seventeen oneshots

the innocent ones (verkwan)

LINK:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11792319

Summary:

Seungkwan strolled into a club one night, not thinking about too much. So when he sees his ex (well, sort of) with some other girl, he certainly doesn't expect to go home with him. Except that's exactly what happens.

(or the aesthetic club AU where hansol is much sweeter than he appears, seungkwan can down a drink faster than the average man, and they both share a group of stupid but loveable friends)

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I feel so disgusting. I'm drunk, walking towards a club that I used to frequent a couple years back, all by myself. I'm not even sure how I've made it this far to be quite honest, considering how fucked up on alcohol I already am. At least I have enough conscious thought to realise that this isn't a great idea. Yet I'm almost there. I crane my head up and spot the radiant, pink glowing neon sign of the club, and my brows automatically knit together. I quickly glance away due to the intensity of the light and rub my eyes blearily. The smell of pot mixed with fruity alcoholic drinks fills my nose and I inhale deeply, approaching the doors and stepping inside. Luckily it's not too crowded, just a few people getting high and sipping lazily on their drinks. Darting my eyes around the place, I realise it really hasn't changed much.

It still has that same aesthetic interior that I used to adore, pink neon signs lighting up most of the room as the only light source and large potted plants scattered decoratively across the floor. Most of the furniture is black, with accents of a deep velvety purple colour and everything feels soft to the touch. I sigh happily at the familiar surroundings and sit down on one of the many empty barstools.

I pull out my phone and turn the brightness all the way down before anything else. Seeing I have a message from Mingyu, I open it and scoff at the content.

mingyu: dude you've been gone for a while, come home soon okay? everyone's worried.

sent: 11:50pm

I send him a quick text back, telling him that I'm fine and I'll be home eventually, then slip the phone back into my jeans pocket.

The bartender waits expectantly for me to order a drink, so I say, "I'll be right back" then slide off the stool and drag my legs towards the bathroom.

Opening the door uses all my strength and I stumble in, catching myself on the sink. I pick myself up then lean over the counter, staring right at myself with my eyes half open. I'm wearing a black and white bomber jacket with embroidered roses and a white tee underneath, black skinny jeans and white shoes with similar roses on the sides. It's my favourite outfit so it's a shame I have to waste it on such a depressing night.

I jump as a toilet stall door opens behind me. Looking in the reflection I see two girls both leaving the same stall, wrapped around each other. It suddenly comes to my attention that the club isn't exactly the same as I remembered it and the guys toilets are actually on the opposite side of the club, where the girls toilets once were. Too high/drunk to care, the pair just give me confused looks and stagger out of the bathroom together.

I turn back to my reflection and ruffle my bleached hair a bit, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity to not even check the sign on the toilet door. I apply lip gloss and suddenly feel a bit more human, just from the shine on my lips. I wet my hands and comb my hair through to tidy it up a bit, then try giving myself a weak smile, before heading back out.