IF ONLY. | hyungwonho [DISCONTINUED]

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CHAE HYUNGWON admits that he is never a fan of the idea of clubbing, being able to drink only two shots, maximum. As much possible, he'd like to stay sober during the whole duration due to the fact that he can't handle his alcohol very well. He grimaced as the burning liquid slowly ran down his throat, leaving an unpleasant aftertaste. He ran his hand through his hair, sighing loudly as he tried to find Changkyun, who had left him sitting alone. Changkyun was probably off trying to hook up with some guy with weird kinks and interests. He chuckled darkly as he tried to fight the urge to strangle said friend which dragged him to the club against his will. His eyes flickered from the abandoned beer mug to the dimmed lights of the club, and to the sweaty bodies of random people grinding on each other. He wasn't surprised at all, seeing as this was pretty much a normal sight to see in a club.

His soul would be pretty much at ease if only he had stayed at home. The thought of being at home, reading books instead of staying at a cheap club was obviously a better option. Too bad he had no option. His train of thoughts were interrupted by his phone blasting out Gee. He felt the urge to facepalm himself as he remembered Changkyun setting it as his ringtone. Speak of the devil, it was Changkyun who was calling.

"Hey Wonnie," Changkyun giggled as soon as Hyungwon picked up the call. "Look, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna go ahead," he babbles as he tried to form a coherent sentence, "Met this hot dude, gotta go. Love you Wonnie."

"Wait, Kkung—"

Before he could talk, Changkyun already ended the call. That little shit. Hyungwon swatted the thought of strangling Changkyun away and tried to replace it with the thought of finally heading home. He sighed, at last, he couldn't wait to go home and wrap himself like a burrito in his favorite blanket.

His eyes immediately flittered to the person sitting beside him, whose presence he didn't notice until just now. He tried to take in the guy's appearance. The guy was roughly around his early twenties. The urge to vomit was strong as he saw the other's hair dyed in the most disgusting blonde he's ever seen. Hyungwon suppressed his breath as his eyes moved to the other's body — How the fuck does he have a body like that? His black silk shirt had a low cut which exposed his highly defined muscles. He shook his head, trying to regain his composure.

"Are you done checking me out? Did you have fun, sweetheart?"

What the actual fuck? Sweetheart my ass.

His eyes met with a pair of blue orbs. A smirk was painted on the other's lips. The first thing that Hyungwon felt was the desire to wipe that smirk off his face and throw him out the window. He kept quiet while the other kept rambling about things that weren't of any interest to Hyungwon. He gawked at the other man as he downed his fourth shot of tequila.

"How is he not tipsy?" Hyungwon scoffed as he stared.

"Watcha looking at? See something nice?" the other smirked while suggestively pointed to his body.

Fuck this, I'm leaving.

The idea of throwing him out the window doesn't seem like a bad idea, after all. Hyungwon thought as he stood up to leave.

"Aw, you're just gonna leave me hanging?"

He pursed his lips, then bit his inner cheek to prevent himself from saying a sassy remark. He spun his car keys around his index finger, as he approached his car — a black Ford Mustang GT. He heard heavy breaths coming from behind him, but he didn't bother to look back. "Hey, you can't just leave me like that," the blonde-haired guy huffed as he tried to catch his breath.

"Yes, I can."

"Hey, you bamboo man!"

Hyungwon froze in the middle of turning the key. Bamboo… What on earth is this guy having? Before he could counter with a remark, the guy collapsed on the cold cement with a loud thump. He felt himself turning pale at what happened.