Yunho sank into the soft cushions of the couch, the soft, golden light from the lamp in the corner casting a faint glow on his face. His gaze shifted lazily to Seonghwa, sitting so close beside him that their legs almost brushed. The air was thick and hazy, the scent of weed mingling with the sweet tang of alcohol lingering on his breath. The world around them seemed to blur, not in an overwhelming way, but in that gentle haze that made everything feel lighter, freer.
Seonghwa's head lolled back slightly, his eyes half-lidded, and Wooyoung stretched out beside them, one arm thrown casually over the back of the couch. The faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen hummed like a distant lullaby, and the soft murmur of the television was the only other sound punctuating the silence.
Yunho leaned back, letting his head rest against the cushion, a lazy grin spreading across his face. His eyes glimmered with the kind of warmth that only came from nights like this, where time seemed to melt away. "I can't remember the last time we had this much fun," he mused, the edges of his voice soft and thick, as if wrapped in the glow of nostalgia. His words hung in the air, a reflection of the quiet joy that seemed to fill the room.
Seonghwa blinked slowly, his eyes unfocused as he swayed slightly in his seat, the faint scent of alcohol on his breath. He fumbled with a crumpled bag of Skittles, finally fishing one out with clumsy fingers.
"What? Hang out?" he mumbled, his words thick and slurred as he tossed the candy into his mouth, chewing lazily.
Next to him, Yunho leaned back, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. The bottle of soju in front of him was nearly empty, his glass now drained. He set it down with a soft clink, a warm, easy feeling settling over him.
"Yeah," Yunho replied, his voice steady but laced with nostalgia. "Feels like old times, you know?" He glanced over at Seonghwa, memories of simpler days flashing between them, back when everything felt a little less complicated.
"Yeah, it really does," Seonghwa murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He pulled the plush blanket closer around him, burrowing into its warmth, as if the weight of it could anchor him in this moment. His eyes gleamed with a familiar glint, the kind that only surfaced when lost in nostalgia.
"Remember that time we got so drunk, we all ended up skinny dipping in the private pool in your neighborhood?" he said, his words drifting through the air like a secret. The memory made the corners of Yunho's mouth twitch, and soon he let out a deep, rich laugh that filled the room.
