Don't you just love it when decisions can lead to being brutally murdered, all because of that one stupid suggestion?

That's what Ji Won was thinking of so strongly, as he stayed, laid on the forest floor, getting his eyes used to the dark. Unfortunately, Jung hadn't taken medical science, so he didn't really know how to deal with his situation. Quite suddenly, his eyeballs were assaulted by a bright light, probably a phone light. Which made him feel even worse, as he could've gotten people's attention by flashing his phone light, but he was probably too intoxicated to even think or have the will to do that. The only person who would be sober enough to think of that would be...

"Ji Won? It looks like I've finally found you."

Jung tried to make sense of what was happening because the phone light was still near his face. Unfortunately for him, Do Yoon quite liked this turn of events, although he was slightly startled to see Jung getting down and dirty.

“Purk…?”

Even though Ji Won could recognise that cold tone anywhere, his senses where being flooded with too many things at once to comprehend what was happening. Paired along with the pain he was in, wasn’t helping his situation in the slightest.

“What are you doing down there?”

“Um… I trapped… an’… um…”

“And, what?”

“Help meh- ugh…Paaarrkk,”

Although that’s what came out of Jung’s mouth, instead of the intended “help me up”, it basically turns out that he is a sloppy drunk, that happens to need constant assistance from other people, vomiting or otherwise. Wanting to protect his dignity (or what’s left of it at this point), he tried not to cry. However, his sudden movement to look properly at Park, caused his foot to jerk slightly reminding Ji Won that he had twisted his right ankle.

“Ow…”

It’s not much to say at this point that Do Yoon was slightly provoked from seeing the usually proud Jung weak on his knees, metaphorically of course, well at least in this situation. Normally, when they get in this type of predicament Jung is too busy vomiting out his guts to do anything with Park until he had sobered out a tad, but now… he was fine… well at least as fine as he could be while intoxicated as he was. Park desperately wanted to do something… questionable to Ji Won but didn’t exactly want to get his clothes dirty. It would be too much of a hassle. The prime time to do anything with Jung was when he wouldn’t be able to remember anything in the morning, but it had gone a little too far past that now, besides Jung was still awake so he’ll end up remembering this somehow.

“What happened to calling me Do Yoon, hmm?”

Park bent down, next to the fallen, as he stroked Jung’s hair out of his sweat-ridden face. He wanted to exploit this precious time to bend Ji Won to his will, but he would much prefer a more comfortable circumstance than… this.

“Hwlp me oop, pwease,”

It was slightly annoying that Ji Won constantly slurred his words while he spoke, but the alcohol was still making its way around his system, so until Jung sobered up that was Park was left with… a sweaty slobbering lump.

“And why should I do that?”

“Becoose, yur me bes’ fren,”

Hearing Jung call him his ‘best friend’ made Park irritated, knowing his efforts weren’t getting him anywhere if he continued to make his move while Jung was intoxicated. But this situation gave Do Yoon a perfect opportunity, he had noticed that Ji Won had started to avoid him, and he was still slightly bitter from when Jung had lied straight to his face. Of course, the lie did make sense to uncultured ears, but as a seasoned liar, Do Yoon could tell that lie was only an excuse to avoid him.

And it made him angry.