Yu jin’s POV
"Don’t," I said, keeping my hand on his arm as he reached for the next glass. "Seriously, don’t, sir please I don’t think you’re good when it cos to holding your liquor."
Park Min blinked at , all sharp jaws and stubborn eyes. "Co on, Yu Jin. One more won’t kill , and what do you an I’m not good at holding my liquor, who the fuck do you think you are!." He slurred the words, but that wasn’t the half of it. He had that exact tone from the club five years ago, the one that had gotten into trouble back then. God, I hated déjà vu.
"I swear to God, if you throw up on the floor, I’m leaving you here sir." I tried to sound firm, but the tremor in my voice betrayed .
He laughed. It wasn’t a good laugh. "Oh my dear assistant ," he said. His hand brushed mine more like slamd into and he tilted the glass anyway.
I groaned. This was exactly how the disaster started five years ago. One drink. Then another. Then the world spun sideways and, sohow, I ended up carrying a baby I didn’t want. And now here we were, history threatening to repeat itself.
The warning signs ca fast. His face drained, the sharp edge of his jaw softening, lips parting, hands fumbling. "Okay," I muttered under my breath, grabbing him by the waist and steering him toward the restroom. "Don’t puke in the elevator, please. I’m begging you."
He barely responded. One foot in front of the other, leaning on like I was a goddamn walker in a parade. We got to the restroom just in ti. The mont he bent over the sink, it was ugly. I didn’t even have to look, he moaned and gagged, and I just muttered, "Yeah. Gross."
When he straightened up, shaky and pale, he grabbed by the waist again. Too close. Too fast. He leaned in, and I froze. He touched my lips slightly, parted them and then reached for a kiss on my neck. I let that slide even though I was getting turned on real fast but before he reached for my lips...
"Park Min, no," I said, pushing him back. My chest burned, my mind scread, and every mory from that club five years ago slamd into . I could feel it the sa breath, the sa insistence, the sa...danger. I had been here before. I had survived once. I wasn’t doing it again. "Ohoho, Park Min, no respect? Park Min."he asked
And I just rolled my eyes.
He blinked, confused, then mumbled sothing I didn’t catch. "Ump," he covered his mouth and kept puking. I did my part in warning him, I didn’t wait. I left.
Outside, the hallway was quiet except for the faint music drifting from the party. Min Ho was leaning against the wall, perfectly tid as always, and he smirked. "You look like you could use a ride."
I blinked. Ride? Hot guy? Yeah, I was in. "No thank you" and I know Rin would be so mad cuz this hot guy could’ve been his step father, "Please I insist" he said "Sure," I said, dragging myself toward him.
The drive was quiet at first. Min Ho, of course, started flirting the mont we hit the highway. Light teasing, complints tossed casually just enough to make my stomach do that weird flip. I was sitting there, still on high alert from Park Min, trying to pretend I didn’t notice, but I noticed everything. The curve of his jaw, the tilt of his head, the sharp glint in his eyes that made him impossible to ignore, Min ho was casually too hot.
When we arrived at my tiny apartnt, he leaned toward in the seat. My seatbelt clicked as he unbuckled it, our eyes locking. My cheeks heated instantly.
"You look very pretty, you know, Yu Jin," he said softly. And there it was the kind of complint that made my entire face burn,I was getting redder than a tomato. I swallowed, muttered a thanks, and stumbled into my apartnt, trying not to look like a total ss.
I barely closed the door before I leaned against it, trying to calm my racing heart. That was too much. Way too much.
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Park Min’s POV
I woke up to a buzzing headache that could probably kill a small animal. My head was pounding, my stomach was groaning, and I couldn’t believe Yu Jin had left . I an, seriously? After everything, he just left there like I was so kind of drunk idiot. Not that I wasn’t.
I groaned, swinging my legs off the couch the staff from the company had left on. God, the couch was lumpy, and the room was spinning. I couldn’t rember half of last night, except for...that part. The part where Yu Jin pushed back.
I grabbed my phone, swearing under my breath. One call. Just one call.
I dialed.
"Yu Jin?" My voice was rough, and it sounded even worse in my own ears.
"Yes sir?" he said, calm. Like he hadn’t just walked away from last night.
"Ummm..uh..I just...did you really leave there?" I groaned. My own words sounded pathetic.
"Yes sir, I asked you to stop drinking you didn’t," he said, and I could hear the edge of smugness. "You tried to kiss ."
I froze. My hand dropped the phone, my face heating up. "Shit," I muttered, and the call ended.
I swore, swiping at my phone like it had personally insulted . I typed fast, fingers trembling slightly.
Bring so sober dicine.
I really...want to apologize. I don’t like n. And the thought of it pissed off. But I’m sorry.
I hit send and buried my face in my hands. God. That was humiliating. And yet...why did I feel so desperate to fix it?
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