MISSION
Monday, December 01, 2014
「 the lucky numbers of life #7」
MISSION
kris x
yon subin (oc)
fluff
// comedy.
T ; oneshot ; slice of life au ; a
piece of zitao inside ; I wanted it to be funny but eh
-kairay
2014.
Did he
just throw up on me? He just throw up on me. God damn it, Tao, why am I
friends with you?!
▲
“Come on, Subin, please? Hasoo called me to pick her
up from the mechanic since her car broke down and I have to go take her home.”
“But I’m not even dressed to leave the house!” Subin
whined halfheartedly, knowing she’d probably still end up having to take care
Tao’s drunk friend.
“You know you owe me a favor after I worked that
double for you when you went on vacation…” Tao crossed his fingers, hoping
Subin would help him out as he wandered through the club, trying to find his inebriated
so he could offer a description to Subin.
“Oh my god, fine, but give me 45 minutes to get there.
And if I’m walking in to a club with no intention of actually clubbing, you owe
me at least one drink at some point in the future.”
“I don’t think you get to decide what I owe you, since
this favor is to pay off your own favor debt.”
“…Right. Now who is this drunken mess I have to deal
with, and where can I find him?”
Tao heard her get up over the phone, presumably to get
ready to leave, just as he located Kris at the bar.
“Okay, his name is Kris. He’s my roommate so you might
recognize him, but I don’t think you’ve talked to him. He isn’t usually around
when I throw parties because he spends a lot of his free time reading books in
the dance studio. He’s wearing jeans and a distressed dark blue shirt. Jongdae,
Luhan, and Minseok are here too, but their apartment is over an hour away as it
is and I don’t want to leave Luhan in charge of three drunked idiots. His two
are enough. Anyway, look for any of them if you don’t see Kris right away. I’m
going to leave now and I told Luhan earlier that he is in charge of Kris until
you get here.”
“All I have to do is make sure Kris gets home alive
and isn’t dead when you return?” Subin clarified.
“Well, while survival is a good starting point for a
goal, I do prefer relatively unscathed and not much worse for the wear. That’s
a little better than just ‘not dead”
Tao laughed, pointing at his phone and giving Luhan an ‘ok’ symbol as he made
for the exit. “You know how to get to my place. Kris should have his key, but
if he’s too out of it to give it to you just use the one under the potted
plant.”
“Got it. Now go play the hero and save your
girlfriend.” Subin laughed as she freed Tao to rescue Hasoo.
“Thanks a lot, Subin. Later.” Tao hung up the phone
and Subin grabbed a towel to take a quick shower.
▲
Thirty eight minutes later Subin was parking her car
and making a quick jog to the front entrance of the club, flats slapping the
concrete and keys jingling as she muttered curses.
She let the bouncer see her ID so she could get in,
then began to scour the faces and bodies for any that she recognized.
Her eyes finally landed on brown hair above a face she
recognized as Luhan’s. Happy to find at least one of the people she was looking
for with minimum effort, she pushed through the crowd before she lost him.
“Last time I saw you your hair was bleached?” She
laughed, standing beside him.
“That it was. It’s been a while, Subin. Last time Tao
threw a party, right?”
“Yup.” Subin began to glance around a bit nervously,
trying to find the man in her charge for the evening.
“Tao told me you’ve been entrusted with Kris’ drunken
life tonight, eh?”
“Yeah, sadly. I owed him a favor.”
“So I heard. Anyway, the man of the moment is on the
dance floor. Right there,” He pointed, “Next to girl in the green dress.” Luhan
pointed to a man who looked to be having a lot of fun, dancing energetically in
the flashing neon lights and bass-heavy music.
“Oh, I see him.” Subin’s eyes didn’t leave Kris, trying
to gauge how difficult her task would be before even interacting with him. He
looked nice, much like Tao, so hopefully he would be easy to deal with.
“You’re welcome. I’m grabbing my roommates and heading
home now, it’s quite the drive and I’d like to actually sleep before dawn. Nice
to see you again, Subin, and good luck.” Luhan pushed off from the wall he’d
been leaning against and nodded a farewell to her.
