Kpop Imagines

UB / 1 Year Anniversary Special

UB's POV;
She was helpless. And that's an understatement to be honest.

As I saw her getting filled up with drink after drink I didn't know what I am supposed to react like. Should I walk over and say something? Or should I just let it be? Her friends were all sitting at the same table, handing her more shots in a minute than I could count. Only the imagination of how bad she must have felt drove me crazy. And the fact that I had already known her from school.

A quite nice girl, never really got into trouble. Barely noticeable, invisible was a good word to describe her. One grade below me so a youngster to me. I had never been certainly interested in her but that evening I didn't have another option than to start talking to her.

Nobody's POV;
You were sitting there, having lost every sense of emotion. The only thing you could let out was a laugh, one which wasn't even sounding joyful anymore. These girls kept bringing you drinks, obviously finding happiness in seeing you die. You had never drunk before and you even told them. But did they care? Nope, not a single bit. They filled you up with that stuff to your very limit.

As everything suddenly seemed to be surreal to your mind a blurred vision of a tall figure walking towards you was to be seen in the angle of your eye. Such sight would have seized all your attention if you were in a sensible state. The next thing you barely realized was a touch on your shoulder. That person said something non auditable, at least for you. Each of those words appeared in a damp way, neither of your ears was able to get the message behind that sentence.

Again, your mouth only let a simple laugh break out making the person feel taken the piss out (A/n; heard this means like 'kidding'). Logic at the point of his side. In the next moment you saw a paper slid in front of you "What's your address".

It wasn't fun anymore, for none of the people who saw you. Nobody seemed to be stupid enough to laugh about your current state. Disgusted glances got thrown in your friend's direction from literally every single visitor of this bar.

To take care of your suddenly approaching tiredness you decided to place your head on your crossed arms and let it rest for a while.

This boy was still watching you, feeling more sorry every single second. Seeing you like that broke his heart into thousands of pieces. As he suddenly saw your friends taking pics of you his hands cupped over his face, whispering "What can I do?".

That sheet of paper looked unnecessary in your eyes so you stopped paying attention to it. In the process of swallowing the next shot the boy touched your shoulder again. "Please", he begged, this time utterly understandable. Maybe just because his lips were now only inches away from your ear but you were just glad to hear something.

Your head looked to each side, hopelessly waiting for something to write with. When you faced the boy again you spotted a pen in his hand, especially gotten for you to finally tell him your address. The letters you were writing looked worse than just ugly, they were horrible. Hardly decipherable but though, it was a beginning.

After taking two minutes to decode the information the boy typed the address in Google Maps, hoping for routes which wouldn't lead through the entire city. Unfortunately, the navigator summed it up to 47 minutes by car. A deep sigh left his mouth in the moment he saw the result but he knew that no matter how many complaints, it wouldn't change the situation in any way.

So he abruptly grabbed your right arm and already pulled you with him right out of the building. The fresh air was a huge relief to your lungs. As soon as you had closed the door behind yourself he began going more gentle on you. His grip wasn't as tight as before anymore and he now asked if you wanted something to drink, water only though. Slightly you nodded, leading to him taking out his water bottle and reaching it to you. While you were emptying that plastic bottle UB opened the car door for you. You stood there, not doing anything although the message of entering the car was extremely obvious. The boy groaned loudly with a slight smile reflecting despair, pushed you on the passenger seat and slammed the car door afterwards. He also entered on the other side, running through his hair and exhaling meanwhile. Not even a second later his foot was already pressing the gas pedal.