Drunken Oopsie
Kang Hyewon x M!Reader
Note: damn haven't been paying attention to Kwangbae for a hot minute. I missed the good ol' Kangbi and Hyeyul man TT
Also double upload ha! Little treat for many supports from yall!
It was supposed to be a quiet Friday night. A ramen-and-rom-com kind of evening where the biggest decision you had to make was whether or not to eat the ice cream sitting in your freezer. But as usual, life—or more specifically, Kang Hyewon—had other plans for you.
The sharp buzz of your phone against the coffee table shattered the serenity of your apartment. You glanced at the screen and frowned.
Kwon Eunbi.
That wasn’t a call you got often, and definitely not at this time of night.
“Hello?” you answered, the faintest edge of concern creeping into your voice. "Noona?"
“Y/n!” Eunbi’s exasperated tone hit you immediately. “Hyewon’s drunk. Again. And guess what? She’s been saying your name like a damn spell!”
Your stomach dropped. “She’s what?”
“Saying. Your. Name,” Eunbi groaned, clearly annoyed. “It’s been going on for twenty minutes, and honestly, I’m over it. You need to come get her before I leave her here to fend for herself.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose, already feeling the familiar mix of frustration and worry building in your chest. “Where is she?”
“Blue Haven Bar,” Eunbi said. “And hurry up. She’s one terrible karaoke attempt away from getting kicked out.”
“She promised me she’d cut back,” you muttered under your breath, already grabbing your jacket.
“Yeah, well, her promises seem to expire after happy hour,” Eunbi snapped. “Just get here.”
She hung up before you could respond, leaving you to stare at your phone in disbelief. A long sigh escaped your lips. You weren’t even mad at Eunbi for being snippy—dealing with a drunk Kang Hyewon would test anyone’s patience.
Abandoning your half-eaten ramen and the rom-com still playing on the TV, you grabbed your keys and stormed out.
-
The scene at Blue Haven Bar was exactly what you’d expected. The place was packed, the music loud enough to make your head ache, and the air thick with the smell of alcohol and desperation.
You spotted Eunbi immediately. She stood near the bar, arms crossed and looking like she was ready to murder someone. Next to her, perched precariously on a stool, was Kang Hyewon.
Hyewon was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and she was swaying slightly to music that wasn’t even playing.
“There you are,” Eunbi said, relief and irritation warring in her voice as you approached. “Took you long enough.”
“I came as fast as I could,” you shot back, your eyes narrowing as they landed on Hyewon.
“Y/n-ahh!” Hyewon exclaimed, her face lighting up the moment she saw you. She attempted to stand, only to stumble and nearly fall.
You rushed forward, grabbing her arm to steady her. “Hyewon, what the hell?”
She blinked up at you, her lips curling into a goofy smile. “You caaame,” she slurred, leaning heavily against you.
“Of course, I came,” you said, exasperation creeping into your voice. “What were you thinking? Drinking this much again? You promised me—”
“Promises, shmomises,” she interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. “I missed you, so I drank.”
You stared at her, your jaw tightening. “That makes zero sense.”
“Welcome to my world,” Eunbi muttered. “She’s been like this all night. Good luck getting anything rational out of her.”
Hyewon’s eyes darted to Eunbi, and she pouted. “Eunnie, you’re so mean. Y/n’s nicer. That’s why they came.”
“I came because you’re a frigging mess,” you corrected, the irritation bubbling just beneath the surface. “Not because I’m nice.”
She gasped dramatically, clutching her chest like you’d just insulted her entire existence. “You don’t mean that!”
You groaned, rubbing your temple. “Okay, that’s enough. We’re leaving. Now.”
“Finally,” Eunbi said, throwing her hands in the air. “She’s all yours. Don’t let her puke in your car.”
Hyewon clung to you as you guided her toward the exit, her legs wobbling like a newborn deer. “Y/n’s the best,” she declared loudly, earning a few amused glances from nearby patrons.
“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, feeling your face heat up. “Let’s just get out of here.”
