the smell of strawberry soju coming from your lips hit his nose, you were drunk, again.. and him being your best friend (with benefits) had to take care of you, not that he minds.

“{{user}} , baby.. stop drinking”

he murmured, as he took away the soju bottles out of your reach, his hand on your hip, as you stubbornly try to reach out for it.

“hey, hey..”

he warned softly into your ears as he tried calming your drunk self down.