“Will I really need a good luck?” Subin’s eyes flew to
analyze his expression, concerned.
“Hopefully not. He’s just a bit of a stubborn drunk.”
Luhan said with a shrug and slight grin as he set course toward Jongdae and
Minseok, who were talking to some other club goers.
▲
“But I don’t want to leave—” Kris whined as Subin tried to coax him
away from the other drunken dancers. He only stared at Subin suspiciously. All
she’d done so far was introduce herself, mention something about Tao that Kris
didn’t find important since Tao had left, and offer him a ride home.
“I
brought my car, I’m sober, you’re drunk, and you need to go home.” She offered
a logical explanation, but he didn’t seem convinced.
Kris
began to stray away from the dance floor, but Subin’s rising hopes for
cooperation were crushed when he stopped at the bar instead of proceeding
toward the exit, slapping down a couple of bills and signaling the bartender.
Kris sat down and Subin sat next to him, setting her elbows on the bar top to
rest her chin on her hands.
Her
frown deepened when the bartender placed a drink in front of each of them.
“Thank
you,” Kris said with a gaze of smile in a surprising show of feigned sobriety.
He slowly tuned his gaze toward the girl next to him, paying no attention at
her unamused expression.
“You’re
going to drink that, right? I bought it for you, you know.” Kris smiled at
Subin as well, picking his drink up off the table.
“That’s
an admirable gesture, really, but I’d rather take you home and eventually go
home myself.”
“’Give me a ride’? ‘Take me home’?” An
unreadable expression crossed his face as he sipped his drink before it morphed
into suspicion. “Are you a hooker?” He narrowed his eyes.
“No!”
Subin declared loudly, then lowered her voice again. She was bothered less by
the obviously drunken suggestion than by the stares she received from
bystanders. They turned away at her denial and she continued, “I told you, I
know Tao and I’m supposed to take you home. He asked me to make sure you don’t
injure or kill yourself. Or anyone else, but you don’t seem at all menacing, so I doubt I’ll have to
intervene in any fights you’ll start.”
“Tao
sent you…” Kris statet and Subin nodded, glad that he was catching on. “That’s
nice of him, and all, but I can get girls myself.” Kris said in a quiet voice.
“I’m
sure you can, and yes, I’m a girl. However, I’m not here as a girl, or a
hooker. I’m here as a friend.” She said slowly, trying to calm herself down.
However this is a drunken she’s dealing with.
“A
friend is good, because you don’t seem to keep up the hooker image. Or even the
clubbing one. your clothes are too casual and you aren’t drinking.”
“Sorry
I’m trying to stay sober for the drive home and have a lot of laundry to do,”
Subin drawled sarcastically.
Kris
finished his drink, then picked up the one he’d bought for Subin. “If you
aren’t going to drink this, I can’t let it go to waste.”
“Don’t—”
She reached swiftly to seize the drink, but he threw it back before she could
get a hold on it. “—drink anymore.” She murmured to herself.
I doubt letting him drink more was what Tao
meant by ‘not much worse for the wear’.
▲
Another
hour later Kris had danced, tried to get Subin to dance with him, attempted
dirty dancing with Subin when she finally got off her barstool and surrendered
one dance with him, then whined when she went back to sit down.
“You
aren’t much fun,” Kris proclaimed as if it were an important revelation. “Are
you usually more fun than this?” He prodded, teasing her with a lopsided grin.
“I’d
like to think so. Are you done yet?” Subin asked. She had to admit, Kris was a
fun drunk and probably fun in general, but she still didn’t want to be in a
club with him or anyone else if she wasn’t here to have fun as well.
“One
more drink?”
“No.”
“One
more song?”
“No.”
Kris
made an attempt by staring at her fore she relented. “Fine. One more song. But
I’m not leaving this barstool again until you are headed for the exit. Which
will be after one more song.”
“Deal.”
