Clingy Drunk ~ Lee Minhyuk
Your body jumped as you felt an arm wrap around your waist as soon as you walked through to the kitchen to grab yourself a drink. The stench of alcohol was harsh beside you, knowing straight away that there was only one person that could be stood beside you as Minhyuk chuckled to himself.
His body was limp as he moved his other arm to wrap around you too, following every step that you took as you filled up your glass with water from the sink. Your attention was turned away from Minhyuk, unable to deal with the smell.
“Where did you go?” Minhyuk whined, resting his chin against your shoulder, trying his best to meet your eyes. “I thought you were running away from the party,” he whined, ignoring the noise that was coming from your living room.
“I just came to get a drink,” you explained to him, showing him the glass, “I think someone else could do with a bit of water in them too.”
With the boys celebrating the end of their promotions for the new album, you and Minhyuk had offered to host them all at your place. It was supposed to be relaxed, but after a few drinks, things began to get loud, especially in the way of Minhyuk’s direction.
“I missed you,” he suddenly declared, continuing to laugh away to himself. “I didn’t know where you’d gone,” he told you once again, far too drunk to be able to register any of what he was saying to you, “did you miss you too whilst you were gone?”
Your head shook back at him, “I’ve only been gone for less than a minute, you didn’t give me time to go anywhere before you followed me.”
“No, I didn’t,” Minhyuk stuttered, shaking his head back across at you. “It felt like you’d been gone for hours, like I’d been on tour and not gotten to see you for weeks and weeks and weeks.”
“I wish that you could hear yourself right now,” you laughed back to Minhyuk, finishing the glass of water, “come on, let’s go back through.”
You took Minhyuk’s hand and led him through into the living room where everyone else was. The room was a mess, with all of the boys, and most of the staff too, a little tipsy, relieved mostly to not have to worry about dieting anymore.
“Y/N, dance with me?” Minhyuk requested when you attempted to let go of his hand to pick up your phone, “I’ll teach you how to dance properly.”
Before you could protest you felt yourself be pulled into the middle of your living room on the carpet, coming face to face with Minhyuk. His eyes only slightly focused on you, hazily looking around as he tried to work out which of the versions that he could see of you was the real one.
“You’re so pretty Y/N, if there was a competition for the prettiest girlfriend, you’d win it.”
Your eyes rolled as Minhyuk fumbled over his words once again, wishing that when he woke up tomorrow, he’d remember what he was saying. You were used to it from him, he loved to cling when he was drunk, even if he tried to deny it every time that he was sober.
When you told him the stories of what he’d done the day after, Minhyuk would refuse to believe you. It never sounded like him, he could never believe the things that he came up with to tell you when he was drunk.
“You’re a good dancer too,” he complimented, placing his hands on your hips, “you must take after me, I’m a good dancer.”
“Of course, you are,” you agreed, shaking your head back at him, “you’re the best dancer in Monsta X, aren’t you?”
“Be quiet,” he whispered closely into your ear, “don’t let Hyunwoo hear you say that,” he warned, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
Your head nodded, promising to keep your secret from Hyunwoo, and continue to boost Minhyuk’s drunk ego, even if he wouldn’t remember it the following morning.
Throughout the rest of the night, you found yourself with a follower, barely able to get a minute to yourself without Minhyuk by your side. Even as you went to bed, he was still there, falling asleep and holding onto you tightly.
Luckily though as you woke up the following morning, you found yourself untangled from Minhyuk’s grip and finally able to move around for a little while and stretch your legs again.
You stayed in the bed and waited until the figure beside you began to stir, groaning straight away as soon as Minhyuk opened his eyes and got a glimpse of the light. Regret hit him hard, especially as he saw you smiling beside him.
“Why do you let me drink like that when you know it’s bad for me?” He asked, “you’re so cruel.”
“Excuse me, I tried to get you to stop but you refused to listen,” you responded, poking against his arm. “I would have tried to do something more, but you refused to let go of my hands after you got your first drink inside of you.”
A sigh came from Minhyuk as he brought his hand up to cover his eyes, “let me guess, you’re going to tell me how much I clung to you last night and how there was nothing that you could do because I was by your side.”
“It wouldn’t exactly be a lie, ask any of the boys, they’ll tell you too.”
“They’ll just say that because they like to be on your side,” Minhyuk noted, rolling onto his side to face you, “and to try and wind me up too.”
Your head shook back at Minhyuk as you continued to watch him wake himself up and try and push the pain that he felt at the top of his head away too.
“You know, at one point you said that I’d win the prettiest person in the world competition.”
“Did I really say that to you? That’s cheesy.”
“And you don’t even need to be drunk to be cheesy, you say stuff like that even when you’re sober too.”
“Were the rest of the boys drunk enough to not hear me say that?” He nervously asked.
“They were all drunk, I don’t think any of you will be able to remember last night,” you assured him, running your hand over the top of his head, “only the other boys are nowhere near as clingy as you are.”
Minhyuk’s eyes rolled yet again, “why do you let me cling? Why don’t you push me away and tell me to snap out of it?”
“Have you tried wrestling yourself when you’re drunk?”
“I wasn’t that bad, was I?” He sheepishly quizzed.
When your head nodded back at him, another groan came from Minhyuk, annoyed at himself for getting so out of control once again.
You couldn’t help but laugh, having seen this coming a mile away when you saw Minhyuk reaching for his first drink. “One day I will record you when you’re drunk, if you stop clinging for long enough to let me do so.”
“I can’t believe I’m a clingy boyfriend,” Minhyuk cried out.
“I can,” you giggled, continuing to tease him as much as you could, “you always have given me clingy vibes you know.”
“What do you mean clingy vibes?” Minhyuk scoffed.
“You’re a cuddler Minhyuk, when you’re drunk, that all gets heightened.”
His eyes closed as he struggled to listen to you, “I can’t believe that I actually cling to you, I never imagined I’d be like that.”
“No one ever likes themselves when they’re drunk,” you teased, “especially when they’re a nice clingy drunk.”
“I know, don’t remind me Y/N.”
