❥・ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 ❝𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬❞ ▸ After Wooyoung and San realize their feelings for each other in Insomnia, their lives have changed drastically. From moving into an apartment together to getting new jobs, life seems to be changing for...
There is a lot of drinking/partying (nightclub vibe) through this chapter. Please do not read any further if the topic of relapsing and alcoholism is sensitive to you.
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Flood lights beam down on a darkened bar counter, riddled with empty bottles of soju and shot glasses, music lingering in the atmosphere while dancing bodies stumble next to one another, jumping around to the live DJ that rests behind the safety of a risen booth hidden away in the corner of the modern bar. Wooyoung's eyes scan the environment curiously, somehow unbothered, watching his friend order two drinks from the bartender.
They had been sitting in the nightclub for twenty minutes, acclimating themselves to the fast-paced atmosphere and drinking it all in, wondering why they felt so out of place in a scene they used to thrive in. Wooyoung seems oddly comfortable as he leans into the counter, elbow planted into the surface with his jaw resting in his palm. Yeosang, on the other hand, was an anxious mess.
Wooyoung had spent the past ten minutes convincing Yeosang to order a drink in hopes of settling his nerves before his boss arrived, but Yeosang was adamant on remaining coherent and sober. Somewhere in the lines of 'you need to relax' and 'what happened to drinking for the both of us' does Yeosang find the courage to finally get a bottle of soju, ordering some type of virgin cocktail for Wooyoung to sip on so he didn't feel alone.
Wooyoung taps his fingers along the bartop, listening to the thumping music cloud his mind absently, stuck in a haze of confusion as he waits and waits for whatever mocktail Yeosang had ordered.
"Here," Yeosang mutters, handing off some sort of clear mocktail with a lime on the edge, rim coated in what appeared to be sugar. Wooyoung raises his brow and Yeosang shrugs. "It's what he recommended, I don't know what it is. It's virgin, so drink up. I'm gonna text Soobin."
Wooyoung sighs, grabbing the drink with a curious gaze as he holds the glass to his lips and tilts it, letting the liquid smooth over his tongue. It wasn't awful, but Wooyoung could tell that the absence of alcohol made this drink taste more like soda than anything else.
"He said they're about to walk in." Yeosang shoves his phone into his pocket, moving to look Wooyoung directly in the eyes. "Do I look okay? Are you nervous? Or am I the only one nervous?"
"You look great, Yeosang'ah, and no, you're the only one nervous. Relax." Wooyoung smiles, lowering the drink back to the wooden bar top, watching his friend take a deep breath before turning around, standing on his tip-toes to see the front door. Wooyoung turns around, peering around passing parties of people to try and find Yeosang's coworkers, though he isn't exactly sure who he should be looking out for.
A taller male with short black hair emerges through the front door, trailed by a slightly shorter male with dark brown hair, both wearing black tees and ripped denim jeans, matched with sneakers of some sort. The shorter one wore a blazer, highlighting his broad shoulders as they strolled into the nightclub, clearly looking for Yeosang.
