Oneshots|YEONBIN

Unforgettable

Soobin chugged his drink down, feeling and tasting the sweet, sour and bitter taste of beer in his mouth. The beer burned his throat but he still held his empty cup high, earning cheers from the loud crowd.

"You hold in your alcohol well, bud." Jake grinned, swinging his arm over Soobin's shoulder, holding a can of beer in the other hand.

Soobin roughly rubbed the back of his palm across his lips, attempting to wipe away any excess beer. He was trying to hold on to his tough act, but, to be honest, he was starting to feel dizzy.

"I-I'm gonna head inside." Soobin stumbled out of Jake's grip, making his way to the colourful lit up house before Jake could say anything. Though, he was pretty sure he heard an 'Alright, mate!' He was already out of it, pushing himself up against walls, doors, windows, people, tables. He was blinded by the party lights, flickering and glaring into his eyes.

Soobin squinted his eyes, trying to stop the blur entering his eyes until he finally saw light. Just plain light. No colour. No movement. He held his breath as he reached closer, seeing someone, standing there under the kitchen lights; looking like dynamite.

Pink hair reached his collar, bangs parts and dashing monolid fox eyes peering through. His heart leapt at the sight of those plump healthy cherry lips and exposed milky skin. The cropped pink sweater he wore matched his hair wonderfully, the jeans hugging his slim and small waist perfectly. He could see the every little detail. Including the highlights of blonde and blue in his hair.

Before he knew it, he was already making his way over to the pinkette.

"Hi."

He was breathless, breath taken away by the pink head who effortlessly did nothing.

"Hi?" He responded, his voice soft mellow, free from rasp and harshness and beautifully euphonious; pleasing to the ear. The pinkette lowered the solo red cup from his lips, holding it as he rested his forearm on the kitchen counter beside him, "What's your name?"

"Uh—Soobin. And you are?" Soobin collected himself, releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Unforgettable." The pinkette winked before giggling at his own little flirtatious pick up line. But Soobin was too lost in his smile, dumbly nodding his head with a goofy grin.

"That's true. I think after tonight, I won't be able to forget you." Soobin stepped forward, a hand brushing the stray strands of pink hair away from the dazzling eyes. "I must be really drunk or drugged—because there seems to be stars in your eyes."

The pinkette's smile dropped instantly before his eyes turned into crescents, a loud laugh escaping past his plump lips. "Maybe you are drunk. Soobinie."

Oh—God. That nickname would've brought Soobin to his knees if he wasn't leaning against the kitchen counter.

"I don't wanna be here." The pink head mumbled to himself before realising Soobin heard him, "Please don't tell anyone! Especially the hosts..." He pleaded with puppy eyes, weakening Soobin even more in the knees.

"No—no! I won't." Soobin reassured him by placing his hand on top of the smaller male's, grinning at how big his was compared to the latter's. "God...you're too adorable for me." Soobin accidentally thought out loud.

"What?"

"Oh—uhm—no! No! Goodnight!" He tried walking away but the bright glare of the colourful lights in the next room, halted him in his tracks, allowing the pinkette to catch up.

"Soobin! You think I'm adorable?!" Yeonjun yelled to him, not realising the music wasn't that loud.

Soobin sighed, giving up his mission to run away. "Yeah...You are." He played with his black coat, suddenly uncomfortable with the wide smile carving into the pinkette's face.