally honest, you had never thought he could even bear to indulge a small glass of soju. But here he was, half asleep on the table, as you arrived at the bar he went to get wasted, literally. His long curls were falling on his forehead and you forced yourself to not run your fingers in his hair to feel the soft locks

“Jongseob?” you murmured to not startle him

As he heard your soft whisper, he lifted his hair sleepily, his beautiful eyes clouded by the alcohol

“Hi {{user}}~ why are you here?~” he asked you with a lopsided smile, making your heart flutter. Hard.