Loving Is Easy | winhyuck

Pale Pink

"Fucking disgusting," Donghyuck grunts as his eyes drop to watch his glass full of booze swirls, the results of him spinning it gently.

Jaemin lets out a hearty laugh, head tilting back as it exposes his neck. That fucker's laugh can be heard even when they are inside a house that's blasting hard music. Donghyuck glances up at Jaemin who is sitting beside him before his eyes goes downcast again. He knows deep down Jaemin actually felt guilty.

"Not every heteros are assholes, Hyuck." Jaemin said as he nudges Donghyuck's arm with his elbow. A thing you would say when you feel an incredible amount of guilt. Trying to look at the bright side only accentuates the point that he's a loser in terms of love, to himself at least.

Donghyuck looks up for the thousandth time, eyes already landing at the soft, pale pink haired boy on the opposite side of the room who is currently locking lips with some girl. And for the thousandth time, Donghyuck's heart sank at the sight. A few people crowds the middle room, therefore blocking the distant view. Donghyuck can never understand how people can enjoy the packed atmosphere of a house party. It reeks alcohol, made him feel a tiny bit claustrophobic, and worst yet, he's not sleeping when he was supposed to. Call him a baby, but Donghyuck needs his sleep. For real.

Donghyuck sighs as he looks back at his swirling cup of cheap alcohol. Coming to the party thinking he could get close to 'him' was pure delusion. This was like many other nights, he would just come, and left only to be seen as a mere dust. How very stupid of him, but then again, isn't liking 'him' already torcher it self?

Donghyuck had dolled up for this party. He put on eyeliner and a deep colored eyeshadow, he has his tightest black jeans and cropped sweater, but still, he was on a whole different league. The bad boy who dyes his hair a pale shade of pink, the shade that Donghyuck loves so much. The bad boy who rides a motorbike to almost anywhere, driving Donghyuck crazy every time he took off his helm and shakes his head lightly as hair falls to his forehead perfectly. The bad boy who wear leather jackets for as long as Donghyuck can remember. In Donghyuck's dictionary, that bad boy translates immediately into 'my ideal type'. Which is a problem since the chance of Donghyuck dating him is as big as the chance of pigs growing wings. Why does he always fall for the unatainable?

"Cheer up, Donghyuck," Jaemin coos, swinging his arm across Donghyuck's shoulder, effectively snapping Donghyuck out of his trance. "There's about millions of other gays who would found your ass highly attractive."

"Right." Donghyuck said, voice laced with sarcasm.

Jaemin made an expression of sympathy before giving Donghyuck a little smile. "Sorry for making you come here."

Donghyuck shrugs it off. Even though Jaemin was partly to blame, it's his own fault for having high expectations.

"What about I drive you home?"

Donghyuck quirked his eyebrow at Jaemin. "You want to bail?"

"What's the point if you're only suffering here?" Jaemin asks him back.

Now that Donghyuck think about it, Jaemin hasn't drink at all. By now, he would've gone wild or wasted. Instead here he is, sober as ever. One last glance the the other end of the room, Donghyuck realises that the couple is no longer there, which could mean a few things. Donghyuck groans at the thought before accepting Jaemin's offer.

They walk through crowds of drunk people before finally getting to the front door.

"You guys goin' already?"

Donghyuck and Jaemin turned around and found Hyunjin beaming at them, completely hammered.

"Yeah, sorry bro, Donghyuck's cat is sick." Jaemin lies. Donghyuck mentally slaps his forehead because that sounds so fucking fake. Donghyuck should've let himself do the talking.

Hyunjin, the host of the party, seems way too drunk to decide if it was bullshit or not. From the way he frowns and pats Donghyuck sympathetically, somehow Hyunjin is convinced that Donghyuck actually has a cat.

The drive was quiet. Or more correctly, Donghyuck was quiet. Jaemin is humming a song Donghyuck never heard before, while gently drumming his thumb on the stirring wheel. Donghyuck doesn't mind, he's glad that Jaemin doesn't try to make conversation.

His eyes are staring blankly at the view where it flashes by like a movie. Falling in love with someone you can't have is like torturing yourself. Donghyuck knows this, but why does he keep on hoping? He keeps on going to parties, looking at him when his motorbike dashed past his house and waking him up at an ungodly hour, wishing him goodnight before he fall asleep knowing full-well nobody can hear it accept for himself. His mind is drifting to a faraway place, a comfort zone. Somewhere out there (or most likely Hyunjin's house), he, who Donghyuck adores to an extent where it couldn't even be measure, must be having the time of his life. How Donghyuck wanted to be the reason why he was happy.

He knows it was useless. He knows that it hurt him. But maybe, he was a masochist.

Goodnight, Dong Sicheng. He said in his mind before his eyelids grow heavy  as he finally fall asleep in the middle of the drive on the highway.

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