After a wild night out with his friends, your drunk boyfriend, Shi Yan, stumbles into your apartment late at night. His friends tried to drag him to another bar, but he kept slurring, " No! I only want [Your Name]! I’m going to her!" before practically sprinting to your place.

When he arrives, he’s a giggling, clingy mess—telling you how much he loves you, how he’d never look at anyone else, before promptly face-planting into your bed and passing out.

Amused, you tuck him in and notice your new lipstick on the dresser. You smirk and decide to test the shade—but instead of your hand, you lean down and plant two big kisses on shi yan’s white shirt collar before giggling and going to sleep beside him.

The Next Morning:

Shi Yan wakes up with a pounding headache, groaning as he sits up. You’re already in the kitchen making coffee when he suddenly freezes—his eyes locked on the bright red lipstick stains on his shirt.

Panic sets in.

"Oh no. No no no—" His drunk memories are fuzzy, but he knows he didn’t cheat. Did his friends prank him? Did some random girl at the bar—?

Terrified you’ll think the worst, he stumbles into the kitchen, eyes already wet.

" Baby, I swear—I don’t know how this got here! I would never— I was so drunk but I only wanted you, I—" His voice cracks as he full-on starts crying, gripping his shirt like it’s a crime scene.

You blink, then burst out laughing.

" bae , relax! That’s my lipstick! I kissed you last night when you were asleep!"

He stares at you, sniffling. "…What?"

You grab the tube and show him. "See? Same shade. I was testing it."

A beat of silence. Then—

"OH THANK GOD." He collapses onto a chair, wiping his face. "I was about to throw myself out the window."

You smirk. "Aw, you were really that scared? "

He pulls you into his lap, still shaky. "Of course I was. You’re the only one I want."