One more
song turned into three, and during that time Kris had slipped away from her
supervision for one more drink before Subin dragged him away from the bar, breaking
her previous agreement that she wouldn’t get up until they were on their way
out. Using her momentum, she dragged him to the hallway near the exit.
“Can we
please go now?” She asked, looking up at him with frustration.
Kris
shrugged as if he hadn’t been putting up resistance the entire time. “I guess.
All of my friends left and you’re no fun.” He pouted.
“They
left over an hour and a half ago, that didn’t seem to bother you before, and
I’m not here for fun. Come on.” She took his hand again so she didn’t lose him
and led him out the door.
Parking
in the first available spot she saw had seemed like a good idea at the time,
but now she was regretting the distance she’d put between the club and her car.
Kris
stopped to stare at a bug on the sidewalk and Subin stared at him, exasperated
but also entertained by his minuscule attention span when impaired.
“It’s an
ant.” Kris observed.
“Is it
now?” Subin asked, uninterested. She glanced at her phone, wondering how late
it would be when she finally got home.
“Yeah.”
Kris leaned closer to the ant before it disappeared into a crack in the cement.
“The ant
is gone.” Kris frowned.
“How
depressing,” Subin said. Uninterested. At all.
He
appeared to mourn the loss of the latest fleeting source of entertainment for a
moment, then slowly sank to the ground.
“Maybe
we should take a nap. I’m tired and I don’t feel very well.” Kris said.
Subin
could not even pretend to be surprised at this new development after watching
him for a good portion of the night.
“Kris,
you can nap – get this, even sleep – at home. Also, you’ve consumed an
impressive amount of alcohol just in the time since I arrived, so I have to
expect you to feel like shit.”
“I’m
going to rest here for a little bit,” Kris said, transitioning from a kneeling
position to actually sitting down on the sidewalk. Subin stood idly, mouth
widely agape, as he proceeded to actually lay down. She considered pretending
she didn’t know him and just stand nearby until he decided to move on his own.
Reluctantly, the responsible part of her convinced her to lay down the law.
“Kris,
let’s go.” She commanded sharply, like one would command a toddler before
beginning to count down from five. She thought she’d try being demanding. Maybe
he responded better to commands than suggestions.
“Carry
me?” Kris asked, looking up at her. She sputtered.
“How in
the actual fuck do you expect me to CARRY YOU?!” Subin gestured wildly for him
to get off the ground. “Get up!”
Kris
stood up, wavering in obvious dizziness before he reached out for something to
grab. While Subin knew she lacked the strength required to carry him, she
didn’t hesitate to try to catch him. She grabbed his hand and guided it toward
her shoulder, then held out her other arm as a precaution in case he leaned
toward her.
She waited
to see if he’d pass out, but he didn’t. instead, she heard him making a strange
noise. She looked up at him and jumped back from him just as he threw up. Some
of it hit her leg, but most splattered on the concrete.
Subin
stared indignantly.
“Did he
just throw up on me? He just threw up on me. God damn it, Tao, why am I friends
with you?!” Subin was talking out loud, but mostly to herself. Kris was too
busy staring at the ground to respond.
On the
bright side, Kris was considerably more cooperative after throwing up. Subin
assumed it was because he realized he was not in proper shape to be in public –
after being thrown up on, neither was she. They endured the rest of the walk to
Subin’s car, which took several times longer than it should have, in silence.
Then Subin used paper towels from her trunk to try to clean herself –and Kris–
up. He had managed to avoid being part of the damage, with the exclusion of one
of his shirt sleeve. She didn’t know how he’d gotten his puke on just his shirt
sleeve, but tried to wipe it off anyway.
She
buckled him into the passenger seat, offered him a half a bottle of water she
found in the back seat, then ran to the nearest garbage can on the street to
throw away the used paper towels. She turned back to make sure Kris hadn’t
moved from his seat every two seconds during her journey, and when she returned
she quickly drove to Tao’s place.
Getting Kris
to the floor of their apartment was on wasn’t as difficult as she expected. He
leaned on her at times but was still holding his own weight a good portion of
the walk. Luckily, the elevator was timely and there was a conveniently located
parking spot outside the door available.
