Stray Kids Imagines

Jisung - Drunk

Ordering your desired drink, you jumped onto the bar chair. You had come to the bar with your friend as he had been feeling down lately and wanted to hang out with you and a couple of his other friends. You originally wasn't planning on joining, especially since Jisung had asked you not to, but you had basically been dragged along by the group and eventually gave in. The bartender served you your drink, and followed up by serving the rest of the group. Your friend that was sitting to your right started some small talk with you, asking what you had been up to lately and whatnot.

A couple a minutes passed by and somehow the group had ended up taking shots and playing games. Currently you were losing all the games, meaning you took shot after shot. You got more and more drunk and becoming more and more dizzy. Soon enough you were totally wasted. Grabbing one of the girls in the group you led her to the dance floor, almost right in the middle. You started busting out some random moves not really knowing how to dance. She joined in none the less, not being totally sober herself. More people from your group of friends joined in and you jumped around super hyper.

You felt something vibrating in your pocket, and picked your phone out. Looking at the slightly blurry screen you could make out the name “Jisung”. You picked it up and answered with a big, energetic but slightly slurred “HI!” The first thing you could hear on the other side was a big heavy sigh. “You're out clubbing aren't you? Is that why you're not home yet?” He sounded disappointed, you understood that much, but in your current drunken state you didn't care about that, you just wanted to have fun. “Yes I am clubbing! It's so much fun! Why don't you come join?” You said wanting to have some fun with him.

“You know that I can't go to clubs, but I guess you're too drunk to remember. Where are you? Which club are you at? “I'll come pick you up.” He said. “I won't tell you! I don't want to go home!” You drunkenly yelled into the phone before hanging up and continuing to dance. You took a quick trip to the bar once again to take a couple of more shots before going back to dancing once again. You danced for about seven minutes when someone grabbed your wrist. Looking up you saw Jisung's face covered in a mask. Since you had already forgotten about your conversation earlier, you thought he was here to join the fun. You tried moving his arms around in an attempt at making him dance with you. “FUN!” You screamed out, still yet barely audible for those who stood right beside you because of the loud music.

“Y/n! I'm not here to have fun. I am taking you home with me. You're way to waisted right now!” He said and tried dragging you along with him, but you sat down on the floor in protest, making it basically impossible for him to drag you home. “I don't want to leave! I want to drink more and dance more and drink some more and dance some more!” Jisung ignored your words as he picked you up bridal style, making you grab around his neck instinctively as you let out a small shriek in surprise. He then walked out of the club, carrying you home to the dorm.

By the time you arrived at the dorm you were half asleep in Jisung's arms. You heard the door open, and a second later you were on the floor. You saw Chan and looked at Jisung. “DID YOU JUST DROP ME THE SECOND CHAN OPENED THE DOOR?” “You're drunk and heavy, so yes. You can lean on me, but if I have to carry you for another second I think my body will break. Now let's go to bed.” Jisung said reaching out a hand, offering to help you up from the floor. You being offended by his actions denied his lending hand and decided to ask Chan instead. You put on a pouty face and looked at him. “Chan - Can you help me up please?” Chan looked over at Jisung before offering his hand, helping you up. You leant onto his shoulder and walked into the bedroom and laid down on the bed. Snuggling yourself into the duvet. With a cutesy voice you thanked Chan before he left the room.

Jisung walked in with a glass of water putting it on the nightatand before laying down beside you. You turned away from him, your back facing his chest. He snaked his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. He nuzzled his nose into your back, placing light kisses on your back over your t-shirt and some on your neck. He then rested his forehead in between your shoulder-blades. “I'm glad you're okay. Since you don't drink often I was scared something would happen and I got worried. I hope you understand, I didn't intend to ruin your fun or anything.” His voice was calm and comforting. He placed some more kisses on your back. You were still drunk, but you had sobered up a little compared to before. “It's okay, but maybe you can actually join next time and keep me in check?” You suggested. “We'll see.” He said. You turned around to face him. “By the way, how did you know which club I was at?” You asked. “Your sober friend told me.” He said. “Damn traitor.” You whispered under your breath.