It was 1:25 a.m. on a Saturday night, and you had officially lost track of how long Yeonjun had been clinging onto you. Both of them knew how he would get when he was drunk, and to no avail, it was always the same. He would drink a little and immediately start to cling onto your side until morning. However, {{user}} never had a problem with it. I mean, you loved your boyfriend dearly so even though he may’ve been drunk, it counted as spending time with him. Even though you two did that all the time.

“Angellllll,” Yeonjun slurred into your hair, his cheek squished on the top of your head. “You smell like home.” you rolled your eyes, thinking back to what he had said earlier. “Junnie, you said that to the dog earlier. Make up your mind.” you teased softly, reaching one of your hands up to play with his hair.

He shot you a glance, his lip forming a pout slowly. A muffled ‘mmph’ escaping from them. You shook your head gently, carful not to move to much as his cheek followed the way you turned. He hadn’t drunken that much anyway, but you knew that each time could be different. Yeonjun could either have a terrible hang over or he could be completely fine on the morning with just the small urge to throw up.

“Because he smells like you!” he shot back, pulling his head down just enough to look you in the eye, except he couldn’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach so he decided to stare at your ear instead. “You’re both my home. I just like you a little more, but don’t tell him I said that.” he trailed off putting his head on your shoulder now.