naked || woosan

06

-ˏˋ are all of mingi's friends hot ˊˎ

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wooyoung stared directly at his screen.

please?

the screen was remained dark.

come on.

nothing happened.

just one notification?

his phone suddenly chimed and the screen illuminated with a message. wooyoung jumped up to his feet.

**bts jimin is now live**

"ugh." just a v live notification. wooyoung flopped down onto his mattress in defeat. the entire weekend he had watched his phone like a hawk. he couldn't concentrate on anything – especially the half-finished painting of the man who constantly flooded his thoughts.

why won't he text me?

every hour was more painful, as he filled with millions of questions. did he lose my number? did his phone break? should i text him? did i do something wrong when we were together? does he hate me?

wooyoung knew he was obsessing but he couldn't help it. his emotions – especially crushes – always hit him like semi-trucks. mingi was right about one thing – he was a romantic. though sometimes it would be easier if he wasn't.

when his roommate came in later that afternoon, wooyoung was acting dramatic and lying face first on the floor.

"hey there."

"nuhg-" wooyoung mumbled incoherently into their carpet.

"alrighty cool," the man replied. he lay down on the floor next to his roommate. "what are we doing down here?"

"i'm sad."

"does being on the floor make you less sad?"

wooyoung flipped over onto his back and thought about it for a second. "yeah, kinda."

"hmm, interesting," he replied. "i was just coming back to change. my friend seonghwa's having a house party tonight, but i can stay home if you want to chat."

wooyoung shook his head no but an idea popped into his head. house party. for once, he liked the sound of that. usually the prospect of drinking cheap beer and interacting with strangers was incredibly daunting – but right now it might be that exact thing he needed.

if there's one way i can forget about san, it's by getting absolutely sloshed and finding someone new to sleep with.

wooyoung decided that this was a very reasonable plan.

he turned to his best friend. "can i go as well?"

mingi stared at him as though he had grown a third ear. "uh- don't you hate parties? i distinctly remember you saying that you would rather shave your eyebrows off than ever go to one."

wooyoung shrugged innocently. "i thought maybe i could give it a try. you know, socializing and making friends and stuff. that whole university experience thingy."

"huh well if you're sure..." mingi seemed a little uncertain, a worried confusion passing over his face.

"great!" wooyoung ignored his uncertainty and jumped up from the floor. finally he had a reason to wear that crop top he had impulse bought last year.

it was going to be a great night, he told himself.

-

mingi and wooyoung could hear the bass booming even from a block away from the party. mingi had decided not to drink so that he made sure his roommate had a safe ride home at the end of the night.