cigarettes || woosan

fourteen

heey yall new chapter wtf this is weird me updating two days in row D: 

"go to the rooftop and search for choi san, he'll drive you home." said jackson, while getting up.

"oh okay..i'll get going then. thank you jackson." i said. 

that's super kind of jackson, he got me a ride home but..a complete stranger will drive me home? is this alright..? i mean i can definitely get an uber and just go home, right?

no wooyoung, you can't get back now. that would be so rude and impolite.

just go and search for that guy would ya?

as i went up the stairs my level of anxiety grew drastically, so i decided to take a few shots that were basically displayed everywhere around the house.

a few shots slid down my throat, leaving a burning sensation and a bitter taste. but what comes with that is coming kinda handy right now, confidence.

as alcohol slowly started impacting my system, the anxiety level lowered. perfect! being a little tipsy(and well, confident) won't hurt anyone.

'wooyoung, calm down. just remember, choi san choi san choi san....

and here i am, the rooftop of jackson's crib. there are much more people than i thought there would be. now, how do i find the person that i'm looking for?

"i am looking for someone called choi san." i said loudly while biting my bottom lip, obviously nervous.

"and that would be me." 

a boy with a cigarette raised his hand without even turning around. it was quite dark there, so i couldn't really see his face. but i saw his dark hair with apparently some red streaks, it looked cool.

i approached him slowly, still pretty nervous cause he sounded sassy, and here i am supposed to ask him to drive me home.

he was holding a half burned cigarette in his hand, still looking away so i was not able to see his face.

"hello, my name is wooyoung and..how do i say this a.ha-ha. well, jackson told me to look for you cause he told me that you'll give me a ride home. i k-know that sounds so weird, but my best friend who was also my ride left w-without telling me so i asked jackson but he t-told me that yo-

suddenly san stood up and threw his cigarette on the ground, stepping on it.

"let's go, i'm driving you home." said san, finally turning his head around, looking me straight in the eyes and oh boy..

his eyes look so sharp and cat-alike. his whole face looks like he's a model. wait, what if he is one? no way, jackson is really making a model give me a drive?

this is gonna be interesting.

*btw don't forget this whole scene happened a month and a half ago

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a/n: 

'this chapter is quite short but hello 2nd day of me updating i feel like this never happened before

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