petrichor ¦ hwang hyunjin

page 07

It was a mess. A big whole mess happening right before my eyes.

I was at the house of unknown, watching as strangers stumbled across the rooms. I could see couples desperately making out in every corners, people getting wasted and throwing up at random places. I wasn't used to this. In fact, I was uncomfortable at this unfamiliar atmosphere.

In my whole life I had never, ever attend parties that were not birthday parties. Not even when I reached the age of 17 or 18, when you were supposed to be enjoying the most out of your life. But look at the situation I got myself into now.

I stifled a gag from the obnoxious smell in the room. The smell of the house was basically a mix of puke and alcohol. The worst combination ever.

I started to feel dizzy, yet my eyes still wandered around the room trying to locate Hyunjin's presence. I shouted his name and tried to overpower the loud EDM music booming all over the house, pushing people out of my way but still, failed to find him.

"Are you Yuna?" A girl called from behind.

I turned around to meet eyes with a gorgeous girl. She had a blonde bob and hot pink lipstick neatly applied on her lips, a wide v-neck dress that perfectly showed off her S line. A revealing dress that I would never wear in my entire life. I shifted my gaze to the person she was struggling to hold onto.

I squinted, it was Hyunjin.

Hyunjin with neat outfit and attitude? No more. Hyunjin with flushed cheeks and cold sweats? Yes.

"You took quite long, huh?"

"I-I'm sorry, my house was quite far from here so I-" She cut in before I could continue,

"No, it's okay. Please just take him home." She roughly took Hyunjin's arm off her exposed shoulder, pushing him towards me.

Surprised, I was so close to losing my balance and hit the ground with Hyunjin on top of me. Thank god I didn't.

"Thank you, have a goodnight." The girl whose name I didn't know greeted with a flat smile plastered across her face before disappearing into a room flooded with people.

"Han Yuna?" Hyunjin spoke in a small voice. He was just a few inch away from my face, the smell of alcohol that escaped his mouth made me scrunched my nose.

"It's me, Hyunjin. Let's get out of here and talk about this calmly." I sighed, resting his arm on my shoulder and escorting him out off the messed up party with a lot of effort.

We arrived in a much calmer, much silent place. A place that I was finally comfortable in.

"Here, drink this." I offered a bottle of cold drink.

Hyunjin didn't respond, he drooped his head as his body swayed along with the wind. I sighed for the second time and moved forward to take his hand, placing the bottle on his palm. Hyunjin didn't make any effort to take ahold of the bottle, I watched as the bottle dropped from his hand to the ground, rolling not far away from the two of us.

No, Han Yuna. You couldn't just leave a drunk man by himself at 10 p.m.

I inhaled and picked up the bottle before sitting beside him.

Hyunjin was a mess. By that, I meant the tie that loosely rested around the neck of his dress shirt, his hair tumbling like beached kelp after a storm, his eyes barely opened and...

And... Lipstick marks on his pure white shirt. No, no. I was wrong. It wasn't just on his shirt. I took him by the chin and lifted it up, making him face me. At the corner of his mouth was prints of smeared lipstick. I could be overthinking, I didn't want to, but it was definitely the same color of lipstick as the girl who pushed him to me.

"Hyunjin..."

"Hmm?" Hyunjin hummed, then ran his hand across his black hair in frustration. He was still in an unconscious state, I figured out it would be useless to talk to someone who wasn't even conscious of what they were doing.

"Nothing," I shook my head, "Do you need anything? Do you feel like throwing up?"

This time it was Hyunjin's turn to shake his head. He looked... cute.

"No... I just..."

"You just?"

"I just want to..." Hyunjin scooted closer and continued until there was an inch of space left between us. I could feel his hot breath on my lips, the lingering smell of the alcohol when he exhaled.He let his head fell smoothly on my shoulder, and there was no more sound. Not a word, not a noise. Just Hyunjin and his light snore.

My grip on the bottle became tighter, my body naturally became stiff as if it had been planned. Hwang Hyunjin, who the hell are you?