We look like giants || SOOSHU

Chapter 2

The first time they get her good and intoxicated, Shuhua learns two things about drunk Soojin: one, she can curse a blue streak that would make a sailor blush, and two, she likes to cuddle. More specifically, she likes to cuddle with Shuhua, much to Miyeon's chagrin.

She's currently draped herself across Shuhua's lap and is all sharp elbows and pointy chin.

"Will you stop fucking moving? I'm trying to relax, goddammit."

Shuhua rolls her eyes, but tries not to squirm when a stray elbow digs painfully into her ribs.

"Well, I'm also trying to relax and you're giving me bruises."

Soojin scoffs and rolls onto her side so that her face is against Shuhua's stomach and falls silent when Shuhua's fingers busy themselves with braiding her messy chestnut curls. Miyeon sends Shuhua a scathing glare from where she is sitting in Minnie's lap on the arm chair. She receives a nonchalant shrug in return. Shuhua isn't doing anything wrong. Soojin is the one who initiated the contact. Shuhua tells herself that she has the resolve not to let anything happen when they're both in this state, but then Soojin turns her head and all Shuhua can do is stare at her plump lips and imagine kissing them.

Yuqi chooses that moment to prance into the room with a half full bottle of vodka in her hand and Lucas at her heels. Shuhua is fairly certain they snuck off for a quickie in Yuqi's room, but she can't be sure. There is something that looks like a hickey peeking out from the collar of Yuqi's Fall Out Boy t-shirt, but the girl has a different boy in her bed what seems like once a week, so the jury's still out on that one. Besides, Shuhua really doesn't want to think of her two friends getting intimate with one another. She'd already been scarred for life several times during the past two years. A person could only walk in on one of their best friends in so many Kama Sutra positions before their psychological health was affected.

But then Lucas smirks and smacks Yuqi's ass with what he probably thinks is a sexy growl and, yup, Shuhua needs to pull out the old brain bleach again. Miyeon mimes gagging herself and Shuhua can't help but nod in agreement.

"Ugh, heterosexuals," Soojin groans against Shuhua's knee. "So fucking gross..."

Shuhua laughs so hard she snorts and Miyeon almost falls out of Minnie's lap. She seems mostly disturbed by the whole situation. Yuqi has the good sense to blush, but Lucas just shrugs. "Well, I was going to share my booze, but I guess not."

Soojin sits up so fast, the crown of her head slams into Shuhua's chin. The pain doesn't faze her however, because she's stretching across the coffee table and grabbing for the bottle in her cousin's hand. "Not fair! Gimme the mother fucking vodka. Stop being so damn selfish."

"Ow... Soojin... Do you have to have such a hard head?" Shuhua complains. She's pretty sure she almost bit off her own tongue.

"I think you've had enough, actually, Soo." Lucas smiles good-naturedly at the belligerent girl and hands off the bottle to Minnie instead. "Why don't you go ahead and get her to bed, Shuhua? This is usually the point when she passes out."

Nodding and rubbing her chin where it had been hit, Shuhua rises from the couch and begins to usher a reluctant Soojin from the living room. She ignores the warning glance Miyeon sends her, because what kind of person would she be if she took advantage of Soojin in her current state? Her friends seriously need to grow more faith in her morals.

As soon as Soojin hits the threshold of her room, she sways on her feet and stumbles to her bed where she faceplants onto her pillows. She is asleep within seconds and Shuhua pulls her house shoes off and maneuvers Soojin's deadweight under the covers. Before she leaves the room, she grabs a cup of water from the bathroom and a bottle of aspirin and leaves them on Soojin's bedside table.