kpop imagines • gxg

quiet ; j.dh

jang dahye; heize

wc - 1.9k

requested - ...nope

warnings - drugs, alcohol, ; ) but more like ; |

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Loud. Like, knocking at the door of your eardrums loud.

You were being pushed by your shoulders through a party crowd filled with horny people and high couch-hoppers. To say it isn't exactly what you had in mind for a college party was a lie. You had an idea, but this was... different. 

People making out in every corner of a frat house, sticky drinks being tossed around like baseballs, and an odd smell which your friend (who dragged you by the collar here) said was what livened the party.

Taemin was a senior at your university and also your cousin which messed with your head. He was "w o w" while you thought of yourself as "meh", but the stares of men AND women spoke otherwise. It made you feel creeped out like spiders crawling up your skin. You thought they were going to jump you at any moment, but Taemin was your protector. 

He stopped a guy from slipping his tongue down your throat when you thought he just wanted a nice conversation. Almost punched a girl for sliding her hand down your thigh while you were grabbing a drink. But most importantly, threw a brownie out a window that you thought was normal. It hit someone in the back of the head, causing them to cascade into the pool with a series of whoops from the crowd. He suggested to you not to know what was inside.

But now he was gone, taken by the wind (the wave of people) and drinking the devil's spit (straight vodka) and you were left to your witt and a mix of whiskey and soda, pillared with ice. You weren't much of a drinker for your incredibly low tolerance and lack of socialism, but you got through just fine.

Taemin has been officially replaced, or at least you thought in your drunken state. Your new best friend gave you half of his brownie which tasted odd and gave you new drinks. He was the one attending the counter where the spirits were served, talking your ear off whilst giving out red solo cups of who knows what. 

Unbeknownst to you, a girl was keeping her eye on you, sipping slowly from her drink. A smug smile stretched across her face as you were left alone by your friend. She blended with the crowd well, just waiting for the opportunity, and when it came her eye lit up.

Taking the chair beside you, she watched you chug down your cup and the boy attending you cheer. You almost spit it out though seeing the beauty beside you. "Oh hi there- you're pretty."

The girl chuckled lowly at your slurred compliment. "Thank you, I get that a lot."

"Oh shit, you're beautiful?" She cocked her head at you, an amused but confused face playing on her face.

"I got it, you're perfect!" Finally letting a beautiful smile breakthrough, she let her laugh drift from your obvious drunken flirting. "I haven't gotten that one before."

"That's good, I will be the first and last one to say it." Her heart fluttered just a little bit.

"How do I know you telling the truth?"

"Cutie, I only relay facts to you." You raised your hand as honesty and winked at her, but it turned into a blink. This was your drunk habit. Becoming overly confident, but being unable to filter any words that come out of your mouth. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy it though.

"My name is Dahye, nice to meet you. What's yours?" She brought your raised hand down to turn it into a handshake. Dahye didn't usually do this, the whole introduction thing before her 'mission', but you seemed worthy.