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So Many People in This Room and I Only Want You

true college fic 1:

Newt made a horrible twisted face, coughing as the liquid burned his throat.
"Why do we drink this shit?" Newt asked as he shuddered and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He coughed again before abandoning the vodka bottle for a bottle of lemonade and downing a few gulps.
Alby laughed. "Cause it gets us fucked up." He made grabby hands at the bottle which Newt gladly passed him.
"And because the only way I can stand shitty frats is if I'm drunk," Minho said as he pulled on a tight black shirt.
Newt rolled his eyes. "Please, you love going out Minho."
Alby nodded in agreement, he had a weird face on making Newt assume he took a shot and was cringing at the horrible taste of hard liquor.
"It's Newt who really hates going."
Newt nodded, raising up his lemonade bottle up in some sort of toast.
"You gotta mix it idiot," Minho said as he grabbed Newt's bottle and carefully poured some of the vodka into it. "It tastes better."
Newt pouted. "You ruined my lemonade."
Minho smirked. "Not ruined, enhanced."
"You need to loosen up, that's why you hate parties so much Newt," Alby chimed in.
"What?"
"You hate them because you go in thinking that it's going to suck."
"And it usually does suck," Newt replied as he sipped his drink, making another face due to the fact that the faint horrible taste of vodka was still there.
"You're just not doing it right," Minho said as he plopped down on the floor next to Newt.
"What do you mean?"
"You don't even dance when they play Mo Bamba!" Alby practically shouted as he tipped a bit. Yeah he was already drunk.
"Cause that song sucks."
"Well obviously." Minho rolled his eyes. "That's the whole point. Everything sucks so bad that it's actually kinda good."
"What? That literally makes no sense."
Minho sighed and lifted Newt's arm. "Start by finishing that."
Newt frowned but listened and started drinking anyways. Maybe he wouldn't be so bored when Alby and Minho fucked off to kiss random girls between the sweaty bodies and loud horrible music.
Maybe he was starting to feel it, his body felt that all too familiar tingle all over. By the time he was at the bottom of the bottle, his head felt a bit fuzzy.
Minho was putting on his coat when Newt stood up. He stumbled a bit and grabbed onto the bed post.
"Shit," Newt cursed softly. "We're not even there yet and I'm drunk."
Minho grinned and raised his hand up in a high five. "Atta boy Newtie!"
Newt smiled a bit and met his hand in the air.
"Alby's dumbass is gone too," Minho pointed out as he watched Alby struggle with trying to button the buttons on his jacket that had a zipper.
Newt laughed at that as he buttoned up his own jean jacket. It wasn't too cold out but he knew they had to walk at least a few blocks to the bus stop and then a few more to the frat.
"Ready to go?" Minho asked as he grabbed his dorm room keys and turned off the light. Minho's room was always the one they pre gamed in, it was easily the biggest and the fact that he was Alby's roommate helped because then they could use the whole room instead of just half like when they were in Newt's room. They really weren't friends with Newt's roommate, he was kinda weird and almost just as creepy. He had a slight obsession with Newt too which made the whole situation really weird.
Newt didn't remember much of the walk to the bus. His head still felt fuzzy, like there was white noise in his brain, if that even made sense. He stumbled a bit when he walked once but all it did was make him laugh. His hands were a little numb and he bet if Minho slapped his face he wouldn't even feel it.
"Maybe you should get with someone tonight?" Minho suggested as they stood in the line for the bus. The bus was free for college students and although it was really shitty and kinda broken down, it was free so they always took it.
Newt was really feeling it then, it was like his senses were lagging and he was watching himself from another body. He felt giddy and happy and carefree.
"This is fun," Newt said as he pulled at Minho's sleeve as the buff boy guided him into a bus seat. When did they even get onto the bus?
"I told you." Minho laughed as he made sure Newt was sitting up straight. "You get drunk before the party so you don't have to drink the shitty juice at the frats."
Newt nodded as he leaned his head against the bus window. The bus shook and bumped as it drove making Newt's head smack the glass with almost every little bump and honestly he probably would have felt it if he was sober.
"Teresa is going out," Alby said as he turned his phone around and showed what Newt assumed was a snapchat story to Minho. It was a picture of her and her girls in tiny outfits that could in no way be comfortable.
Minho wiggled his eyebrows. "Maybe I'll tap that."
Alby rolled his eyes. "Minho I think you've hooked up with every girl in that group at least once."
"Besides Teresa!"
"She's too hot for you," Newt added in as he let his head roll onto the back of the seat, his skin was cold from where it was touching the window.
"Newt you're gay shut up."
Newt laughed at that, for some reason that was probably the funniest thing he'd ever heard in his life.
