Sweet Dreams || KPOP One-shots

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Group: Wanna One
Member: Ong Seongwoo
Theme: Horror, (?)

— Six —

The loud and lively beats that rang throughout the household, slipped into the silence on the streets. Shouts, laughter, and the music booming through the speakers kept the smallest creatures awake. Bodies swaying and stuck against each other, drinks spilling here and there.

This is life.

At least for him.

"What the hell are you standing here for?" A yell made your soul fall back to your body. You gripped on the hem of your loose shirt as you nervously
glanced at your friend in front of you.

"I'm—" You let out a breath, feeling much exposed to a different crowd. Books, papers, and nerds were your type of crowd, not this— noisy and unruly one. "—going home."

"No, you're not." Kang Daniel, one of the most popular seniors in your university, aka your friend, said. He grabbed your hand before you could even take a step back. "Come on! The night's still young! Stop being such an introvert, babe."

You would've rolled your eyes at his endearment but you couldn't care less as he dragged you inside of the house. It was his basketball club co-member's birthday party. You were surprisingly invited, even though Daniel would have probably forced you to come with him if you weren't.

In an instant, you were entering in another dimension.

You cringed at the sight of flying pizzas, vodka shower, and— people sucking each other's face off. It was dark, only the colorful dancing lights made you see and the hand that's been tugging you towards the couch. You looked away as Daniel led you towards an almost empty couch, blabbering about how awesome the food was.

"You can just sit here as I grab you snacks and a drink. Don't go without telling me, okay?" He patted your head as he ran away, quickly swallowed by the ocean of dancing people. You sighed as you placed your intertwined fingers on your lap, totally out of place in the middle of the party.

Why did I even think of agreeing to come here?

"Hey."

You almost jumped up off your seat, eyes widening as a too familiar voice entered your sense of hearing. You blinked your eyes as you tried calming your rapidly beating heart. You slowly turned to him, your fingers gripping on each other too tight as if they were your lifeline.

"H-Hey. Happy birthday." You breathlessly greeted back.

It's because of him.

Stunning as usual with his newly cut raven hair, eyes twinkling under the lights, lips curling up into a grin. Dark blue denim jacket and pants, white shirt, and a pair of white Nike shoes. Everything looks perfect on him.

Ong Seongwoo.

His presence was too overwhelming for you, making you lean back on the couch. He sat beside you, too close for your liking but you didn't mind since it was him.

"Thanks." He grinned. "How's your night going?" He asked, a shot of something blue and yellow in his hand. You let your eyes observe the glass in his hand instead of his eyes that were staring at you.