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If you asked Hyunjin why he accepted to go to the Han Jisung’s frat party, Hyunjin wouldn’t be able to tell you why he accepted the invitation. Maybe it was the free booze motivating him, the safety net of his best friend Felix accompanying him or even the prospect of getting railed, having been eyeing a few people on campus up- he wasn’t quite sure which he was more into.
Jisung’s crew of two other frat boys, Chan and Changbin, seem to host a lot of parties with their fraternity, almost like they need to be social butterflies. Hyunjin is often not one to pass up the intention of getting wasted after the shitty dance practices and the weighing dance final on his brain, especially when his best friend has been making bedroom eyes whenever Chan even breathes in Felix’s general direction.
The four of them were roommates sure, as freshman Hyunjin wasn’t the brightest but hell sharing an apartment with three other guys Hyunjin could easily afford the rent when it’s split 4 ways, but Hyunjin is that of a sensitive artistic soul. Being placed in an environment with three frat boy music majors who only consume protein shakes is a little daunting, but Hyunjin makes it work and has learned to manage the three. When Jisung mentions flippantly that the fraternity is hosting a party, one that is going to be quoting Jisung’s words himself “an absolute banger of a time”, and asks if Hyunjin will be in attendance- Hyunjin says sure.
Now, here he is at this dreadfully loud party with Felix nowhere in sight. Standing at the edge of the party sipping on an awful concoction of tequila and rum with a bit of fruit punch. Wandering caramel eyes skirt past the top of the crowd’s head, all watching and chanting “chug, chug, chug!” as one of the older fraternity members attempts to shotgun multiple beer cans at once. Hyunjin will never quite understand fraternity boys, even trying to understand the three he lives with causes the blonde’s newly dyed head to spin. During his sweep, watchful eyes catch a few of his friends, some of his classmates and seniors, but Hyunjin isn’t quite for mingling tonight- which throws the last option of why he accepted Jisung’s invitation out the window if he wasn’t going to chat up with a random stranger to take home. Hyunjin is gorgeous, his friends are always complaining about his natural beauty and how he should “save the beauty for the rest of them” which always makes his lips curl in a shy smile due to the praise, which does not make him unable to land very often. ‘Must just be in it for the booze tonight..’ Hyunjin thinks quietly, settling his gaze on a few of the dance majors he knows from passing having fun dancing in the middle of the big living room.
Now, the story slips and slides for Hyunjin. He vaguely remembers his friend Felix swinging by the edge of the crowd, grabbing the older of the two’s hands with excitement. “C’mon Hyun! Let’s do some shots after that awful exam!” Now, who was Hyunjin to tell Felix, lovely sunshine culinary arts and dance student, no? Especially when shots are involved and Hyunjin’s dying to forget how awful his marks were on their last performance, glowering when the ace of the department got all perfect marks for his performance. The recollection of approaching the table and Jisung coyly smiling at him as he starts to pour the shot glass with his legs swinging gleefully against the bar stool, sliding the glass to the blonde with a cheeky, “You won’t even do three, you’re an awful lightweight Hyunnie.” Hyunjin’s blood boils, he’s always competitive when it comes to Jisung and this was a pointed challenge that Hyunjin was definitely going to win- and regret tomorrow.
The first shot burns, vodka straight has never been Hyunjin’s favorite alcoholic beverage and it’s almost like Jisung wants Hyunjin to tap out immediately, smug grin and eyes crinkling into crescents as the younger laughs giddily at Hyunjin’s disgusted expression. The taller of the two has never been the one to back down from a fight even if it was one he will wholeheartedly regret when the extreme hangover looms over him for the next few days. So, what does the irrational Hyunjin say? “Shut up Ji, just pour me another shot.” Rational Hyunjin be damned, Jisung would never let him live it down if he tapped out not even two shots in, so Hyunjin keeps throwing his head back and gulping the burning liquid down his throat. Hitting his fourth shot does Jisung whistle appreciatively, “Whew I didn’t think you’d make three and here you are, good on you Hyun.”
