Why me? >Woosan<

5

Saturday came quickly.

Even though Wooyoung was exhausted after a long week of classes, he found himself looking forward to the party.

It had been a while since the four of them had gone out together like this. A real night out. No studying. No deadlines.

Just music, friends, and too much alcohol.

He pulled on tight black jeans and a black-and-grey silk shirt, leaving a few buttons undone. After fixing his hair into a neat middle part, he added his earrings and necklace before stepping back to look at himself in the mirror.

He still looked a little tired.

So he grabbed his eyeliner.

A quick line along his lash line. A soft smoky shadow blended at the corners of his eyes.

Better.

Wooyoung tilted his head slightly, studying his reflection.

Satisfied, he pulled out his phone, snapped a photo, and posted it to Instagram.

A moment later, his phone buzzed.

@m0unta1n liked your post.

Wooyoung's lips curved into a quiet smile.

-

The music was loud enough to hear from halfway down the street.

People crowded the porch, laughter spilling into the night air, most of them already clearly drunk.

Inside the house, the music was even louder.

Bodies packed the living room, people dancing, shouting over the bass, drinks sloshing in plastic cups.

Wooyoung felt the stress of the week slipping off his shoulders almost immediately.

They headed straight for the kitchen.

Shots first.

Then beer.

Then the living room.

Wooyoung loved dancing.

He always had.

He used to train at a dance academy when he was younger, until a knee injury had forced him to stop. But the rhythm had never really left him.

His body still knew what to do.

Wooyoung slipped into the crowd, letting the music take over. Sweat, laughter, flashing lights.

At some point he lost track of Minji, Jun, and Minho.

But that was fine.

They'd find each other eventually.

The music pulsed through his chest as he moved with the crowd, eyes closed for a moment, letting himself get lost in it.

He had needed this more than he realized.

Then his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He stepped to the side of the room and checked the screen.

An Instagram message.

San: Looking good. You having a good time?

Wooyoung felt warmth spread across his face.

Wooyoung: Yeah.

Wooyoung: But I wish you were here.

He stared at the message for a second after sending it.

Had he really just said that?