After he muttered that heartbroken word to me he ran inside, not even looking back. Now i stand here, ten minutes later, wondering of I should go inside. I decide it's the best idea and step inside. I go to find our table and once I do I see all six boys with beer, empty beer bottles covering the table. The waitress is trying to cut them off. 

I sigh, walk over, take Jin and drag him over to the wall. 

"Jin, we are going home now." I tell him. He nods, laughing. I sigh and go back over. I slap a hundred dollars on the table and grab all the boys by their shirts, furious. Namjoon doesn't seem to even recognize me, he just stares at the wall. How could they get drunk so soon?! I drag them to the car, throwing them in. Then I drive over to a bar because I deserve a beer. Before I can say a thing, the boys trail inside and order beers. I sigh and order one beer, hoping that the bar dude won't ID check me. Or Jungkook, for that matter. 

"How old are you?" He demands. Just my luck. I reach into my wallet for my fake ID and hold it up. He nods and hands me my beer. I take a few sips and watch the boys. Jungkook is chugging down a multitude of beers and Taehyung is laughing at him and chugging his beer. Jin is doing shots with J-Hope and Namjoon is just gulping down vodka. I sigh and motion for the bar tender to cut them off. He nods, stepping away. Time to get these boys home. I start by dragging one boy at a time to the car and locking them in. I go back in for Namjoon last. He looks up at me, sad. I take his hands, pulling him up.

"Lets go home. Come on, Joonie, the boys are waiting in the car." 

"Idont wnnago hom.." he slurs.

"We need to so let's go." I pull him outside.

"Nogo hom. I dint wan toooooo!" He mumbles. He runs into a pole and giggles. I stare at his face, examining for any bruises. Yep. A huge black circle forms around his left eye. I sigh loudly and stomp my foot.

"Get in the car!! I'm tired and I wanna go HOMMMEEEE!!" I scream, fed up with him. He drags his feet, walking, or stumbling, to the car. I shove him up front and get in. Once we arrive home I push each boy into their room. I sigh and flop onto the couch before I see Jungkook running out of his room and to the bathroom. I hear puking noises. Soon every single boy is in one of the bathrooms, puking their guts out. I hear a groan and turn to see Taehyung. His shirt is covered in puke and his face is flushed. I help him change shirts and tuck him into bed, giving him Tylenol and melatonin to help him sleep. I do the same for four other drunk boys. I make it back into our room and flick on the lights. Namjoon is spread across the floor, puke covering his bare chest. I sigh and pull him up. I shove him towards the shower. Then I blush. He probably needs help showering and I can't wait for Jimin to come home. I stare at him for a minute, my eyes roaming his well-defined chest and abs. My heart pounds. 

I hear a loud voice yell 

"I'm home!!" 

Jimin! I rush to the living room and smash my hand across his mouth.

"Shh! Everyone is drunk and asleep except me and Namjoon. He is just drunk. He needs to shower, please help him!" I demand. He nods and tiptoes to me and Namjoon's room, the blue room. He goes into the bathroom, sighing loudly.

"Namjoon, you're a mess!" He whined. 

-The Next Morning- 

I yawn and open my eyes. The room glows with light. I look over at Namjoon, who is clean and sleeping. I stand up and shift my pjs. I'm only wearing a over sized shirt I borrowed from J-Hope. Ok, I swiped it from his closest and told him.

I walk over to Namjoon and look at his face. His black eye looks even worse. I softly shake him, worrying that he might have a concussion. 

"Namjoon?" I whisper. His eyes flutter open and he stares at me.

"What?" He croaks. I giggle at his morning voice and hand him a bottle of water.

"You need to drink this. I brought Advil if you want...." I tell him. 

"Thank you." He gulps down his Advil and water.

I bend down and stroke his bruised cheek. 

"Namjoon, does your eye hurt?" I ask him.

"A little. My head hurts mostly. I drank too much beer I guess.." he sighs.

"And vodka." I joke. He laughs then closes his eyes again.

"Can we skip practice today?" He begs. 

"Yes." I nodded.

-six weeks later-

PD Nim walked over to us, looking tired.

He stopped in front of me. 

"Harley." He tapped his black shoe against the polished floor of the dance room.

"Yes?" 

"We need to talk. Come to my office in one hour, please." 

"Yes Hyung." I told him. He nodded and left. Namjoon strolled over, flopping down on the floor at my feet. 

"What does he need?" He asked, playing with his hair.

I keeled down and ran my finger backwards through his hair so it would stand straight up. It's silky softness entranced my pale fingers

"I don't know. I've been practicing all week, no stopping, maybe he wants me to work on recording and stuff like that. Do you have any meetings today?" 

"No. I finished my last meeting of the month yesterday." 

"Great. We have a photo shoot at 9:00 P.M. tonight so be ready." 

He nodded and jumped up.

"Kay, from the top!" The choreographer yelled. 

An hour later I strolled into PD Nim's office and sat down.

"You have to go to school." He said.

"Ok." I agreed. He looked surprised but dismissed me. Kookie was outside, waiting for me.

"What did he need?" He asked. I started walking down the hall.

"Oh, just told me I needed to go to school." I turned down the hall.

"Oh. Well, all the others are at the dorms, let's go."

"Yeah, let's. I miss my boys already." I laughed.