-
The walk to the taxi stand was slow and frustrating. Hyewon alternated between dragging her feet and stumbling forward, forcing you to practically carry her.
“You’re mad,” she said suddenly, her voice soft and almost childlike.
“You think?” you snapped, not even bothering to hide your irritation. “You promised me you’d stop drinking like this. Do you know how worried I was when Eunbi called?”
She frowned, her lips trembling slightly. “I didn’t mean to make you worry.”
“Then why do you keep doing this?” you demanded, stopping to look at her. “Why can’t you just call me when you’re upset instead of drowning your problems in alcohol?”
Her gaze dropped to the ground, and for a moment, she looked genuinely remorseful. “I… I didn’t want to bother you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
You stared at her, your frustration momentarily giving way to disbelief.
“Bother me? Hyewon, you could never bother me.”
She glanced up at you, her expression unreadable. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” you said, sighing. “But this? Making me come pick you up every time you drink yourself into oblivion? This is what bothers me.”
Her bottom lip quivered, and she nodded slowly. “I’m sorry.”
You exhaled sharply, the tension in your chest easing ever so slightly. “Let’s just get you home.”
As you flagged down a taxi, Hyewon leaned against you, her head resting on your shoulder. “You smell nice,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by the fabric of your jacket.
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the warmth spreading across your cheeks. “Don’t try to butter me up, Kang Hyewon. You’re still in trouble.”
She giggled softly, her breath warm against your neck. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”
“I’m not mad,” you lied, though the tightness in your voice betrayed you.
“Liar,” she whispered, her tone teasing despite the exhaustion lacing her words.
You sighed, already dreading the conversation you knew you’d be having with her later.
-
The taxi pulled up in front of your apartment complex, and Hyewon, who had fallen silent for most of the ride, suddenly perked up.
“This isn’t my house,” she mumbled, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings.
“You’re in no shape to go home alone,” you replied, stepping out and helping her stumble out of the car. “You’re staying at my place tonight.”
She didn’t protest, but as you guided her to your apartment, she kept muttering under her breath, her words slurred and barely coherent.
“Y/n is so nice… always taking care of me… but also so mean…”
“What was that?” you asked, shooting her a side-eye as you unlocked the door.
“Nothing!” she chirped, then giggled like she’d just gotten away with the world’s greatest secret.
Once inside, you helped her settle on the couch. She slumped against the cushions, her head lolling back as she sighed dramatically.
“Water,” you said, placing a glass in her hand. “Drink all of it.”
She obeyed, though with the coordination of a toddler, spilling a little on her shirt. She looked down at the wet spot and pouted.
“Awwww” she whined, her voice dragging out your name. “You’re so bossy.”
“You’re so irresponsible,” you shot back, folding your arms.
Her pout deepened, and for a moment, she looked like a chastised puppy. Then she burst into laughter, completely ignoring your frustration.
“What’s so funny?”
“You,” she said, grinning up at you. “You’re always so serious. It’s cute.”
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Ya, Kang Hyewon, I don’t think you understand how worried I was tonight.”
Her smile faltered, and she sat up slightly, tilting her head. “You were worried?”
“Of course I was worried!” you snapped, the frustration you’d been holding back spilling out. “You promised you’d slow down, Hyewon. You promised! And instead, I get a call from Eunbi saying you’re drunk out of your mind and repeating my name in some bar!”
“I didn’t mean to…” she mumbled, her voice small.
“You never mean to,” you said, softer now but still firm. “But you can’t keep doing this. It’s not fair to me—or to yourself.”
She blinked at you, her expression unreadable. Then, out of nowhere, she started laughing again, the sound bright and disarming.
“Hyewon,” you said, your tone a warning. “This isn’t funny.”
“I know,” she said between giggles. “I know it’s not funny. But you’re just… you’re so…”
“So what?” you asked, exasperated.
“So perfect,” she blurted out, then slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide as if she’d just revealed the world’s biggest secret.
