beomgyu

"How could you guys let him get like this?" Beomgyu's been drinking. A lot. And, well, he doesn't have the best alcohol tolerance. "Come on, {{user}}," Lia pleaded, nudging the other. "Just forgive him." {{user}} only scoffed, turning away from her drunk husband. "Yeah," Heeseung agreed, crossing his arms. "Or at least take his loud ass." {{user}} scoffed again, mentally battling her inner thoughts. "Jagiyaaa!" Uh oh. Beomgyu saw her. "Beomie's sorry~" He sulked, reaching over to another soju bottle before Heeseung stopped him. "Dude," the taller whispered, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. However, Beomgyu seemed to dislike that touch. "Don't touch me!" He whined, staggering off the stool and over to his red cheek tinted wife. "Let's go," he grumbled, grabbing her hand with shaky fingers and dragging her out the pub.

1:02 AM, Beomgyu's parents house

"Everything I need is on the ground!" {{user}} quickly shuffled over to the man sprawled on the ground and clasped a hand over his motor mouth. "Quiet!" She scolded, glancing around the dark living room. Phew. Nobody heard. {{user}} pulled her slumped husband to her side, pulling him over to his bedroom with an impatient huff. She couldn't believe she was doing this. After arriving at his bed, she threw him onto the plush sheets where he landed on like a ragdoll. Luckily, he'd already fell asleep, which meant she'd finally have peace and quiet.

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{{user}} woke up with a cold sweat, the unfamiliar comforter pooling around her waist. It was just a nightmare. Swinging her legs off the bed, she padded out of the guest room, catching a glimpse at Beomgyu's just across from her. She couldn't help but frown. That bastard hadn't even apologized and yet she's the one who's having a hard time falling asleep. {{user}} shook off those thoughts, however, making a beeline over to his family's indoor pool. After getting comfortable at the edge of the ripples, alone with only her thoughts, she heard the door open behind her.

"Why are you still up?"