CHAPTER TWELVE

I made another mistake.

Who would have thought the shop would think I was older than my supposed age simply because of my appearance? Hence, the soju. I would blame the shop for being irresponsible.

Accidentally, I got M/n drunk, and to say I was worried was an understatement.

I didn't notice right away at first.

I was busy internally fighting with myself. After all, since when did I get so bold to invite him over my room? A hotel room, just the two of us. Maybe I was thinking too much into it since M/n didn't looked the slightest bothered.

He was simply sitting there, cross-legged, stuffing his face with food while I was so busy masking my thoughts by watching a ridiculous cartoon on the television.

I only noticed when he grabbed back my attention by saying my room was spinning.

Spinning?

Realization dawned me and I acted fast. After all, although we were roughly the same age, he was still a lot more inexperienced - it was expected of him to have low control. Alcohol is great and all but I wouldn't want seeing M/n suffer because of it.

I grabbed his shoulders and took a closer look on his face, trying to confirm my suspicions. But in the midst of being his doctor, I started getting a little too carried away.

Being in this position with his face so close to mine gave me temptations. Temptations that I'm afraid I may not be able to suppress if his face is this close to mine so I pulled away abruptly and looked at the empty cup of his, smelling something familiar.

"Soju."

This was probably his first time to really get tipsy to the point he can barely even stand, he was basically walking in circles.

Seeing him about to fall really gave me a heart attack. What if he hits his head, suffers from blood loss, gets rushed to the ER, and dies?

I grabbed the back of his shirt, stopping him from falling with all my strength. Perhaps, too much strength as I didn't even notice he was struggling to breathe until he turned into a shade of blue.

That scared me even more, I nearly murdered the person I claim to love!

This was becoming a mess. And to add more fuel into it? I uttered out my thoughts.

"You should stay here for the night." I didn't even realize what I was saying until I saw his face shift.

"What?! There's no need!" He interjected almost immediately. I couldn't quite tell if it was the alcohol that was making him all flustered.

M/n could be a dangerous drunk, he may not even be in his right mind but still tries to fight it off. What if the alcohol really takes over his state of mind and he does some reckless things once I leave him alone?

I could not afford waking up to the news that he jumped off the building or something - I rather not wake up at all.

So, I stubbornly stuck with the decision I thought was best. This was for his own good, and for mine as well.

"I'll take this side." I announced, taking the side where it was colder. M/n doesn't sleep well in the cold so I gave him a warmer spot where I believe will be more comfortable for him.

Don't get me wrong, I may seem calm and all but I was already at the verge of cracking.

Not only was M/n in my room but he was going to sleep the same bed as well. I know this shouldn't be odd since we have hosted several sleepovers in the past, but we are now already at the age where we become more self-aware.

I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well.

The results? I was the only one up. I was facing the ceiling, feeling the coldness of the night get to me. But the warmth that M/n's body radiated from beside me was comforting enough. I did not mind the cold as much as he does so it was more convenient this way.

I dared to look at my side where he was peacefully sleeping.

My eyes immediately softened at the sight of him fast asleep with a calm look on his face. How can I sleep knowing there was such a beautiful sight right beside me?

I propped myself up with my elbow, my eyes memorizing every detail of his face.

How long will it take for me to finally wake up every day with this sight beside me? How much longer will it take for him to reciprocate my hopeless feelings?

As much as I wanted him to realize it sooner, I also didn't want to force him into such a situation he's not yet prepared for. I want him to take his time and gradually like me back, where he's already prepared to accept it wholeheartedly.

I didn't want to ruin what we have and I didn't want to to rush it.

I don't know if it was from the comfort of knowing he was safely tucked in beside me or if it was simply because of the warmth he has that made me feel content - but I eventually felt the peek of sleepiness.

Yawning softly, I then slowly dipped my head to kiss his forehead. From the sudden contact, I see him move in his sleep, grumbling incoherent words. I smiled at the sight before returning back to my own side of the bed.

It was not long before I slipped into my own point of unconsciousness.