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Sitting at a corner of a room while people partied wasn't really my thing.

As the loud music booms into my ears and the disco lights spread across the room, I think about who i was then and who i am now.

Normally, I would be wasted by now. Grinding on other people's body with a cup of beer in one of my hand and hips of a girl or a boy in the other. It didn't matter. What mattered was that I was gonna get some action after the party.

But here I am, sitting in one of the chairs at the corner of my best friend's house. It was a wild party---well it always is a wild party as long as my best friend hosts it. I am quite ashamed I am that boring guy who sits and sips at one corner while observing other people party.

I don't even know why I attended this party. Probably because my bestfriend is celebrating his 5th year anniversary with his boyfriend. Of course, as a very supportive friend, I came without second thoughts.

But I just couldn't do what I always did in parties. I just can't.

Looking back, I always partied. Never remembered a night where I didn't get wasted.

"Yeol, are you sure about this?" Sehun asked, giving me the serious look. I nodded. "Of course, why wouldn't i be sure about it?" I asked, keeping my eye on the road.

"Uhhh because tomorrow is your final exams but instead of reviewing, or maybe even relaxing, here we are going to Krystal's party." Sehun answered. He took out his phone from his pocket and typed something. I chuckled. "Is a baby afraid of getting scolded by his mommy for going home late?" I said, obviously teasing him. He gives out a loud huff and hid his phone again.

"Luhan is not my mommy. I'm his daddy." He smirks.
"Okay i swear i did not want to know that." I answered, giving him a disgusted look.
"Eyes on the road yeol" He said before giving out a small laugh. I shrugged and continued on driving.

That party was the best.

No, not because I got wasted.

Not because i partied all night.

And certainly not because i got the worst hangover the day of my finals.

It was because of him.

"This seat taken?" A boy asked. I shook my head without looking at him, I was too busy looking for someone to take home tonight.

"I'll take it then." The boy replied. He had a sweet voice. But never mind that, I needed to look for someone so I can get back to the dance floor.

"Cool party, huh?" He asked. Was this boy actually talking to me? Too bad for him, I'm not looking for a person to start a conversation with. So I answered him again with a nod.

"Are you mute or something?" He asked, giving a light chuckle. I almost froze. That laugh. It was...

Perfect.

I couldn't help myself but glance at the boy who took the seat beside me.

And damn. If his laugh was perfect. Then I don't have anymore words to describe how beautiful he was.

He was mesmerizing. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Certainly the epitome of perfection. It was as if the whole world stopped and only his perfect lips that formed a rectangular smile with his eyes forming crescent shapes was all that mattered at that moment.

And I didn't know it was possible to find a perfect human being like him.

But I shrugged it off. It was not a time for thinking of cheesy serenades and over used descriptions.

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