{Drunk and dangerous}
"Ugh... how are we going to get back?" Tyla muttered in frustration.
She quickly searched through her bag, tossing things around nervously... then suddenly froze.
"What?!" Her eyes widened. "I left my phone at home... I was in such a rush!"
She let out an annoyed sigh,
running her fingers through her hair. "What am I supposed to do? I need to call my mom to come pick us up..."
She paused for a second... then an idea hit her.
"İan's phone!"
She leaned toward him, carefully searching his pockets while he was still fast asleep. Finally... she found it.
"Finally-" Her smile faded instantly.
"...it's dead?! Seriously?!"
She bit her lip in irritation. "Wow... just my luck..."
She looked at him, then shook his shoulder. "İan... İan ! Wake up!"
He only let out a faint mumble.
She closed her eyes in frustration. "I don't have another choice..."
Grabbing a small glass of water... she suddenly splashed it on his face.
İan gasped, waking up in shock. "What the-?!"
"İan ! Finally, you're awake!" she said, slightly annoyed. "We need to go back!"
He opened one eye with difficulty. "But... I can't drive like this..."
She sighed quickly. "i know We'll take a taxi."
They walked out of the club slowly.
İan's vision was blurry... and even though he didn't look drunk from the outside, he was completely wasted. That was just how he was-he never looked drunk, but his actions always gave him away.
The whole way, he kept laughing to himself in a strange way... yet somehow still walked steadily, holding her hand tightly.
Inside the taxi...
He sat next to her in the back, way too close. Closer than normal.
He leaned in, burying his face into her hair and neck... inhaling her scent softly, then placing light, careless kisses on her cheek.
Tyla smiled slightly, trying to hide it as she gently pushed him away. "Stop, ian... you're drunk."
He murmured quietly, "Even if I'm drunk... let me stay close to you."
After a while... they arrived home.
Tyla helped him inside, holding him as he slightly stumbled.
She opened the door... expecting to see his brother, doo Hwan...
But the house was empty.
She took off ian's shoes with difficulty while his eyes were barely open... then suddenly-he dropped onto the floor.
"İan! What are you doing? You'll get cold, go sleep in your room!"
No response.
She sighed, then tried to lift him... pulling his arm, but he was way too heavy.
"Ugh... you're so heavy!"
After a moment, he slightly opened his eyes... and finally responded.
With difficulty, she dragged him toward the couch while he practically crawled, and she tried to support him.
But suddenly...
She lost her balance.
And fell on top of him.
She froze.
She was sitting over him, her legs on either side of his body... for a few seconds, she just stared at his face... his lashes... his closed eyes.
She swallowed, then tried to get up quickly-
But-
His hands grabbed her waist, holding her in place.
"Where are you going?" he said in a low voice.
His hand slipped slightly... lightly touching her thighs
Her body shivered.
"İan..." she said nervously, "you were going to sleep on the floor, I was just helping-"
Suddenly He cut her off.
"Tyla... get out of my house."
She froze. "What? Are you upset because I came in? I was just trying to help!"
He said again, coldly despite his tired voice, "I said... get out."
She crossed her arms, defiant. "What's wrong with you? Did alcohol mess with your brain? Even if you're drunk, you don't get to insult me and kick me out!"
"If you don't leave... I won't be able to stop myself."
She frowned. "What does that even mean?"
He stayed silent for a few seconds... then slowly lifted his eyes to hers.
He looked at her slowly. "If you don't leave... you might end up somewhere you won't like."
She raised an eyebrow. "And where would that be, Mr. Kim ian ?"
He looked straight at her... and said:
"Under me."
Silence.
Heavy, suffocating silence.
Her eyes widened, her lips parting in shock.
She immediately pulled away, standing up quickly, her heart racing, her face burning red.
She grabbed her bag and rushed out, nearly stumbling from how flustered she was.
The door shut behind her...
And under her breath, still in shock, she whispered:
"...Pervert."