Taking care of her being (1/1)

They only left for ten minutes. Ten minutes. And in those ten minutes, Hoshi quite literally turned their winning celebration into a house party. Disadvantages of being the younger members, Chan and him got tons of ice cream as per ordered, and even did a take-out for rice cakes. In return, they promised that his girlfriend would still be slightly sober by the time he got back. The fact that their place was soundproof only amplified their vexation as they unlocked the door. Seokmin was currently bopping on kitchen table, him and Minghao currently doing some strange form of martial arts or whatever inhibited variant of it. From the couch Joshua was babbling in English so intelligible even he couldn’t comprehend (and he said he didn’t like alcohol, psh), and for some reason Jun was almost sinfully sober, the evil glint in his eyes as he nodded agreeably to his friend. Somehow, The Jonas Brothers were playing on the speaker (thank Sofia for that little bit of knowledge) and Wonwoo (!?) was currently breakdancing to it. Hoshi (damn Hoshi for starting all of this) currently had his arm around his girlfriend, doing the “mansae” motion completely off-beat. Chan grumbled something about “having a dance party without me” and dumped the bags onto the counter, and proceeded to join in. Vernon stalked over to the living room, where his girlfriend was currently using her empty soju bottle as a microphone. Her eyes lit up at the sight at him, and the pointed the sea glass bottle at his chest.“I’m Vernon up, Vernon up, for you baby!” she chanted, wobbling forward to grab his hand. “You’re finally back! Did you try this—this thing?” she gestured to the soju bottle in her hand, waving it around before tossing it with surprising precision between Joshua and Jun. “Oh my God, everything is spinning, it’s like a carousel!” “You’re not supposed to say “oh my god.”” He replied sweetly, giving her a tight grin before roughly pulling Hoshi towards him in a one-armed hug. Thank goodness for that growth spurt, it made him a little more intimidating as he leaned in. “You promised me she wouldn’t drink until after I come back.” he said, so low that she wouldn’t hear. Hoshi rolled his eyes, draping his other arm in a softer, happier hug. “Let her live! Besides, it was her choice anyway! I’m not going to be a killjoy because you want to play overprotective boyfriend.”Vernon rubbed his face over his eyes, trying to calm down. Hoshi was right, he hated to admit, but he would at least liked to keep a better eye on her. “Fine, how much did she drink, just that one bottle?” “Dunno.” Hoshi shrugged languidly. “I think just the one.” “And a half, actually. And the beer.” his girlfriend piped up over his shoulder, but she was so small she had to practically jump on her toes. Rolling his eyes, he turned back to her, who was grinning happily as she leaned on him. “Babe, give me a kiss! You never kiss me in front of your members. Just a tiny one, please please please—” “I think you’re tired.” he said crisply, grabbing her shoulders and leading her to the hallway. He hardly spared the other members a good night before pushing the both of them onto his bunk.“We’re going to kiss in here?” she gasped dramatically. She gestured to loud music blasting through the door. A certain someone has now changed the playlist from Disney to Michael Jackson. “I don’t think we should, Hansolie. You live with twelve people and I don’t want them to hear me.” just as quickly as she insinuated, it slipped her mind, as she started patting and smoothing the bed sheets like paper. “Ooh, you finally changed them!” Shaking his head, he reached over and thumbed her cheeks. She was incredibly red, her cheeks were flushed and created a bright scarlet band across her t-zone. “You’re so warm. Do you want a lighter shirt?” and got up to search in the minimal closet space he owned. There was a rustling of sheets, and a whine of, “It really is hot!” before he finally picked out a plain orange t-shirt. By the time he turned around his girlfriend was already out of her shirt, fanning herself dramatically like they were sitting in a volcano. His eyes widened and he bit the inside of his cheek to muffle any potential reactions that were incredibly improper for the situation. Face probably just as red as hers, he pretended not to notice the fact that she was only in a bra, and balled the shirt all the way to the collar before pulling it over her head. She frowned, “Why didn’t you say anything? You don’t think I’m pretty?” Rolling his eyes, he sat on the bed with her and tapped her nose. “While I find you incredibly adorable blushing and wearing my clothes, you are definitely, as I quote “super turnt up”.” “You’re right.” she snapped her fingers, and pouted. “Then can you at least help me make a fort?” “Fine, but only if you get some sleep.”“Deal.”Obliging, Vernon quickly tucked the first bedsheet between the two bunk beds, making the room even darker as they were enclosed between the wall and the navy of his blanket. “Can I get another favor?”“No.”“Will you sing me a lullaby?”“You really are drunk.” Yawning, he grabbed his girlfriend’s waist, pulling her closer so they were face-to-face sharing his pillow. “Can I get a kiss now?” she tried, moving a centimeter closer. He nodded slowly, that he could definitely do. Vernon leaned forward, his lips ghosting over hers. He smiled lazily before fully kissing her, she smelled terribly of soju but he could care less at this point, they were together and that’s all that mattered.When they parted, she suddenly cried out, clutching her head. “This is totally killing the mood. But I feel like throwing up. Will you hold my hair back?”“Okay, you can throw up, as long as it’s on Hoshi-hyung.”