void / hoonwon [DISCONTINUED]

interest

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sunghoon sat back on the couch that was messily tucked into the corner of the nightclub. a beer in hand, his gaze was focused over the countless number of people having the times of their lives. friday nights. they were always like this, as if made for people to let go of all the stress and tension built up over the weekdays.

it wasn't a surprise that people were all over the place-some throwing up, others grinding against each other. the typical night life.

sunghoon's eyes... they were almost desperate to find something of interest, failing to do so. the same old people, and the same old routine, all repeating themselves as if he was stuck in a never-ending cycle.

his gaze shifted over to the bar counter, unable to fight back a feeling of annoyance. it was him again. any other guy who always sat on the third-most seat to the left, and ordered a tray of shots to wash down his throat.

"are we both looking at the same thing right now?" jake snickered, wrapping his arm around sunghoon's shoulder.

"maybe," sunghoon responded, thrown off by his friend's touchiness, yet at this point, too tired to resist.

"i'm stuck on whether to consider him a mysterious twink, a nerdy brat, or a psychopath," jake commented, his gaze almost stripping down the back of the guy in question.

"all three?" sunghoon raised his eyebrow, leaning back onto his seat, internally hoping the taste of beer could wash down the bitterness in his mind.

"bro, i ain't fucking a psychopath!" jake furrowed his eyebrows, a part of him well aware he said it first. "you know what, fuck it, im approaching him."

sunghoon simply watched his friend walk over to the bar counter, setting his own empty beer glass down. the way he immediately poured himself another, and shifted his attention to calming his nerves down, simply asserted the fact that he had no interest in jake nor the man he was supposedly hitting on.

things just got bad for him once he noticed how jake helped the man up, before leading him to where sunghoon sat. sunghoon immediately shot a glare at his friend. one that said 'what the fuck are you doing?'

jake helped him sit in a subtle distance. "he thinks we're trying to be his friends. act normal." jake whispered to sunghoon, until eventually taking a seat beside the guy.

sunghoon couldn't help but ponder over the new addition. was this guy just that naïve?

however, sunghoon's gaze lingered over him for a little too long, finding his own tongue poking out to slide across and moisten his bottom lip. his eyelids felt heavy, but that didn't surprise him. that was the typical guy almost anyone would lust for. even the way his half-zipped jacket over his tank top slid off one shoulder, leaving it bare. it could make one shiver.

"well, i found you really interesting. what's your name?" jake tilted his head to the side. the guy took a moment to respond. "jungwon."

"that's a pretty name. it suits you..." jake smiled, leaning in.

sunghoon couldn't help but scrunch up his nose in disgust, watching his friend's hand slide over this so-called jungwon guy's thigh, having already predicted his next move.

"thanks," jungwon spoke quietly, his gaze fixed onto the guy leaning into him, before eventually finding both their lips to collide.

sunghoon immediately looked away, disgusted by the shamelessly loud smooches coming from the other side. his ears might as well have started bleeding. he picked up the beer bottle, only to find it to be empty. at this point, he just needed fresh air.

he got up from his seat, walking out the backdoor. it was unsurprisingly windy, and the street ahead was deserted as usual - a stark contrast from whatever went on inside the four walls of the club.

he leaned against the wall, flicking the lighter to the tip of the cigarette butt, until its ember glowed, as if asking him to take a drag. he did so, puffing out the smoke. he barely kept track of the numbers, using the burning ember to light up the next.

throwing the last one to the ground and trampling over it, he sighed deeply, feeling the taste of nicotine between his teeth.

he got back inside the club, his eyes roaming over to the same couch jungwon and jake were making out on, only to find it to be vacant.

ofcourse, they were gone.

jake always got what he wanted, which in this case, was a night with that cryptic.

sunghoon?

he didn't even know what he wanted.

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