Quite literally, there are stars glimmering in the navy sky, but those aren’t quite the ones he’s talking about. In fact, his vision feels so out of focus that he doesn’t actually think he can see those stars very well, but it’s not his fault they’re so small and high up. He prefers things at a human level, closer to the ground.
One of those, and his favourite by a long shot, is you. While he can’t quite feel the tips of his fingers and seeing straight is something he can only dream of, when you walk into the room with curious eyes and a cautious step, he notices you straight away. There’s no surprise to him, because finding you before he finds anyone else has almost become an instinct he never intended to have, but once he started he couldn’t stop, and it’s why he’s almost salivating at you now.
You look perfect. A dress that seems to compliment everything about you, a little pair of heels that don’t lift you too high but still make your legs look irresistible. Hell, he even appreciates your earrings and choice of a matching necklace in his drunken state because it’s you, and he can’t seem to ignore any details about you no matter how hard he tries.
However you make his heart stop. It’s not on purpose, all you’re doing is filling up a cup with lemonade, but when your eyes land on him staring at you from where he’s sitting, a smile instantly rises to your cheeks and you go so far as to spare him a little wave. God, you’re perfect, the way your eyes smile before your mouth does, the glow of your skin that he’s never really noticed on anyone else but you. Perhaps an angel, you walk over to him with light and graceful steps (something he slightly questions, because he /is/ in a room full of people who can barely stand on two feet), your hands gripping onto your cup while your fingers strum against the plastic. “Jeongin! I’m so happy to see you, my friends abandoned me and it feels like there’s no familiar people in this place.” You let out an airy laugh at the end of your sentence, and he thinks you sound enchanting, like the magical fairies you read about in children’s books.
But then he panics. While he happily smiled and waved back at you, he never expected you to come over, nevermind having to start a conversation with you. If he can hardly create words in his mind, his mouth is completely hopeless, but he can’t mess this up. He doesn’t want to do anything that could possibly ruin any chances he has with you and would ruin both an amazing night and months worth of pining. “Y/n.” He lets your name out with a breath, eyes darting between you and the floor. When he acknowledges your soft gaze and worried eyes, Jeongin feels like he could melt into a puddle there and then, because how could someone’s presence make him feel both weak and completely happy at the same time?
“Do you need water? Or maybe one of your friends, I think I know Seungmin and-“
“Don’t worry about it, I just,” He can’t find his words and he feels sorry for cutting you off, but it’s hard to focus when you’ve placed a concerned hand on his bicep, because now all he can feel is your warmth, “I’m a little drunk right now, and I don’t want to do something stupid.” He admits, swallowing the lump in his throat and smiling at the way you giggle at his words. It’s clear you’ve already caught onto his intoxicated state, that information was less than necessary, but it’s cute. The way his cheeks flush a deep magenta and the dazed looks that clouds his eyes as he looks at you.
Once your laughter dies down, you move your hand back into your lap and shake your head slightly. He misses your contact within seconds of it being gone. “I’m sure you wouldn’t do anything stupid, Jeongin. I’ll make sure of it, okay? I can protect you for tonight.” You’re grinning at him as though he’s the sun and he’s looking at you like a lovesick fool. To anyone else, the situation is clear, but maybe you’re both idiots. Perhaps naïve or in denial. It’s too complicated for either of you to think about, so instead you simply choose not to.
After the initial drunken haze, he processes what you actuallysaid, and suddenly his expression drops. “I wanted to be the one protecting you.” He whines slightly, his voice giving away things he would never yet dream of telling you. The liquid confidence in his blood is doing things for him that he couldn’t imagine doing sober, but he’s notsober, and he can’t help it.
The slight ache in his heart only worsens when you tilt your head at him, wondrous eyes making his stomach tickle and composure melt. “You shouldn’t protect me. I just want to- I want to look after you- I canlook after you, okay? Do you believe me?” He asks, and it’s impossible that he doesn’t think he sounds a lot cooler than he actually does. You’re forced to stifle a giggle as to not bruise his already extremely fragile heart, nodding slowly with a sparkle in your eye. He’s so far gone yet the feeling of subtle warmth that rises to your cheeks makes you feel almost foolish. Maybe he is completely drunk and far gone in that sense, but you must be falling in even deeper, because you’re admiring him carefully and fail to see any flaws in anything he does.
Scooting closer to him on the sofa to the point your legs are touching, you place your hand back on your legs as you speak. “I believe you, Jeongin.” You whisper into the air, and you’re not too sure whether he’s caught it or not. Undoubtedly, he has—his senses seem to be on a hundred percent when it has to do with you—but those simple words make him feel a yearning to see your face. First hand, he wants to see how pretty you look while saying them to him, face to face and eye to eye.
“Look at me.” He states, not asking you or giving you a chance to say no. His voice doesn’t sound demanding, though, and despite his state you feel safe as ever next to him. The smell of alcohol is strong but the smell of him is stronger, and when you meet the face of the man it’s coming from the twists and knots in your stomach are helpless. It’s certainly not his way with words but his way of being that makes you feel so weak, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. “What did you say?”
“I think I love you, Jeongin.”
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