#janghan

She was trapped between Chan and Seungkwan. Her boyfriend moved his legs aside to let her through. She was a bit wobbly, placing her hand on the table and the other on his shoulder as she scooted past him. 

Her foot got stuck in the table's legs, causing her to trip and her cheek hitting the corner of the table. Chan tried his best to catch her on time, but she was already on the floor.

The members all grew quiet, the room settling down so only she could be heard. She was too drunk to acknowledge the severity of the situation, so she started laughing hysterically as she rolled onto her back. Minghao and Chan quickly got out of their seats, kneeling beside her and helping her to sit up.

“Are you okay?” Minghao’s eyes were huge, his voice laced with concern.

“I’m fine!” She whined, the throbbing sensation starting to come to her. “Now can I please go to the bathroom!”

Chan pulled her to her feet by her hands, locking his arm with hers as he supported her. “I’m taking you. You’re way too drunk.”

“I’m perfectly capable of taking myself to the toilet.” She argued with him playfully, walking with him slowly as they tried to find the bathroom.

“I’m sure you are.” He rolled his eyes, finally reaching the women’s bathroom.

“Hey woah, see the sign?” She pointed to it, taking his arms off of her and pushing the door open with her back.

He pursed his lips, crossing his arms as she winked at him. “Please don’t break your neck.”

“I’ll try not to.” She saluted him, taking the next few minutes to do her business. He did his best to wait patiently, standing up straight when seeing her open the door.

He furrowed his eyebrows, putting his fist against his mouth when getting a good look at her. Her cheek was getting more red each minute and starting to swell.

“Oh my-“ He spoke under his breath, reaching to gently touch her cheek. She squinted, pulling away immediately when feeling the sting.

“Ow!” She inhaled sharply. “Paws off.”

“Your cheek is swollen.” He could feel her pain just by looking at her. “I think it’s time to go home.”

She pouted, putting her hands on his chest. “But I don’t wanna go home yet. We’re having fun!”

He slipped his arm around her, walking them back to where the members were. He gathered her things in his hands, telling them that they would turn in early.

“Jangmi really is something.” The leader sighed, downing a shot while looking at the two.

The lighting in the room wasn’t the best, hiding her red cheek perfectly. It was only visible because of the swelling.

Mingyu winced when seeing her cheek. He spoke loudly so she was able to hear him. “It looks bad. You need to put ice on that immediately when you get home.”

“I don’t even feel it-“ She poked her cheek with her finger, contradicting herself as she contorted her face in pain.

“You feel it now, don’t you?” Minghao sat back in his chair in disbelief. They all wondered if every meeting would result in a drunk Rosie.

“Are you gonna get drunk like this everytime?” Jeonghan crossed his arms, giving her a glare.

“No promises.” She hiccuped, smiling as Chan struggled to put her jacket on. She wanted to tease him, dodging his efforts to fit her arm into the sleeves.

“Seriously Jangmi. Help me out here.” He was getting irritated as she toyed more with him. He knew she was drunk and shouldn’t get angry with her, but it was hard dealing with her when she was this intoxicated.

Their goodbyes to the members were brief, wanting to get home as quickly as possible so he could focus on sobering her up.

Chan had an arm around her waist to support her, her legs wobbly as she tried kissing his cheek. It felt like he was carrying dead weight. He pushed their front door open, setting her things down before shutting the door.

“You are killing me.” He picked her up by her bum, wrapping her legs around his waist to make it easier for him.

“But you love me anyway.” She hugged him, kissing his neck as he walked to their bedroom. He set her down on the mattress, taking the bed apart so she could get comfy.

“Stay.” He pointed to her, heading for the kitchen to get her some water. He also grabbed the trash can and an ice pack while he was at it. When he came back, she was already rummaging through his closet, looking for something to change into.

“Can I help you with that?” He pressed his hand against the wall, watching her shake her head at several of his shirts.

“No, I am a perfectly capable, strong, independent woman.” She gave him a side eye, finally finding his ‘tease me’ hoodie that she had gifted to him.

She pulled her shirt over her head, Chan quickly turning around to give her some privacy. She got rid of her pants too, leaving her in nothing but her panties and his hoodie.

“Done.” She skipped to the bed, launching herself onto the mattress and scooting up so her head pressed against the pillow.

He was a bit hesitant, grabbing the water bottle and giving it to her. “Drink some of this.”

“What’s in it for me?” She huffed, pouting her lips as he let out a loud, long sigh.

“Just drink it. You’ll be thanking me in the morning.” He handed her the tiny trash can to keep by her side of the bed, reaching to grab the ice pack he had brought.

He pressed the ice pack to her cheek carefully, not applying too much pressure. He inhaled through his teeth as she pulled away from him due to the pain. “Sorry.”

He slouched his shoulders, letting out a big sigh as he looked at her. Even though he was annoyed with her and her drunk antics, he couldn’t stay mad for too long.

“What am I going to do with you?”

She put her hands on his legs, closing the distance between them. “Love me, feed me,” She kissed parts of his face between every word. “Never leave me.”

Her cheek brushed against his briefly, feeling the aching return. She took the ice pack from him, putting it to her cheek and continuing to smother him in kisses.

“If you keep getting shitfaced like this, I may start considering it.” His tone was serious, but she always knew when he was telling a lie. It was so obvious to her after being together for so long.

“You won’t. You’re stuck with me. For life.” She whispered against his neck, kissing him one more time before he pulled her away. A shiver traveled down his spine once her ice pack came in contact with his collarbone.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He mumbled under his breath. “Keep that ice on. I’m gonna go

get ready for bed.”

She whined, yanking on his arm and hoping to win him over with her puppy eyes. “Come on! At least play with me for a little bit!”

“Not a chance.” He grabbed her wrist, putting it on her lap and covering her with the blankets. “What you should be doing is drinking some of that water. I won’t ask again. So drink up or I’m not holding your hair back when you start puking.”

Even though her mind was hazy, the mention of the word ‘puke’ always set her back into place. It was always such an unpretty sight whenever she would throw up, especially in front of Chan. She quickly grabbed the water bottle with one hand, keeping the ice pack on her cheek as she started chugging the liquid.