Red Solo Cup | k.sk + k.nj

Prologue

"Come on Seokjin hyung, we're gonna be late!"

Sighing, I shook my head as I ran a hand through my hair before taking one last look in the mirror, a small smile making its way on my lips as I deemed my outfit of the night just right. Clicking my tongue, I moved to grab my phone off the charger and made my way down stairs.

This has to be the most reckless decision I've ever made. And I didn't even have a say in it, so this probably doesn't even count as my decision. Well, I'm still going through with it. Ugh, whatever.

Mumbling under my breath, I looked over at Hoseok as he stood by the doorway putting his shoes on, tight leather pants and a black dress shirt that practically clung to his figure adorning my sight.

Grabbing my keys off the coffee table, I made my way over to where Hoseok stood and slipped my shoes on, hand planted on the wall to keep me balanced. I never untie my shoes; I always just slip them on or off. Its a whole lot easier that way.

Standing straight and twisting my back till I heard a 'pop', a soft sigh of relief left my lips before I felt a tap on my shoulder. Looking behind me to a quite annoyed looking Hoseok, I scoffed and turned towards the closet, it has no door, that was just by the door and grabbed my jacket. He can wait.

Taking my sweet, sweet time to put my arms through the holes of the jacket, I smirked as I felt a light but still painful punch hit my back.

"Hyung, please hurry! We don't have all the time in the world for this party." He whined.

Laughing, I shook my head and finally had the jacket hugging my body comfortably before turning to face him with a teasing smile.

"Of course we do. The party doesn't end until 3 in the morning. It's.." Looking over at the clock that hung up on the wall, I nodded and turned my gaze back to him, "barely 10."

Groaning, he sent another punch, only this time to my chest, before childishly making his way out of our apartment and hopefully straight to my car. Knowing him he'll probably run off if he see's something he likes, dead or not, and nag at it until he gets what he wants. Like I said, dead or not.

He's a weird one.

Laughing and cringing at my thoughts, I shook my head before making my way out of the apartment, automatically hearing a click as it locked by itself and started down the hallway, taking the stairs down. I would take the elevator, but elevators just give me this weird, scared feeling. It's like the drop of a roller coaster, except this one's slow and careful and actually wants to make you go through the feeling just to torture you. It's probably just me though.

Finally in the lobby, I made way passed the receptionist as she sent me a flirtatious smile, sending a smile back myself. She's always done that since we moved in, it's creepy. I don't want to hurt the girl, but then again I don't wanna lead her on by not sating anything. How would you confront a hopelessly loved blind girl that you're gay? I can't just go up to her and say, "Sorry sweety, but I only like dick.". Or... can I? Ah, I don't know.

Leaving the building and walking to my parked car, a sigh of relief leaves my lips as I see the sun leaning against the side of the car, fingers practically running across his phone as he sent a text to...whoever. Kids and their texting fingers, I swear.

Rolling my eyes, I stalked over to the drivers side of the car and pressed a button on the black box thingy that was attached to the keychain. Do these things even go by a title? They're just- just there. If it does have a name, lord have mercy on me for not knowing. It's 2017 for gods sake.

Opening up the car door, I slid in as did the whining 23 year old before inserting my keys in the keyhole and started up the engine, the car roaring to life. Closing the door, I buckled up before looking over at Hoseok, a blank stare on my face. Raising an eyebrow as he still hasn't made a move to look at me, or buckle up, I decided to break the deafening silence.