Chapter 27: 21-2

"What?" I ask cluelessly. "Are you used to cat-calls, guys trying to pick you up, groping you." It takes a while for my brain to comprehend his words. "I guess? They think I'm a f-foreigner and at night Korean guys are bad," I say with an unintelligent giggle. His lips press together as he looks away. His hand leaves mine as he walks swiftly. "Jaewook!" I yell out in panic. He's angry, he's upset, he's sensitive—I already know that. It doesn't take much for him to get upset—but I'm not sober enough to be able to calm him down like I usually do. Usually, I'm the one in charge, the one that takes care of him when he's like this. But right now I can't and it makes my brain flood in panic and frustration. Tears fall from my hazy eyes as I freeze up, unsure of what to do since I'm too drunk to relax him. "Jaewook," I call out weakly. While usually a proud and tall-standing girl, right now I look like a mere child as I crouch down in the middle of the sidewalk as if I've lost my mother in a crowd. He turns back around and heads rather quickly towards me. "Destiny—" he says in a stern voice before he notices my crying face. He squats down and holds onto my face, which is snot and tear-filled. "Oh baby, I'm sorry." He wipes my tears with his thumbs and gets me to stand back up. He pulls me into a hug, his hand on the back of my head as I'm pushed into his shoulder. "I'm sorry beautiful, I just got so mad at them. I don't like seeing other guys touch you like you're some toy. I got mad and let it out on you." "I wanna go home," I cry out against him. "Okay, let's go." He doesn't let go of my hand as we walk back, and he adjusts his pace to match mine. When we get to my door, he looks around the apartment for my brother. When he comes out from his room, half asleep, he just shakes his head. "Sorry dude, that's not my responsibility anymore. You got yourself into this." And then he retreats back to his room. Jaewook looks down at me as I peer at him with wide eyes. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?" I just nod. "Uh, this isn't my house so I mean—I don't really know what you have," he says as he opens cupboards. I follow his shadow as it moves. "Here's water first of all," he hands me a bottle, but pauses to open it before handing it back. I drink as much water as I can as he helplessly looks around our small kitchen. "Ramen," I say. "Ramen? You want that?" I nod my head. "Okay," he says to himself, looking around again. He manages to put water in the kettle and boil it, and finds a package of ramen. I sit at the table with my head down. Eventually, he puts the bowl of ramen in front of me and hands me chopsticks. "Thank you Jaewookie," I sweetly say before kissing his cheek. He lightly laughs as I slurp the noodles. I raise the next bundle of noodles in front of Jaewook's mouth. "Ah—" I say and he entertains me by eating it. As I finish the rest his hand runs through my hair, petting me. When I'm done eating, my eyes end up forcing to a close. The feeling of his hand petting my hair is unexplainable, one of my favourite feelings by far. "Don't fall asleep here sweetie," he softly chuckles as he stops stroking me. He throws out the cup and motions for me to stand. I hiccup in surprise when he lifts me up. My arms wrap around his neck as he smiles down at me. I giggle as he carries me to bed—this is what he did last time isn't it? He lays me down. I slowly get up and grab a nightgown from my cupboard. Without thought, I pull my pants down. "Woah Noona," Jaewook turns around abruptly and covers his eyes. When I'm done changing I climb under my covers. He turns around and fixes the covers so I'm tucked in. His lips touch my forehead before he turns to leave. I grab his arm. "Jaewookie, sleep with me. I wanna cuddle." He snorts in laughter. "What did you say?" I'm too drunk to understand the reason behind him holding his phone out now. "Sleep with me Jaewook," I whine like a child now. "I want to snuggle." "My Noona wants to be cuddled?" He teases. I nod my head feverishly. "But Jaewook doesn't have sleep clothes." "It's okay." "It's okay if I sleep without clothes?" "Mhm." "I'm recording this Noona, so you can't get mad at me in the morning, Okay?" "Okay." He snorts with laughter as he closes his phone. In the dark, I hear his clothes rustle and his feet move across the floor. Then the bed sinks down with his weight. He lifts the covers and sighs. "Jaewook—" I mumble in approval as I wrap my arms around his bare chest. My face smothers into his neck. "Noona, don't hurt me in the morning, Okay?" "I'll never hurt my Jaewook," I say against him. I lightly kiss his skin. "No kissing baby, not until you're sober." "But Jaewook's skin smells good." His chest rumbles with laughter beneath me. ...