Now, does Hyunjin stop at four? No. Extremely tipsy, the fruit punch and tequila rum combination not at all helping, with an incoming wave of giggles as his fingers clutch the table and his body starts to wobble. Fingers grab hold of the fifth shot, tilting his head to let the liquid burn his throat, already feeling way too hot in the loose cardigan as he settles the glass back down against the granite countertop that feels so cool in comparison to his body heat.
Flushed face as he stumbles slightly, Felix having to steady him so that he doesn’t eat shit and collapse face first into the carpet. “Mm’fine..” comes the soft mutter, half slurred due to the condition Hyunjin put himself in to which Felix giggles, slightly buzzed himself but not to the degree of Hyunjin. Jisung laughs, tapping the empty glass against the countertop, “I know I challenged you, but hey! I’m cutting you off now dude, no more, I’m not listening to you whimper in the morning about an even worse headache.”
Jisung’s eyes drift off from the pair in front of him, plastering on a grin and waving to other party goers passing by. Seeing one peculiar guest catch his attention but he brushes it off, knowing he’ll never score that , especially with his reputation- but hey a guy can dream. It, however, does not stop him from biting his lip- the signature fuckboy lip bite Jisung has happened to infect all of his friends with. Blinking, hearing a slight groan from Hyunjin, he turns to Felix quickly and points at Hyunjin like he contracted the plague, “Hey Lixie, can you take Hyun to the bathroom, he looks… like he’s gonna barf.” When Felix looks up at Hyunjin, he looks like a bus had crashed into him, grabbing the taller’s elbow before steering the two towards the bathroom as Jisung laughs to himself.
Hyunjin feet trip up as he follows after Felix, the uncomfortable feeling crawling up his throat and he knows he fucked up tonight and tomorrow he will be feeling this. How he found himself in this situation- throwing up into a toilet as someone, he presumes Felix, is holding his long blonde strands of hair back- he can't quite recall. Hyunjin remembers stumbling into the bathroom, almost immediately making a bee line for the porcelain toilet to settle against and get rid of the alcoholic contents settling uneasy in his stomach, then the next thing he remembers is a gentle touch against his back and a soothing hum.
Panting, forehead resting against the cool wall next to the toilet with his eyes closed, he feels the hands holding his hair retract only for them to gently nudge him a second later with a paper towel. Bleary eyes blink at the white sheet of paper in the hands of Fel- Oh god. That's not Felix. Blinking rapidly, feeling his cheeks burn an even deeper red than the light flush from the alcohol, does Hyunjin groan inwardly at his shitty luck. Lee Minho, the ace of the dance department, in front of him holding a paper towel with a sympathetic smile.
Now, Lee Minho. How should Hyunjin describe him? Infuriating comes to mind almost immediately, always scoring perfect marks on performances and never once has he dropped from the highest grade. Gorgeous, another good example, Lee Minho was gorgeous and everyone on campus knew that. Minho mostly keeps to himself and has few friends that he interacts with and rumor has it that he lives in the dance studio on campus- but Hyunjin isn’t naive . Minho seems to politely decline invitations to parties or gatherings, so seeing him here was like seeing a ghost. Minho should’ve been laughing at him or at least a bit weirded out that this random guy waltzed into the bathroom as he was washing his hands and started heaving once settled near the toilet. However, Minho still keeps a sympathetic smile on his lips and nudges the paper towel into Hyunjin’s hand, “Are you.. all right?”
Hyunjin wishes the ground would swallow him whole, embarrassment creeps through his veins like a poison as he averts his gaze from that of his senior. Gently pressing the paper towel against his mouth, wiping away the unattractive spit that clings to his lips, does he find the courage to say anything to the other albeit slurred, “Mm’fine, tired...” If Hyunjin wasn’t in the company of the older male, Hyunjin may have curled up next to the toilet and passed out for a few hours until Jisung inevitably came to find him to drag him home. Eyelids flutter open and shut, trying to stay awake as Hyunjin vaguely recalls Minho saying something to him about home and friends.