When
they reached Tao and Kris’ door, Kris leaning more considerable weight on Subin
with his arm around her shoulder, he said, “Why don’t you come in?”
“I’m
going to, give me the key.”
“It’s
probably in my pocket.” He started to move his free arm to reach into his front
jeans pocket, but through better of it. “You could do it, you know,” Kris tried
giving Subin what she assumed was an attempt at a smoldering gaze, but looked
more like exactly what it was: a crooked drunken smile, the telltale sign that
he was drunk off his ass.
Subin
didn’t even check for disappointment on Kris’ face when she turned her attention
toward the potted plant to get the key.
▲
After a
prolonged struggle, Kris eventually crashed on his bed. Subin felt a bit bad
that he was still wearing his jeans and shoes, but she’d gotten him to change
out of the shirt he’d thrown up on and she rejoiced in the small victory. She
had even gotten him to change himself, despite his requests for her to change
his shirt for him.
She
stood in the doorway of his room, not quite sure what to do now that Kris was
drifting off to sleep. She picked his discarded shirt off the floor of his room
with two fingers and hurriedly escorted it to the bathroom, where she discarded
it over the side of the bathtub. She had considered helping him out by getting
the stain out while it was fresh, but remembered the stain on her own leggings
and thought better of it. He could do his own laundry.
Seeing
the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, she felt the pressure to be a good
person. She took an aspiring and filled a glass of water next to the sink,
carried them back to Kris’ room, and tried to set the glass down silently, even
though and explosion probably wouldn’t have woken the sleeping man.
Nodding
at her extraordinary accomplishments, she tiptoed toward the living room.
I’ve been watching the dude this long, I
might as well stay until Tao comes back. He should probably here soon. She thought. Subin scrolled through her
phone instead of turning on the TV, both because she didn’t want to make any
noise and because she knew there wouldn’t be anything worth watching on TV at
such an hour.
Some
twenty minutes later, Tao stepped through the front door with Hasoo by his
side. Hasoo waved at Subin when she turned on the lamp in the room, before Tao
told her to go to wait for him in his room. Hasoo shot Subin a sympathetic
smile as she walked past, and Subin further realized that she’d accepted the
task of Kris’ care without apparently common knowledge that he’s difficult to
deal with when intoxicated.
“So, how
was he?” Tao asked carefully when he spotted Subin’s expression.
She
didn’t even respond, just widened her eyes and dramatically pointed at the
dried spots on her leggings.
Tao made
a face. “He didn’t.”
“He
did.”
“I’m so
sorry, and he is too. He’ll be mortified when I tell him about this – I’m sure
he won’t remember.” Tao frowned, setting his keys on the table.
“No, it
gets better! He also tried to get me
to remove his keys from his pockets and take off his shirt!
Tao
couldn’t help but laugh.
“The
worst was actually when he asked be loudly, at the bar, if I was a hooker!” Now
even Subin was laughing.
“I’m so
sorry.”
Subin
just scoffed before she continued to give Tao the rundown of events. Tao
apologized every few statements, face twisting in secondhand embarrassment and
laughter as Subin recounted the tale of her journey home with Kris.
“I
probably do owe you at least one drink, Subin. He’s usually not that bad, I
promise.”
Subin
laughed and shook her head as Tao showed her out of the apartment, exchanging
goodbyes and receiving final round of apologies from Tao on Kris’ behalf.
▲
Light
streamed through the open curtains as Kris groaned in pain, his brutal hangover
settling in.
“Please
close the curtains, I’m sleeping forever. Join me if you’d like.” He rolled
over to face away from the window, reaching behind him to pat the vacant space
invitingly.
“I’ll
pass ge,” was the response. Kris
didn’t expect his roommate’s voice to answer, although he didn’t remember whose
voice he did expect. He turned around as fast as his reaction time and current
condition allowed, but his head still spun as he stared at his roommate.
