When She Was Drunk

Pairing: SNSD's Yoona & SJ's Donghae

 

Never did once in his life he touches beer.

Beer helped her through the night.

He cared a lot about her like she was his sister.

She felt in love with him but he didn't feel the same.

When she was drunk, she would laugh.

"Yoona," a deep voice she knew all too well called from behind.

She clumsily turned around, almost tripped herself in the process. She smiled, but her smile never reached her eyes.

"You came!" she squealed cheerfully, but Donghae knew better. The hint of depression didn't escape his hearing.

Dragging herself across the room with a bottle of beer in her hand, she giggled. Her eyes were slightly closed and her cheeks flushed in crimson red. It didn't take long for Donghae to know that she was drunk, really drunk.

Donghae let out a heavy sigh as he caught Yoona just in time before she fell on the ground.

"You are drunk, Yoona. Stop drinking," he said between gritted teeth.

Yoona laughed. "You are so funny, Donghae Oppa! Let's have fun tonight!"

The man circled his arm around her petite figure, bringing her down to sit on the couch beside them. Carefully, he took away the bottle from her hand and placed it on the table.

Yoona frowned a little, but the next second she let out another round of laughter. "You still hate beer? What a kid!"

Knowing that Yoona wasn't really aware of what was happening and maybe she didn't comprehend what she was really saying, Donghae let her head lean on his shoulder and drew some soothing circles in her arm. Yoona's laugh subsided down. She closed her eyes instead, humming one of her favorite childhood songs.

Donghae chocked himself when he heard her last words before she was drifted to a deep slumber.

"I'm sleeping in the arms of a brother's."

The night went slowly with Yoona sleeping peacefully in Donghae's embrace.

When she was drunk, she would tell stories.

"Have you heard about Peter-Pan and Tinkerbelle, Oppa?" she asked softly.

She was drunk, again, and he was there to accompany her and to prevent her from drinking too much (like he always did).

Donghae stared at her in confusion but he nodded. "Yes," he replied carefully.

"Don't you think Peter-Pan is mean?"

"Why so?"

Yoona laughed weakly. Her eyes seemed so far away.

"He never let Tinkerbelle leave his side because she protects him, guiding him, always being there for him. He makes her stay because he needs protection. But that's just it. He never sees her more than his protector and his friends.”

When Donghae fell silent, Yoona took a sip of her beer. She smiled in content when the liquid ran through her throat, washing away everything on the way.

"That happens in real life, you know," she said.

"I care a lot about you," Donghae said quickly, almost defensive.

Yoona chuckled, and Donghae didn't like it a bit. He didn't like the way she hid her true feeling with her little laugh.

"But that was just it. You just care about me. You don't love me," her eyes darkened in the end of her sentence.

"Yoona," he said her name desperately, almost begging her not to say it.

Yoona took another sip before she leant forward and placed a soft, tender kiss on his left cheek. Donghae didn't even flinch when the strong alcohol's scent reached his nose no matter how much he disliked the drink.

"But at least I can stay here by your side."

When she was drunk, she would throw things.

Yoona's apartment was a mess. Everything was scattered around. Donghae was there, just like the night before, only to see a drunken Yoona threw everything within her reach at him.

"Leave me alone!!" she roared, throwing a frame towards his direction.

Donghae only stood there, didn't make any move or said a word.

Screaming, Yoona swept away all things on her secretary, creating a loud noise of broken things.

"Don't ever come here!! I don't need you! I hate you!!!"

Maintaining his composure, Donghae inhaled deeply.

"I'll be here 'till morning comes." His voice was somehow calm.

"Go away!! You've ruined my life, don't you dare showing your face in front of me!!"

Slowly, Donghae began to collected things he could save and put them back to their place. He remained calm even when a thick book finally hit his arm. It hurt but it wasn't unbearable.

"Why don't you say something? Why do I always have a one-sided argument??!!" she marched her way towards him.

Instead of answering her, he patted the crown of her head, giving a reassuring smile.

"Don't hurt yourself, okay? I will keep the shards away from you."

She cursed, she screamed, she hit him everywhere. He smiled at her. He never cursed back. He soothed her, because he understood.

When she was drunk, she would cry.

This wasn't the first time Donghae ever saw her cry. She cried a lot back then when they were kids. She cried when her mom told her she wouldn't drink through bottles again. She cried when her cat died. She cried when a bully took her lunchbox away. She cried when her sister went to college. And he was always there.

Donghae's heart sank when he saw Yoona sitting on the floor with bottles of beer around her. The bubbliest girl Donghae had ever known was crying her heart out. Her shoulders were shaking; her cheek was damp from the tears which could go on forever.

He took a seat beside her, an arm away from the crying girl. He began to sing her favorite song with his melodious voice. He sang and sang until her sobs died down.

When she wiped her tears and lifted her head, she saw a smiling Donghae looked back at her with his brown eyes Yoona loved being lost into. And a slight small began to find a way to her face.

"Sleep, Yoona. I'm here."

A single tear rolled down on her cheek. But why can't I reach you? her heart whispered.

When she was drunk, she would realize that he would never give her his heart but she couldn't let go.

"Today is your anniversary, right?"

"Yes."

"I should congratulate you."

"You don't have to."

"..."

"..."

"Do you love her, Donghae?"

"Yoona..."

"I know you do."

"..."

"I can never win this, can I?"

"It isn't a battle."

"It isn't. But you are worth fighting for."

"No. I'm not the right one. You'll find him someday. And when the day comes, you'll let me go."

"You think so?"

"Yes."

"You don't know me, Donghae."

But when she was drunk, she would feel alive the most.