sola
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"H-hey!" I push hyunjae's arms away. "You're here."
"I came to check up on you." Sunwoo says, his eyes moving to Hyunjae full of judgement.
"Oh! Thanks, you should uh, you should stay," I grasp Sunwoo's forearm.
He's wearing a black sweatshirt over black cargo pants, looking extremely out of place for a party, and slightly suspicious.
"I'm glad you came," Hyunjae says and holds his hand out awkwardly as if asking for a high five or a handshake.
Sunwoo's hands remain in his pockets and he nods instead.
"Is that sprite?" Sunwoo asks.
I hold it out for him and he takes a few large sips.
"Isn't it good?" I ask.
"Yeah. Does it taste less sweet than normal?" He asks.
"Kind of," I say and I look into the cup. Empty.
Sunwoo grins at me.
"Go get your own," I narrow my eyes at him.
"Fine fine," He laughs and takes my cup as well.
We watch him awkwardly navigate his way through the crowd towards the drink table.
I keep any eye on Sunwoo struggling to correctly pour the heavy bottle into a cup. When I look back Hyunjae has his eyes on me.
Everytime his gaze is on me it feels like he might burn a hole through my chest, I can't help but wonder what he's thinking.
hyunjae
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I pretend it doesn't effect me, but all I can focus on tonight is how good Sola looks. Her skin looks soft to the touch, with a few drops of water on her collarbone and her chest from the hot tub. The way the blue reflects on the side of her face where her barely-there dimple is.
It takes all my will power not to tell her she looks good. I cant admit to myself that it feels different when I'm with her. I always end up saying a dumb secret, but she listens.
When Sunwoo comes back we talk for hours, some people even start going to their rooms. By talking I mean Sunwoo and I listen to Sola talk. At school she looks quiet, but when something of her interest comes up, she becomes the more extroverted person ever. I mean to ask her what her mbti is, but I never get the chance because I'm enjoying her talk instead. Her eyes light up and her smile-
No. Hyunjae. No. This bet is bad enough, you don't need this to feel real or it'll hurt more—for her sake.
Just when Sunwoo begins warming up to me a bit, I wonder why, and then I notice his words making less and less sense and his balance getting worse.
"Uh, Sola? What's in that drink?" I ask her.
"This?" She asks. I just spot the pink blush across her cheeks. "Sprite I think?"
"You think?" I ask and I take her cup. I take a small sip, and it's faint, but that's definitely the taste of alcohol.
As soon as I tell them, they both drop their cups.
"What!?" Sunwoo shouts. "Sola you said it was soda!"
"How was I supposed to know you idiot??" She shouts back.
