𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

06 | half-smoked cigarette

Don't need a relationship
I'll never soften my grip
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

This shouldn't be a surprise when I tell you this, Chan has been a frat boy since freshman year of college. I say it's no surprise because he exudes all of that frat boy energy and it would be more surprising if he wasn't.

Chan was the reason I met Hyunjin in the first place, at one of the parties his frat house was throwing. I could put all the blame on him but what point would that make?

In basic Georgia fashion, she bursts into my room after classes—knowing I didn't work and with a large smile on her face—more like a knowing begging smile as she sat on the edge of my bed. She didn't even have to say a word before I said "A frat party?" which she returned with a simple nod.

I contemplated for a moment, her brown eyes bore into mine, basically telling me please go with her. I knew even if I did agree to go with her, she wouldn't stick by my side the whole night. I get it, she wanted to be with her boyfriend and so I never get upset about it but that leaves me alone. I was always alone at those things, before Hyunjin and now after him.

Still, I agreed but mostly because there was free booze—only a few months until I'm twenty one, until then I will be taking advantage of the free alcohol. Thanks Chan.

I was right. Georgia left the second her eyes set on her boyfriend. Beforehand I didn't make her promise to stay by my side because I felt it was of no use. Instead, I slowly sipped on my drink in the corner as I watched everyone socialize with people they will never talk to again after tonight, some of them will even end the night with a one-night stand—congrats to them really...

I however was not going back to the apartment with someone I was badly thinking about how I needed to study for my exam this week and how I'm mostly stuck in this corner to avoid Hyunjin and his clique.

The music pounded in my ears, it wasn't even good music. It was basic radio music that everyone was either forced to know all the lyrics to or just had bad music taste.

I leaned against the counter and put down my cup which was still half full. My eyes roam the dimly lit house from over the island. The living room was crowded and the only source of light was strobe lights that only made the growing pain in my head worse. Thinking about me a year ago, I actually started to enjoy coming to these things—knowing I was going to end the night in Hyunjin's bed or mine... but it was never an emotional thing for me. For me, that was my only way of feeling some sort of connection towards the male. I cared for him, he was my friend—if that, but I never loved him.

"All alone at a party doesn't seem like you" The familiar voice that shouts over the music pulls me from my thoughts suddenly. I turn my head towards the male and he wears his usual cocky smirk. There was a slight slur in his words, meaning he had a few drinks but wasn't to the point where he was stumbling over his words.

I roll my eyes, playfully but I keep a serious face as I respond with "Unlike you and your little friends, I enjoy my own company and I don't need to be around people to feel content"

I don't miss the way he takes a step back at my words. I'm sure if there was an actual light on in this place I would see the color drain from his face because now the smirk was gone and his expression had gone sour. My mocking tone goes over his head as he furrows his brows "You know, you don't always have to choose to be a dick" Minho fumed "Some of us actually like to build relationships"

His words slap me in the face and I tense up. A lump grows in my throat and my eyes burn but I will never give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me break. My eyes harden and walk past him without another word.