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"you know sometimes i really fight the urge to beat the shit out of you." this was not the first thing subin expected to hear when entering the large kitchen full of people to retrieve her first drink of the night. of course it was the huang twins, there was never a time when one of them wasn't angry at the other.
"ah clove, nice to see you could make it," someone from behind her voiced as she plucked a red solo cup from its stack, pulling an exaggerated groan from the girl. "what's wrong? not excited to see me?" jaemin pouted teasingly, tilting his head so they could meet eyes.
"your presence makes me want to stab myself fatally," she hummed, grabbing the nearest bottle of alcohol and pouring as much as she could into the cup. she only spared him one glance before placing her attention back on her cup, lifting it to her lips. "nice hair. glad to see you're not trying to kill it anymore." jaemin only rolled his eyes, smiling at the girls demeanor.
the two of them had a... love hate relationship. they weren't exactly close, but when jaemin wasn't out being a rockstar he was in their apartment raiding their pantry for food when he thought no one was home so she had to have some sort of relationship with the man who refused to stop eating all of her buldak noodles.
"you know your boyfriend is here." he smirked, looking out into the crowd of people. subin pulled her cup away from her lips with a grimace, the taste of pink whitney something she would never get used to.
"not my boyfriend but i am well aware of his presence," she pursed her lips, letting her eyes roam around the house. there were far too many people her for her to deem trying to find a familiar face worth it. "jesus how many people did yang invite?" she whistled, bringing her cup back up to her mouth.
"yangyang was stupid enough to make it open invite. you would think he'd have half the brain to at least get security or something." osaki shotaro, an otter faced boy who was close to the dream members, shouted irritatedly as he made an effort to pull his tall friend out of the crowd of squealing girls that passed them.
"why the hell would you bring this poor soul to a yangyang party!" subin gasped in shock, pulling a flustered looking anton to her side, making an effort to make sure that he was okay and not too overwhelmed. he and shotaro were close with her younger brother, sohee, so it was her elder sisterly duty to take care of the boy.
"it wasn't me! somehow jeno got him to agree to come but he's nowhere to be found!" shotaro exclaimed almost immediately, slouching against the crowded kitchen island. the younger girl clicked her tongue as she shook her head, hands on her hip.
"well this jeno guy seems like a dick if hes inviting my poor baby to a party like this and is nowhere to be seen." she concluded loudly, earning an alarmed look from shotaro who whipped his head around to see if the said male was anywhere near.
"he'll be alright, clove. don't go all mama bear on him," jaemin chuckled, patting the boys arm to somewhat try and comfort him. "and also ouch, you still don't know my members?" he clutched his chest with a mock look of pain on his face, frowning.
