Skz & Ateez OneShots

Princess- Woosan‼️

Wooyoung and San get trapped in a closet... drunk (back to the party game phase ahhh)
Wooyoungs POV
Smut
Word Count: 1450

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Yeosang grabbed my hand and dragged me up the walkway to the porch of a huge house. The smell of sweat, alcohol, and drugs filled my senses even outside the house.

"Come on!"

"I hate parties and you know this. You said we were going to Yunho's!" I shouted over the music.

We stood on the porch, Yeosang was smiling.

"I know, Yunho is here with Mingi. They changed plans and I thought we could come! I'm sorry, I just thought it would be fun."

I rolled his eyes, "You aren't a party animal either though. Yunho and Mingi okay, but you? That's why you're my best friend! Because you don't drag me to these things!"

"Well maybe I've changed a bit," Yeosang shrugged.

I raised my eyebrow and sighed, I reluctantly put out my hand and let Yeosang drag me inside. We eventually found Mingi and Yunho outside by the pool, Yunho leaning against his boyfriend. Soon enough we had drinks in their hands.

"Hey guys!" Yunho greeted, happily.

"You got Wooyoung here!" Mingi teased.

"Not voluntarily!" I complained.

The others laughed and I smirked. I tried to pay attention to Yeosang closely, knowing that he gets drunk easily. The couple was in their own world as they got more tipsy, so we started to make our way inside. I wanted to leave, but I knew the others wanted to have fun. I had another drink, and I made it strong. I felt myself start to relax and I watched as Mingi, Yunho, and Yeosang danced to music. Yeosang was talking to a boy, and all of the sudden I realized why he wanted to come.

"Guys spin the bottle come on!" someone called.

Yunho grabbed my shoulder.

"No. I'm not doing this."

"Yes you are, have fun. You're the most boring 18 year old I've ever met," Yunho shook his head.

I sat on the couch next to Yeosang. The boy he was talking to earlier spun the bottle first. As he spun his friends dared him to propose to whoever it landed on. Yeosang's face turned rosy as it landed on him. I smiled as the boy, Jongho, got on one knee and pretended to propose.

"Of course I'll marry you," Yeosang joked.

Jongho got up and laughed, but then sat down on the floor to lean against Yeosang's leg. I raised my eyebrows and Yeosang rolled his eyes.

"You go," Yunho said shoving my shoulder.

"No," I shook my head.

"Oh come on Wooyoung! Have fun for once, let loose," Yeosang begged.

I sighed and spun the bottle, a boy from across the room dared me to do seven minutes in heaven with whoever it landed on. Stupid. Stupid party games. The bottle slowed after what felt like an hour. The boy who had made the suggestion smiled. Choi San. I didn't know much about him, just that he was like a heartthrob. I chugged the rest of my drink, alcohol burning down my throat.

"Come on Princess," San teased.

"Don't call me that."

We walked to a guest room and went into the closet. San's friend Hongjoong (the owner of the house) kept track of time. I leaned against the wall and kept quiet. San wore a white t-shirt, black tie, and black pants. He looked good, I wouldn't deny that, but he looked like a fuckboy. I suddenly felt San grab my waist.