Newt was small so naturally he was a lightweight, probably three shots could get him gone while Alby was high functioning. Alby could be plastered out of his mind yet come off completely sober to the RA of their building.
Minho snorted. "The kid's smacked."
"We should find Teresa's group at the party," Alby said as he kept tapping through snapchat stories.
"How do you know they're going to the same one as us?" Minho asked as he leaned over the bus seat to try and see Alby's phone.
Alby swatted him away, scowling as he shook his head. "I don't, I'm just saying if we find them we should hangout with them."
"You just wanna bang Harriet."
"You wanna bang Teresa!"
Newt let his head rest on the bus seat again, he was gone. Everything was spinning and he couldn't string together a coherent thought.
"I kinda wanna bang someone," Newt slurred as he lightly smacked Minho's leg.
"Get with someone then," Minho said as he laughed at Newt's drunken state. "It'd be fun."
"Okay." Newt rubbed his eyes. "I'm gonna get dick."
Alby snorted out a laugh. "That's the best thing I've heard him say."
Minho shrugged. "Let him makeout with someone, it might loosen him up."
"I don't need loosening up!" Newt protested. "I top!"
Minho and Alby broke out into a hard fit of laughter.
Newt also didn't remember walking into the frat. He vaguely recalled handing the guy at the door five dollars and walking in. The first thing he noticed was the smell. Every party smelled the same. It smelled like awful cheap weed and spilled liquor mixed with sweat and an odd dusting of sex. The basement stairs were slicked with mud and Newt almost fell following his friends down them. He could barely see downstairs. It was so dark but the bright flashing lights gave his already slow mind the beginning of a headache. The speakers were turned up so loud that Newt could see them booming with the base.
"You good?" Minho shouted over the music.
Newt nodded. Good? He was great.
Alby clasped him on the back. "Alright I'm off on a mission." Alby fake saluted them. "Goodbye my fellow fuck boys."
Minho rolled his eyes then pulled Newt into the sea of bodies and shouted over the music. "Come on let's dance!"
Newt probably would have said yes to Minho no matter what he asked at that point so he blindly followed him into the mass of people.
"Do you even know this song?" Newt yelled over the booming speakers.
Minho just shook his head but started dancing weird, he was bouncing on his feet and throwing his head around.
As drunk as Newt was he still felt awkward. He tried to do what Minho was doing but it still felt weird.
"Loosen up!" Minho shouted.
Newt nodded as someone ran into his back, making him fall forward.
Minho caught him, laughing as he helped him stand back up. "Careful."
Newt suddenly gasped, his face breaking out into a grin. "Minho! Do you hear that?! They're playing Wonderwall!"
Minho listened for a second, nodding when he heard they were in fact playing some fucked up version of Wonderwall.
Newt was dancing now, he was even horribly scream singing the lyrics. Minho was about to start dancing with him when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Minho!"
"Hey Teresa!" He shouted over the loud music. The pretty dark haired girl was smiling at him, her low cut shirt making it extremely hard for him to keep his eyes up on her face. "You look pretty!"
She smiled before looking at Newt and stifling a laugh behind her hand. "You got him drunk?"
Minho nodded, as he stumbled a bit and put his hand on Teresa's hip to steady himself. She leaned into the touch which he took as a good sign.
"Hey who's that?" Teresa asked suddenly.
Minho turned to look back at Newt who was now with a guy. He had dark hair and a blue track hoodie on.
Minho shrugged, but Newt looked happy. The guy was definitely into Newt, he had his hand on his hip, moving their bodies together but not in the obscene way some people were dancing- the obscene dancing that Minho planned on doing with Teresa in about five minutes.
"Let him have fun," she shouted as she gently tagged on Minho's shirt. "We can have our own fun."
Minho took another glance back at Newt who now was definitely showing interest back in the boy. He had his hands around his neck, due to the fact that he was a little bit taller. The brunette boy was smiling at him, moving their hips together.
Making a mental note to check to make sure that Newt was okay in five minutes he followed Teresa to definitely make out with her in a corner.
Newt was more than okay. The boy in front of him was hot as hell. He had soft brown hair, Newt knew because he ran his fingers through it. He wasn't even sure how this boy approached him, just one second he wasn't there and then the next he was. He had grabbed Newt softly and Newt, his senses being numbed by the alcohol, went with it.
Newt threw his arms around his neck, letting the brunette boy guide their hips together in whatever type of grinding dance they were doing.
"You're pretty attractive," the boy said in his ear before smiling at Newt and bumping their noses together.
"I'm drunk," Newt blurted out, feeling his face heat up at the compliment.
"Me too." The boy laughed and it was a cute laugh that Newt wouldn't mind hearing again.