“What?”
Her cheeks turned crimson, the blush creeping all the way to her ears. “Nothing. Forget I said anything.”
“Hyewon,” you said, stepping closer, “what did you mean by that?”
“I meant what I said,” she mumbled, looking anywhere but at you. “You’re perfect. You always take care of me. You always show up when I need you. You… you’re everything I could ever want.”
Your heart stopped.
She looked up at you then, her eyes glassy but filled with a sincerity that cut through the fog of her drunkenness. “I like you, Y/n. I’ve liked you for a long time. And I’m tired of pretending I don’t.”
The words hung in the air, heavy and electric.
“Hyewon…” you began, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Wait!” she said, holding up a finger. “Don’t say anything yet. I… I know I’m drunk, and maybe I’ll regret this tomorrow, but right now… I just needed you to know.”
She slumped back against the couch, her eyes fluttering closed. “I’m sorry if this ruins everything,” she murmured, her voice fading. “But at least now you know.”
You stood there, frozen, watching her as she drifted off to sleep. The confession echoed in your mind, over and over, until you finally let out a shaky breath.
“Kwangbae…” you whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re an idiot. But I like you too.”
-
The next morning, Hyewon woke up to the smell of coffee and a pounding headache.
She groaned, sitting up slowly and clutching her head. “What happened last night?”
“You got drunk. Again,” you said, handing her a cup of coffee. “And you confessed.”
Her eyes snapped to yours, wide with panic. “I… I what?”
“You confessed,” you repeated, grinning from ear to ear. “Told me I’m perfect and everything you could ever want.”
Hyewon looked like she wanted the couch to swallow her whole. “Oh my god. Kill me now.”
“Not before I tell you I like you too,” you said, your tone light but your words serious.
She froze, her jaw dropping. “Wait. Are you serious?”
“Dead serious,” you said, sitting down next to her. “Now, are you going to let me take care of you properly, or are you going to keep being a mess?”
Her cheeks flushed, but a small smile tugged at her lips. “Only if you promise to not be bossy about it.”
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help smiling back. “Hell no.”
The silence that followed was surprisingly comfortable. Hyewon sipped her coffee, her eyes darting to you every few seconds like she was still trying to process everything.
“So…” she started, breaking the quiet, “what now? Do we, like, plan a date or something? Or do we just sit here awkwardly pretending I didn’t embarrass myself last night?”
You smirked, leaning back against the couch. “Oh hell no, we’re absolutely never letting you forget last night.”
Hyewon groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Of course you wouldn’t.”
“Buuuuuutttt…” you added, your voice softening, “I think a date sounds nice.”
She peeked at you through her fingers, her expression cautious but hopeful. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you said, nudging her shoulder gently. “Though, if you pull another stunt like last night, I might have to reconsider.”
“I won’t,” she said quickly, sitting up straighter. “I promise. No more drunk Hyewon.”
You raised an eyebrow, skeptical.
“…fine, no more out of control drunk Hyewon,” she amended, grinning sheepishly.
“Yeah, sounds better alright.” you said with a chuckle.
The two of you sat there for a while, sipping coffee and letting the morning sunlight stream in through the windows. It felt… easy, like a puzzle piece finally clicking into place.
“Ya…” Hyewon said suddenly, breaking the quiet.
“Yeah?”
She hesitated, biting her lip before meeting your gaze. “Thanks for always taking care of me. Even when I don’t deserve it.”
“You always deserve it, Hyewon,” you said, your tone firm. “But you’re welcome.”
Her cheeks flushed again, and she looked down at her coffee, a shy smile playing on her lips.
“So, about that date…” she said, her voice teasing now. “I’m free tonight. You?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “You just want to make sure I don’t ditch you after last night, don’t you?”
“Maybe,” she said, grinning.
“Well,” you said, leaning closer, “lucky for you, I’m free too.”
Her grin widened, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like everything was exactly how it should be. And maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something worth every bit of chaos Kang Hyewon brought into your life.
