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SOBBING. THIS IS SO WHOLESOME AND SWEET.

these special moments with you

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genre: domestic fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: you come home from a girls night out and hyunjin helps you get ready for bed

pairing: non idol!hyunjin x drunk!reader (reader wears makeup)

warnings: mention of drinking (drink responsibly kids), mention of nudity (sfw though, nothing is happening)

word count: 1,805

a/n: i was going insane so i needed to write this

©feelbokkie (2024) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.

"Jinnie!” You exclaim as your boyfriend opens your car door. You fail to climb out of the car and into Hyunjin’s arms. It’s almost like you’re a fly caught in a spider’s web, desperately trying to get out.

"Sorry, Hyunjin," Ryujin laughs as she unbuckles your seatbelt for you. “I lost control of them once happy hour started. To be fair, with all five of them, I didn’t stand a chance.”

Hyunjin helps pull you out of the car. Rather, he pulls you out of the car and you let him. Your limbs feel like pudding, you’re not even sure how he was able to get a grip on you. He leans you against the back door and ducks into the car, grabbing your bag and shoes from the floor. "It's fine, Ryu. Thank you for bringing Y/n home.” He quickly peeks into the back seat to find Lia passed out on top of the rest of the girls. “Let us know when you guys get home," 

“I might just let them sleep it off in the car,” She teases as Hyunjin closes the door. 

“I will throw up and ruin everyone’s night if you do that,” You hear someone, possibly Yeji, comment from the back seat. 

Hyunjin’s arm snakes around your waist as he gently pulls you away from the car. “Giving you all the strength and luck in the world,” 

“You might need some of that to deal with Y/n.”

“Bye, Ryujinnie! Thank chu—Chu? Ha! That’s not what I was trying to say…” You slur as you put more of your body weight on Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin waves to Ryujin before tugging you in the direction of your shared apartment. You carry most of your body weight, Hyunjin's firm grip on you is mainly to guide you in the right direction and to keep you from tripping over your own bare feet.

"Why are you barefoot?" Hyunjin chuckles as he opens the door to your apartment. It's moments like these where he's glad that you two live on the ground floor. He knows for a fact that gravity would have won if he had tried to help you up the stairs.

You stop dead in your tracks, furrowing your eyebrows as you look down at your feet. Almost as if you hadn't realized you weren't wearing any shoes. You wiggle your toes before turning to face Hyunjin, a lazy smile spreading across your face. "T'was hot,"

Hyujin shakes his head and smiles to himself as he continues to lead you inside. He keeps one hand on you as he locks the door and neatly puts your shoes away. He quietly pulls you down to the couch and gestures for you to sit down. You follow his lead and slump down into the chair like you've been walking for ages and finally reach your destination. 

Hyunjin places a kiss on the top of your head before disappearing for a moment. You relax into the couch, letting the cool soft leather swallow you whole. It's late, you're drunk, and the couch is oh-so-comfortable.

"No, no, no. C'mon, sit up," Hyunjin says, pulling you back upright. You're not sure when he came back, you didn't even hear the pitter-patter of his footsteps on the hardwood floor. Not that you can hear much, your head and ears are filled with cotton balls. Everything is entirely too fuzzy for you to think straight.

"I'm 'eepy," You whine, kicking your legs in protest.

"I know you are, but you need to drink this first." Hyunjin hands you a glass of water. You give him another lazy smile and begin drinking it.

Satisfied with your first sip, Hyunjin sinks to the floor. He kneels before you and picks up your right foot, examining it. You stare at the paintbrush sticking out of the messy half-bun. The rest of his long black hair brushes against his shoulders. His large white shirt stained with paint has a few new spots of blue and yellow paint. 

"Were you working?" You ask softly as you finish your water.

"I was was. I was taking a break when Ryujin called." He answers. Satisfied to find no scrapes or cuts on your right foot, he moves onto your left.

"Can I see?" You perk up at the idea of seeing some of Hyunjin's art.

"Later," He nods as he puts your left foot down. He looks up at you and pushes the frame of his lensless, black-rimmed glasses onto his face with the back of his hand. "They're not quite finished yet."

Hyunjin stands up, takes the now-empty glass from your hands, and disappears once again. The soft cushions off the couch once again begin to call your name like a siren singing a song. You lean back into the couch and rest your head on the back, closing your eyes only for a moment. Just to rest them...

"Y/n, wake up," Hyunjin coos into your ears. You feel the gentle graze of his lips leaving your cheek.

"I want to go to bed," You sigh, looking up at your ceiling.