"Would you be opposed to making out with me?" The boy asked as he kept bumping his nose to Newt's. He was kinda dorky but who was Newt to make any type of judgement when he probably wouldn't remember this guy's face tomorrow.
Newt thought for a second, he didn't think with his head, he thought with his dick and his dick was screaming for him to go for it.
Newt didn't trust himself to string together a coherent sentence so he just closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against the boys.
Normally, Newt wouldn't be grinding on a boy while making out with him in the middle of a dance floor, but his sense of reason had completely left at that point.
The boy instantly took one of his hands up to cup his jaw and kiss him back harder.
I can touch him, Newt thought. The very idea of it excited him so he let one of his hands rest on the boy's lower back to keep their hips close together and put the other back in his unnaturally fluffy hair that was slightly damped with sweat.
He kissed him so many times, taking little breaks in between. Newt's thoughts were getting cloudy again but for an entirely different reason this time.
The boy pulled back, caressing Newt's jaw as he kept their noses together. "This okay?"
Newt could barely hear him over the sound of the speakers so he just nodded and pulled the boy closer to kiss him again.
This time he really got to it, nudging Newt's lips and pushing his tongue in. It was messy from there, Newt tried to copy what he was doing but his body was moving before his brain knew what he was doing.
Someone ran into the boy and he stumbled forward, grabbing Newt around the waist so he didn't fall too.
"Do you wanna go over by the wall?" He asked before pressing a soft kiss to Newt's lips again.
He nodded, letting the boy take his hand and pull him through the sea of bodies to a more empty spot by the wall.
"Wait," Newt said as the boy pushed him against the wall immediately slotting their hips together again.
"Yeah?"
"What's your name?" Newt asked, feeling stupid as soon as he asked it. The wall was sticky behind his back and he tried not to think about what substance it could be.
He smiled softly. "It's Thomas. Yours?"
"Newt."
Then they were kissing again, Thomas shoved his hand in the back pocket of Newt's jeans and squeezed while pulling his body impossibly closer.
Newt was having the time of his life, he made a mental note to thank Minho later and maybe buy him a pie or some...ow.
Newt pulled back, frowning at the pain on his lip.
Thomas was bright red as he looked at him. "I'm sorry I-I got carried away."
Newt really couldn't find it in himself to care.
"That's hot," he muttered before pulling Thomas back into him and kissing him hard again.
Newt wouldn't say that he was lacking in the boy department, but he didn't do this often and Thomas was hot and Thomas was sweet so hooking up with him wasn't bad at all.
Thomas let his hand slide up Newt's chest and rest on his neck, angling his head so he could kiss him better.
Newt clutched the bottom of Thomas' shirt, holding on to stop himself from swaying.
"You are so hot," Thomas muttered against his lips as he took a short breathing break. Soon enough his lips were on his neck and Newt tipped his head back out of reflex.
Minho was never going to let him hear the end of this one tomorrow. He could practically feel the size of the hickey Thomas was leaving on the soft part of his neck, but he really didn't care enough to stop him. Thomas trailed kisses up his neck before making his way back to his lips and kissing him again.
They could have been kissing for twenty minutes or an hour and Newt wouldn't have been able to tell the difference.
A flash went off, making Newt frown and pull away. He gasped when he saw what is what.
"Minho!" Newt shouted as he tried to hide in Thomas' shoulder.
He and Alby were posed next to him and Thomas, pointed at the two as Teresa took a picture.
Thomas was laughing, still holding Newt close to him.
"Oh my god, oh my god..."
Thomas tilted Newt's head up, pressing another kiss to his lips before slowly untangling himself from him.
"Hey I gotta go meet up with my friends. This was fun. I'll see you around?"
Newt pouted, but nodded. "See you around."
As soon as Thomas disappeared he shoved Minho and Alby. "Fucking assholes."
"Get it Newt!" Alby shouted as he laughed and slung his arm around Newt's shoulders. "Bro he was hot! You were sucking faces for like forty five minutes!"
Newt scowled at them. "You guys suck."
"Sorry Newtie, but it's time to go."
Newt frowned but listened, following Minho towards the stairs.
Alby had to help him up, but they eventually made it up the steps.
Newt could barely remember the walk back to the bus stop, but as he leaned his head painfully against the bus window again all he could think about was Thomas' mouth on his.

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so basically this is apart of a one shot series called "true college" where I'm gonna be writing REALISTIC college AU's bc I'm still so upset that I made textbooks so inaccurate. basically this is a rundown of how college parties actually go and don't anyone try telling me this is fake bc it's legit based off my TRUE life so I hope y'all learn something about how college actually is I guess ?? and I don't care HOW many stories say that people just down alcohol without making a face or choking BC THAT SHIT DOESN'T GO DOWN EASY. please forgive me for how untruthful textbooks was and take these stories as an apology
x k