Writing Challenge

Introduction

As the young man was combing his hair up with the help of some wax in front of his bathroom mirror, the ringbell resounded in the whole apartment.
He didn't expect his friends to come so early to pick him up, but some help to choose his outfit for the night was more than welcomed. He checked one last time if any strand was still undisciplined and smiled at his reflection, satisfied with the result.
As he got out of the bathroom ready to open the door, he met his band already standing in the middle of the corridor, invited in by his younger brother.

"Hey Chanwoo, shouldn't you be sleeping by now ?" he asked, making his way to greet the boys and remembering telling the youngest to go to bed when the clock displayed 10 PM.

"Hyung, I'm 15. I don't know things such as curfews .." Chanwoo replied, fighting the urge to roll his eyes with a grin. He knew the older hated it. "Hurry up and leave so I can have the house to myself and throw a big party too !"

Hanbin eyed him in such a way, his friends burst into laughers and the younger ran to hide in his bedroom, at the moment fearing for his life.
He loved him, no misunderstanding, but sometimes the other could be such a tease.
Hanbin was his older by 5 years. They had the same father and Chanwoo's mom was his second wife. To be really honest, Hanbin didn't mind and felt totally at ease calling her 'mom' since he never knew who was his own mother. His father said she passed away after giving birth to him, that he could show him some photographs if he wanted to, but the guilt Hanbin felt whenever he tought about this woman and the life he'd unconsciously taken away made him deny the proposition multiple times.

"Not that I don't like lazying in your house guys, but maybe you should get prepared, B.I" said Bobby with his crooked smile.

The underground rapper raised an eyebrow while leaning onto the wall of the corridor, patiently waiting for Hanbin to put on some clothes. At his sides, Junhoe shrugged and sighed heavily, walking toward Hanbin's bedroom.

"Look at you, hyung. You've just been waiting for me and my fashion sense to pick an outfit for you, right ?"
He smiled and nodded shamelessly. Junhoe and Bobby had a way with words, and maybe that's why it was great fun to hang out with them.

•••

Clad in skinny ripped jeans and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, Hanbin put on his usual Converse and head out behind his friends.

"Chanwoo, I'll be out !" he shouted before locking the entrance after being replied with a loud hum.

•••

"B.I ?" Junhoe raised his voice once in the car.
"Yeah ?"
"You look hot"

The two older boys started to laugh, but Hanbin had to admit that it made him feel good.

"And how do I look then ?" inquired Bobby, eyes focused on the road with a sly smile stretching his lips.

"You only look hot when you're naked"

Bobby laughed, Hanbin chocked on his saliva and Junhoe took another bite of his hot bar.
Those two would be the end of him.

•••

When the three of them knocked on the door, they were greeted by their friend, Yunhyeong, wearing a mask that covered half of his handsome face.

"Hey guys, good to see you could make it !" he cheered, closing them into a warm hug. "The party is just starting to get fun, put on your mask and follow me, I'll get you some drinks !"

With their masks on and the dimmed lights, they hardly managed to recognize the faces in the crowd, meeting by the same occasion complete strangers. Bobby was the kind to be really friendly, joking and befriending around while Hanbin was mostly the quiet one, wandering around and replying to questions more than asking them. Junhoe had long abandonned them to start small chats near the buffet table.