"Jeon Yeseul! Are you coming to have drinks with us after class?"

The said girl paused as she packed up her things, her eyes lingering on the group of friends, all of whom looked eager for her to join.

"I don't know," Her voice trailed off, unsure. "I have a few things to do at home..."

"Oh come on, Yeseul," One of the girls pouted as she looped an arm around the Jeon. "You never come to drink with us, and besides," She lowered her voice. "See that boy over there? That's our senior, Kwon Jaemin, he says he wants drink with you,"

A spring of giggled errupted from the girl's mouth, a small flush working its way up Yeseul's cheeks as the senior smiled at her, his perfectly white teeth making a few of the girls in her class gasp.

"There's plenty of fish in the sea," A boy whispered. "But it's not everyday that you get a catch like that,"

Yeseul wanted to go, she really did. But her mind kept dragging back towards the heap of assignments that she had left to do as well as one particular guardian angel in her apartment, who she knew wouldn't want to be left alone whilst she was out enjoying herself.

"Hold on," She muttered, escaping from the girl's clutches. "I just need to make a call,"

She tapped a few numbers in, and placed the phone to her ear, desperately hoping that the boy would answer.

"Hello?"

"Jeongin, it's me,"

"I thought you had class. Skipping now, are we?"

The female unconsciously smiled. "Nothing like that, I just wanted to ask you something,"

"What is it?"

"Can I go out with my friends for a bit? To drink?"

There was a pause on the other end, and Yeseul wondered what the boy's expression and thoughts were.

"Yeseul, you shouldn't have to ask me about this kinda stuff. Of course you should go!"

Yeseul let out a breath that she did not know she had been holding. "I-I guess it's just... thank you! I won't be too long and I won't get drunk, so you won't have to deal with me. There's leftover ramen in the fridge, heat it up, or just ask Minho to feed you if you don't know how. See you later!"

"Have fun!"

The call ended and a bright, joyful expression was painted on the female's face as she looped an arm around the girl.

"Let's go drinking!"

...

Jeongin stretched like a cat as he yawned, a few clicks being heard as he stood up to answer the door.

The night sky was painted in navy, white dots decorating the canvas as the lights of cars and street lamps illuminated the roads.

It wasn't awfully late, but Jeongin could not deny the slight worry he had when he glanced at the clock. 

Not that he didn't trust Yeseul, he simply wanted her to be safe, that was all. There was no telling what could happen if she was on her own.

Pushing the door open, the Yang boy stumbled slightly as a figure launched onto his chest, sighing softly as he kicked the door shut with his foot. His hands held onto her shoulders to steady her, whilst Yeseul failed to walk.

"M'not drunk," She mumbled, her eyes shut. "M'not drunk, I promise,"

Suddenly, she shot up, startling the boy once more, as her large doe eyes stared into his own, scanning him almost as a small blush creeped along his cheeks. 

"What'chu looking at?"

"You're so cute,"

Jeongin was sure that his cheeks were on fire and that he resembled a tomato as the Jeon girl continued to stare at him, her hands cupping his face.

"You have such soft cheeks," Yeseul continued, her voice dragging as she spoke. "They're mochi cheeks. And your eyes! Fox eyes. And your hair, eurgh, I love your hair, it's so soft and blue and soft..."

The Yang boy swallowed as he felt her slender fingers trace the skin on his face, brushing the curve of his nose, his cheeks and his lips.

"Your lips are pink," Yeseul murmered, leaning closer to examine them, unaware of the effect that she was having on the boy. "Pretty pink,"

Jeongin had never seen Yeseul this close before, and his heart was throbbing, pounding with both excitement and fear as he felt her breath fan his lips. She smelt of a mix between soju and vodka.

Then, he felt her lips brush his ever so slightly, and the boy melted at just how soft they were, desperate for more.

But he would never take advantage of her in her current state.

"Yeseul, no," He ordered, gently. "You're going to regret saying all of this in the morning, but it doesn't matter because I have blackmail material. Now, let's get you into bed,"

It appeared that Yeseul had not heard him, as she groaned, leaning on Jeongin's stronger frame as he picked her up, bridal style, and placed her carefully on the bed.

He removed her shoes, and took of her bag and jacket, not wanting to remove her clothes. So instead, he placed the blanket over her, tucking her stray locks behind her ear before whispering softly "Goodnight,"