UP10TION OTP COLLECTION! [DISCONTINUED]

3A | One (drunk) Night

The door suddenly slammed open at exactly 12:31am, letting in two clumsy entrants whose lips were glued together in a hurried kiss. The bright red-headed male closed the door behind him, trying to lock the door with fumbling hands without breaking their intense lip-lock. The girl moaned into the kiss impatiently, signalling the young man to head to a bedroom as soon as possible.

Instead, he put his hands on the girl's tiny waist, letting the both of them move toward the nearest couch, still without letting go off each other's mouths. The makeout turned from hurried to sloppy as both of them fell onto the couch together. The girl underneath groaned in sudden pain, making the man looming over her body stop the kiss abruptly. He looked at her face with pure concern, which was a rare emotion to see on his face these days.

"Hey," he spoke quietly, as if him speaking loudly will hurt the girl beneath her further. "You okay?" Not only did he want to make sure the girl was okay, but he also didn't want to wake up his best friend, who must be sleeping soundly in his bedroom a few metres away. To be completely honest, he didn't really know the girl's name. They met about an hour ago at a pub a few streets away from the young man's shared apartment

"Ye-yeah," the girl said while getting up slightly to stroke her lower back.

"Well I'm not."

The guy and girl snapped their heads toward the direction of the unknown voice. It was unfamiliar to the girl, of course, but the voice was as familiar to the guy as his mother's is. The guy's eyes widened in shock and embarrassment at the calm figure sitting with his right leg on top of the other, a green bottle of beer held between his middle, index and thumb. Even though his face was stony and serious, the eyes that belong to the same face flitted from grim to outright searing pain. He turned his blonde head to assess the obviously unsettled brunette girl, studying her voluptuous figure. His eyebrows raised in a judging matter as his eyes landed on the strong hand clinging onto her thigh tightly. He sipped from the bottle slowly while those same eyes turned to stare endlessly at the embarrassed read-head.

"So, Wooshin tell me," the blonde tilted his head in fake curiosity, "what's this one's name?" He pointed an accusing finger at the sheepish girl.

Wooshin untangled himself (or rather, pushed himself off) from the brunette girl to sit properly so that he could answer to his blonde friend's silently dangerous question. "It's Seo-"

"Minseo? Oh no she was last week's toy right?"

"Uh no it's actually Seo-"

The blonde put up a lazy finger to silence Wooshin, and said, "Wait it can't be Jiwoo right? She has an actual boyfriend now."

"No Sunyoul, it's Seo-"

The blonde-haired placed his chin in between his thumb and index and pretended to think deeply. Wooshin may have observed this pose as adorable, but now was definitely not the time to think that way, especially when his blonde roommate had so much to drink. Wooshin eyed the green bottles on the coffee table in front of the blonde worriedly, because when his best friend has had too much to drink, the consequences are usually disastrous. Also not to forget, this guy never gets mad nor drinks. "Hmm...it can't be Jimin either. You kept talking about how small her butt was throughout the weekend. And this one," the blonde guy, Sunyoul, pointed at the flesh behind the girl shamelessly, "...is big."

At this point, Wooshin started to become impatient. The girl beside him also straightened her back in response, her face showing extreme disgust at Sunyoul. "Actually her name is Seoyeon."

Those beautiful doe-eyes, now rimmed red, snapped back at Wooshin. Those angry red eyes narrowed at his shameless friend, mentally accusing him of his attitude.