Mixed Up | Yeonbin

3. party

A week had gone by, and the boys were finally settling into the rhythm of university life.

Days were filled with classes and extracurriculars, the constant flow of campus life buzzing around them.

Evenings were spent in a more subdued way—cleaning, doing assignments, and sometimes just lying around the dorm, trying to remember when they last got a good night's sleep.

And then, there were the nights.

Nights meant parties. And there were a lot of them.

Yeonjun, ever the social butterfly, seemed to thrive in this environment. Every evening he'd come back to the dorm with new stories, new names, and sometimes new friends in tow.

Soobin, on the other hand, was still getting used to this new social landscape. He wasn't shy, per se, but the sheer openness of everything was... different.

One night, after yet another party invite from Yeonjun, Soobin hesitated in the doorway of their dorm room.

"You sure you're up for this?" Yeonjun asked, raising an eyebrow as he pulled on his shoes.

"Yeah, it's just... all these parties. Back home, things weren't like this," Soobin admitted, his fingers brushing against the fabric of his neatly pressed shirt.

"Really?" Yeonjun asked, one brow raised in question. "No parties? No sneaking out?"

Soobin shook his head, his eyes were innocently etched on to the pink-haired boy.

"Well, welcome to the wild side," Yeonjun chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "But you know, you don't have to go if you don't want to. No pressure."

Soobin thought about it. There was something liberating about this new world he was in, a place where he could be whoever he wanted.

But there was also a part of him that felt like he was... braking some unwritten rules.

"I think I'll come," Soobin finally said, surprising himself. "I just need to figure out how to... fit in."

Yeonjun grinned. "You're doing fine, Soobinie. And by the way," he added, looking at Soobin's shirt. "That blue looks really good on you."

Soobinie? That's new.

Soobin's heart skipped a beat. He wasn't sure if it was the compliment or the way Yeonjun said it, but something about it made his cheeks warm.

"Thanks," Soobin mumbled, feeling a little more confident.

"Let's go, then," Yeonjun said, slinging an arm over Soobin's shoulders as they headed out.

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a.n.

A short filler.

I used to force myself to at least write at least/more than 500words, but... I think I'm just gonna go with the flow on this one.

Whatever I feel like, you know?