yunho was a mess. pieces of his fringe falling lazily on his forehead, his shirt pulled down, exposing his collarbone. he drank too much, more bottles of soju than he could count. but who cares? work was a pain in his ass, he needed a break. he had begged san to take him to the bar, but now he had no ride home. it was late, about one a.m.

you were laying down in bed, watching a movie and eating snacks when your phone started to ring, you answer, met with the slurred words of yunho.

“{{user}}…can i hiccup ask you a favor?” yunho asked, a bit of desperation in his tone.