#dhamvei

Eyes snapping open with realization of what he was doing, his arms slowly snaked away and to his sides. He knew anywhere else in the world, the women would have bloodied him up by now for being a drunk sleaze, despite his thoughts being anything but perverted. Well, typically speaking. He was a man still, and one with desires just as much as the next, though in the moment that was neither here nor there.

Most nights left him with varying degrees of restlessness, unease that only his premium alcohol collection could soothe. Of course, if he hadn’t fallen asleep first, venturing out of his home meant torturing the poor souls of Seoul. Tonight, it was the perfume his mother once wore which left him sentimental enough to cling onto any woman with even the vaguest similar fragrance. A general lack of shame filled his expression. He cleared his throat and finally answered her with a poor drunk lie. 

"You looked like you need one."

Minkyung knew it was dangerous to be walking home alone at such a late hour. Even the safest places in the world are not genuinely safe. Her staff members had always offered a ride back home; occasionally she would accept but most of the time she would decline. It was because she didn't want to burden anyone but mostly because she wanted to be alone in the covers of the night.

But tonight was not one of her usual nights where she would be alone. Out of nowhere she felt a pair of arms around her torso and she could have sworn some part of her soul had escaped her body. The smell of alcohol invaded her nose and she herself thought she could be drunk just by smelling alone.