#false is 2

TW: alcohol

[3:48] “I like you a lot. Just thought you should know.” Even though you were slightly tipsy and slurring your words, Kun seemed to understand you just fine. He was holding a half-finished bottle of beer (since he couldn’t handle soju like you could), taking tiny sips while watching with amusement as you stumbled near him.

You had both been celebrating the end of the recording for WayV’s new album. Deciding to let loose for the night in your apartment, away from the other boys, you invited him over for some alone time. Kun was glad to be with you and have some fun without having to worry about his public image. In fact, it was very easy to tell how much he’d missed you.

He had spent the first part of the night serenading you with one of the softer ballads his group had composed. As you listened to the song, it became more apparent that the lyrics were about you. Sweet promises of love were laced into the song and you could tell that Kun had taken part in the composition and writing - as expected of your multi-talented boyfriend.

After impressing you with his singing (as always), he put on a slow-music playlist and slow-danced with you even though he’d been on his feet all day long, practicing from early dusk to dawn. 

You made sure to surprise him with some of your own moves and put on a show of your own, pushing him down on the sofa in your living room to flaunt your hidden dance skills. Kun was enjoying the show so much that he jumped up as soon as the song ended to kiss you. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, but quickly realized that there were a few things missing from the celebration. A couple of pecks and lots of giggling passed before you were able to grab the absent pieces - a bottle of sweet soju, beer, and a deck of Uno. He was more conservative in his drinking and you were too, but a couple of rounds of ‘drunk uno’ changed your minds quickly.

Kun had a higher tolerance to the milder drink and also (unfortunately) was the master of card games. He’d overpowered you quite quickly and resorted to ending the game to prevent a hangover the next day. 

“Ahhh okay. You’ve had too much to drink.” Leaning over, he attempted to take the bottle from you, but you were too stubborn to give in. 

“But you’re finally back,” you whined, using the bottle as a make-shift microphone. Being an idol caused him to be away so often that the longing inside you had finally reached its peak. You wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, willing the alcohol to keep you up just a little longer so you could be with him before he had to leave in the morning, but you had reached your limit.

Knowing that Kun was right, you placed the drink on the table and leaped onto the couch to cuddle him. “Fine, but I want to spend more time with you.”

If you were fully sober, you would’ve noticed the way that his eyes glazed over and how he rapidly blinked his eyes to wash away a few unwanted teardrops as he watched your figure snuggling into his side. “I know...I feel that too.” He sighed and gazed over at the ticking clock in front. It was getting pretty late and he knew that you usually didn’t stay up this late unless he had an extended recording session. Even then, you’d be rubbing the sleep out of your eyes to hug and give him the largest smile you could muster. 

Kun found himself realizing again just how much he valued you. Every little thing you did for him, whether it was waking up early to make him a five-star breakfast before a stage, giving him small gifts during his foreign trips so he’d have something to remind him of you, or waiting for him regardless of how late he’d be, made him realize how lucky he was to have you. It was about time for him to repay you for everything. 

But as he glanced down to tell you his heart-felt confession, he saw your heavy-lidded eyes closing from much-needed rest. 

He picked you up princess-style and carried you to the bedroom. “Alright, love. Tomorrow morning...or rather today in a few hours, I promise it’ll be about us, only us, and I’ll be here for the rest of the week.”

You looked at him through your sleepy eyes, excited to hear that he’d stay with you longer. “Pinky promise?”

Kun chuckled. “Pinky promise and swear on my life.” He gently placed you down on the bed and pulled the covers over you before walking over to his side and spooning you. “But for now, goodnight.”