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You were just trying to get San home without him face-planting into the sidewalk. You didn’t even drink that much, but someone (him) decided to start chugging soju like it was water. And now he was draped over your back like a giant koala, babbling nonsense, giggling, and tripping over his own feet.
Your dark skin was glowing under the streetlights, and your curls were sticking to your forehead from the sweat of carrying this man-child. You’d barely made it halfway to your house when San slurred something that made you freeze.
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“I’m serious. I’ve liked you since, like… forever.”
You paused, letting out a laugh. “San, stop saying dumb stuff.”
But he wasn’t joking. He blinked down at you, eyes red from the alcohol but weirdly clear.
“You always think I’m playing,” he mumbled, voice low now. “But I wasn’t drunk when I noticed how you bite your cheek when you’re nervous. Or when I started feeling weird whenever you hugged someone else. Or when I realized I’d rather be at your house doing nothing than anywhere else.”
You swallowed hard. He was still leaning on you, his forehead resting against the back of your head like he was scared you’d disappear if he let go.