Meanwhile, Tao continued speaking. “It’s a good thing you don’t have to do
anything today. You look like hell.”
Kris
narrowed his eyes, than glanced around the room tiredly.
“But why
are you here? I could have sworn I went home with a last night… But I guess I brought
her here instead. She’s gorgeous, though. Is she here? Did you see her? Did she
leave?” he craned his neck as if to try to see the rest of the flat. His room
was around the corner of the hallway.
Tao stared,
dumbfounded but entertained by his senior’s lack of memory.
“Maybe I
embarrassed myself. At least I have all my clothes on so I couldn’t have done
anything too stu— Why are you laughing at me?! You dare to? I don’t remember what happened but you’d be
concerned too if you were single and brought home a girl… damn, what was her
name?” Kris began to try to sound out what he remembered of the girl’s name. “It
started with… a…”
“Subin.”
Tao said, and Kris’ eyes lit up at Tao’s words.
“That’s
it! Subin! Tao, how did you know?!”
“She’s a
co-worker of mine and she owned me a favor. So I had her to take your drunk ass
home last night.” Kris nodded, slightly disappointed that his own suave ways
and charm hadn’t brought Subin to his room instead. Ultimately, he’d take what
he could get. At least she talked to me? He
thought. Yeah, that’s good. Optimism is
good.
“Did I leave
a good impression?” He asked hopefully. He was already sure he didn’t want to
know the answer, but he had to know.
Kris
noticed the two pills and glass of water sitting conveniently on the nightstand
and took them, using the action to avoid looking expectantly at Tao while
waiting for an answer.
“I hate
to be the bearer of bad news, but gege
threw up on her.”
“Oh, so
that’s probably a no.” Kris’ cheeks burned as he tried to discover a way to
salvage his chances with the girl who’d probably stopped him from dying of
drunken irresponsibly or, more probably, doing something so stupid it would
have gone viral.
“Gege also asked her if she was a hooker
in the middle of the bar, tried to get her to put her hand in your pocket, and
attempted to get her to strip you.”
“Dear
god!” Kris cried, running his hand through his hair, “Why didn’t anyone stop
me?! No one should ever speak to me again, much less her!”
“Probably
a bad time to mention your attempts to grind on her, you laying in the middle
of the sidewalk to ‘take a nap’ and—” Kris swung his feet over the edge of the bed
and Tao’s eyes widened. “—the fact that you’re wearing jeans and your shoes
right now…”
Kris
stared at his shoes, shaking his head and groaning loudly.
“I’m
never drinking again,” Kris surrendered, dropping back onto the bed and burying
his face in his pillow.
“Good
choice, ge,” Tao said, starting toward
the door. “When you decide to crawl from the depths of your drunken embarrassment
and hungover pity party, I’ll be making brunch.”
“Good.
You somehow know how to look at the bright side at someone else’s problem.”
“Pancakes
are probably the closest to positivity you’ll be able to get after the display
you put on for Subin last night.” Tao shut the door behind him, leaving Kris to
decide if he wanted to go back to sleep despite the fact it was almost eleven o’clock.
Kris
whimpered as he kicked off his shoes, determined to take a shower after he
found some clean clothes. He got up and started rummaging through the drawers
of his dresser, muttering about how stupid he’d been the previous night.
“I can
ask for permission to give you her number, but even the slim chance you have
would definitely be contingent on you never doing anything like that again…” Tao called from the other side of the door.
“Kris’
ear perked at the statement, but he kept realistic expectations. He made sure
to keep the hope out of his voice when he answered. “Would you? And maybe, put
in a good word for me?” Kris winced. “And apologize. Like, a million times.” He
added.
“Sure.”
Tao said from the hallway. “I’ll tell her gege
have high standards and if you make a complete drunken fool of yourself in
front of and throw up on a girl, it’s only because she’s really pretty. It’s a
basically a compliment.”
“What
the fuck, Huang Zitao!”
▲
-kairay.
1 Comments
KENAPA KALO KAYAK GINI KRIS CUTE BGT DIBAYANGAN YA :(
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