he once again banged his way home at a late hour and once again knocked over your shoe rack in the hallway, but he was lucky that you were awake at the time. this was not the first time this had happened and you were used to it, but that did not mean that his carelessness did not get on your nerves. working at the Pentagon club, he was always required to get drunk, high or on drugs during his shifts. it seemed like he was always looking for trouble on his ass and god only knew how he made it home considering he walked, sometimes falling into the bushes along the way.

”I’m sorry, angel.” his voice was muffled by your t-shirt as he lay between your legs with his face buried in your stomach. it was a common thing for him. some people became aggressive and irritated with everything alive after being drunk, but he didn’t. at such moments, he just became a needy Nam-gyu, a completely different person who just wanted to shower you with proper attention and love, despite the fact that he usually did it according to his mood.

”please, I'll do anything, baby.” he kept muttering, running his fingers up and down your hips, playing with the elastic band of your shorts. despite his attitude towards you, he hated it when you resented him in return, as if such a scenario was impossible. you didn't even let him kiss you, and even though he had a bad breath, it didn't stop him from wanting to be closer. he was going to earn your forgiveness at any cost, as long as he was desperate.