"Not yet," You hear the crinkling of plastic beside you. "Look at me,"

You slowly lift your head and turn to Hyunjin, looking at him with heavy, lead-filled eyelids. He softly grabs your face with his left hand and rubs something wet and cool against your lips. You stare at the slightly blurry figure in front of you, your eyes narrowing in confusion.

After a few seconds of him rubbing your lips, Hyunjin quickly leans in and decality presses his lips into yours. Only for a moment. He pulls away just as quickly and holds up the now lipstick-stained wet wipe in front of his face, "Let's take your makeup off first,"

The two of you sit in comfortable silence as Hyunjin continues to clean your face for you. He is slightly rough as he wipes the makeup off your cheeks, nose, forehead, and chin, making sure to wipe up as much as he can with one wipe. He's gentle with your eyes, making sure not to hurt you. 

"Are you mad at me?" You ask softly.

He momentarily pauses, tilting his head at you in confusion. "Why would I be mad at you?"

"Because," You shake your face out of his grip so you can look at him, his face a bit more clear than it was earlier. "I went out with the girls. And I came home late. And I'm drunk."

"Why would I be mad about that?" His hand that was holding your face drops down to your knee.

"Dunno," Your eyes trail away from him and focus on the candle sitting on the coffee table. It was burned recently, there's a faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon in the room. Hyunjin must have started working in the living room while watching TV before moving to his studio.

"I'm not,"  He tucks his forefinger under your chin and gently lifts your head so you can look at him again. "I'm just glad you're home and that you're safe. C'mon, let's finish getting you ready for bed."

***

"Did you have fun?" Hyunjin asks.

He's sitting on the floor next to the bathtub. He sits crisscross with his elbow resting his knee and cheek in his hand. He's been watching you the entire time with a dopey, loving smile on his face. You know he's only keeping an eye on you to make sure you don't accidentally drown yourself. He stares at your figure. Your knees pressed to your chest and your head resting on your knees facing him. 

"Hm," You hum, nodding slowly. "I did. We caught up on a lot. And drank...a lot. And we danced so much. You would have had fun,"

Hyunjin reaches over and wipes a wet strand of hair, pulling it away from your eye, but still letting it frame your face. "I would have?"

"I know you don't really like clubs and crowds like that but the music was good for once. I wish you were there, to be honest. I loved hanging out with the girls but I missed you too." You pout slightly, "Plus a lot of guys kept trying to buy me drinks. They weren't even cute!

"You should have taken the drinks. A free drink is a free drink." Hyunjin laughs, poking your lower lip back into place.

You lift your head and shake your head aggressively. "I told them that I already have a boyfriend who is nearly six feet tall and has 4 friends who could beat them up."

"That makes me sound like I'm in a gang or something," Hyunjin chuckles, resting his hand on your cheek. 

"It kinda looks like that when you're with the boys! Especially the old ones." You exclaim, the water nearly jumping out of the tub.

"I'm telling Chan, Minho, and Changbin that you called them the old ones," He cackles. The sound reverberates around the bathroom, making it seem louder than it actually is.

"No," You gasp softly at the admission of a possible betrayal. You drop your head back on your knees.

"Fine, I won't tell them. But only because your eyes got all big like those big softies would do anything."

"Minho would glare at me. And I know he's teasing, but there's always a brief moment where I'm worried he's gonna cook me."

"Don't worry, I'll save you from the big scary cat and his air fryer."

"He'll just fry you with me. Two for special," You mumble. Your lead-filled eyes finally betraying you.

"Okay, c'mon. Let's go to bed. You'll get sick if sleep here," Hyunjin groans as he finally stands up and grabs a towel.

"'s warm," You mumble half-heartedly.

"It's warm now but it'll get cold soon,"

Glub, glub

Hyunjin releases the plunger from the bath. He watches as the water quickly goes down the drain. Once the water is low enough, he drops the towel over your shoulders and helps you stand up. He helps you wrap the towel around your body, including your head, before helping you out.

"Jinnie," You mumble, your eyes still closed. They're too heavy for you to even try to open them right now.

"Hm?" He hums as he rubs the towel against your scalp, trying to dry it a bit before attempting your hair routine. He's watched you do it so many times, he can do it in his sleep.

"I love you,"

You don't see the soft smile that spreads across his and blends into his eyes. You can't hear the beats that his heart misses as he stops drying your hair.

"I love you too," He presses another kiss into your forehead, almost like he's trying to imprint his love for you in your brain. "Off to bed now,"

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