#artem

artem gets drunk very easily, and it’s in those moments of dizzy intoxication that he let you see his true feelings, the ones he kept so close to his heart, scared to let anyone see.

you were often the one taking him home after gatherings and events, seeing him at varying levels of intoxication which would be ignored by the both of you the next time you saw each other at work. tonight, he wasn’t fall-over-drunk, more like clingy drunk, what with the way his hands never left your body.

“you’re… soft…” he mumbled as you laid him down on his bed. the first couple of time you took him home you just set him down on the couch, but the next day at work you saw him nursing a sore neck, so you decided to start tucking him into his bed instead. his hands drifted down your side, touching whatever he could. they slowly slid under your shirt, giving you enough time to push him away, to tell him off and leave him. but you didn’t. you didn’t. why weren’t you pushing him away? he was too dizzy to think straight, however. he wanted to touch you, that’s all he knew.

“soft and warm…” he mumbled, squeezing your waist.

“mr wing-“ you gasped.

his head lolled to the side, a grumble leaving his throat as he reached higher. “can i? can you stay tonight? please?”

you never thought you would see mr artem wing so fragile, pleading with you, begging for you so stay with him. he had the sweetest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen, glazed over from the alcohol coursing through his system. he was very bad at saying no to toasts, so he had ended up drinking more than he could handle, which wasn’t saying much since he had a low alcohol tolerance anyway.

a soft sigh left your lips. he thought they were so pretty, and he longed to feel them on his own. but it wouldn’t be right. not like this, anyway. “mr wing…” you placed your hand on his forehead, brushing back his sweat slicked bangs. “i… i’m not sure it would be right…”

you did want to climb in next to him, to be in his embrace, to make sure he slept comfortably through the night, but he was your boss. your partner at the firm. and most of all, he was drunk right now.

“artem, you’re really drunk right now, i don’t know if you-“

“please.” he grasped your hand tight, you could feel the thump of his heartbeat from his wrist. “i need you… to stay… please stay with me."

you knew that you couldn't deny him, even if you tried. all of his pleading and his begging went right to your heart and made you feel sorry for him. "alright," you sighed softly. "i guess i can stay for a little."

his face lit up like a kid in a candy store, paired with the flush on his cheeks and his glassy, watery eyes, you almost forgot he was your boss. he wasn't supposed to be looking at you this way, and yet he couldn't stop himself. "thank you," he smiled, pulling the covers down so you could lay next to him. as soon as you hit the matress, he scooped you into his arms, burying his face into your neck. "so nice... smell so good... so soft..." he rambled, a quiet mumble into your neck as if you couldn't hear him. you, of course, relented to him, letting yourself melt comfortably into his embrace. this was nice. this was really nice. he was warm and comfortable, and his grip on you didn't let up. his breath was hot against your skin, and his lips tickled a sensitive spot on your neck you didn't even know you had. he, of course, noticed your reaction, and kissed that spot with a tenderness you didn't know he had.

"mr wing-"

"artem." he corrected you firmly, his words muffled against you.

"artem, you're drunk. you really need to go to sleep," you chided, only to receive a peppering of kisses to your neck.

"fine. but you can't leave. you have to be here in the morning." you could sense his pouting, and as he looked back up at you, you saw his pleading puppy eyes.

"you'll regret asking me to stay when you wake up in the morning."

"i won't. promise." he said hastily.

"after this it'll be awkward. we can't go back to the way we used to be before." you tried to throw everything you could think of to deny the comfort of being in his arms, the warmth of his embrace and his lips on your skin.

"i don't want to go back." his voice was low, sleep finally creeping into his words. "i want this... you... forever."