from zero | hyungwonho

From Zero

Drinking at nine in the fucking evening while staring blankly at the sweaty bodies which surrounded him isn't how Chae Hyungwon imagined his weekend to go. He watched in disgust as a pink-haired man ran past him, making a beeline towards the bathroom to probably puke his guts out. Ew.

He blames Changkyun for dragging him to the mess he was currently in whilst also blaming his own self for letting himself be blackmailed by the said man. Everything that he is experiencing right now had made it to his personal list of fuck, I'm dumb as shit and I really don't know how I got to experience this shit list.

He heard obnoxious laughter resound from the other side of the room and he was sure as fuck that it was Changkyun. No one could laugh like that little devil. No one could. Sighing loudly, he forced himself to stand and walk towards the supposed location of the younger man. He spotted the said man easily becauseㅡthank fucking goodnessㅡhe wore a bright, orange shirt which definitely stood out among the rest.

“Kkung,” he started, tapping the other man's shoulder in attempt to get his attention. Changkyun turned around, with a stupidly bright smile painted on his lips and surprisingly, it stretched wider as soon as he saw the older man.

“Hyungwon!” Changkyun greeted, a loud laugh escaping his lips once he realized that it was his friend. “Fancy seeing you here?”

Hyungwon wanted to face palm himself whilst his cheeks started to heat up from embarrassment as he felt the people's eyes on him. “Changkyun please, you fucking brought me here.”

“Oh, did I?” Changkyun questioned, beaming at the older man while he started laughing again. “I really can't remember, but yeah, I probably did.” The short brunette grinned at him before turning to the side, “Hey! Yoo Kihyun!” he shouted, pointing his index finger accusingly a little past Hyungwon.

“Wait Kkungㅡ”

“Come back here! 'M sorry, Won, I'll be back in a few.” But it was too late and he had already disappeared into the crowd and from Hyungwon's sight. “Right,” he sighed, before throwing the red cup that he was still holding into a trash bin near the kitchen counter.

So much for hoping that you'll get through the night safely.

You need to stop getting your hopes high, Hyungwon. You'll only end up disappointed anyways.

Shaking his head, he started walking towards the exit, eyes fluttering shut as he sighed loudly. “I swear to god, Changkyuㅡ”

He was cut short when a person ran into him accidentally, making him fall on the cold, dirty floors of the room. “Ouch, that hurts,” he groaned, lightly massaging his hip before abruptly looking up to glare at the person who bumped into him.

Instead of telling the person to watch where he was going, he found himself lost whilst he stared into a pair of blue eyes with specks of grey with held a glint of concern. “F-Fuck, I'm sorry!” the other said, offering him a hand so he could stand.

Hyungwon stared up at the man, eyes immediately scanning the other before his eyes stopped at his blonde hair which framed his face nicely. Shaking his head, he nodded at the offered gesture before pursing his lips and stood up by himself, “Thanks, but I'm fine.” He muttered while dusting off the imaginary dirt off his pants.

“Erm, r-right. O-Oh, by the way have you seen a man named… uh… what's his name again? Ah, that's rightㅡKihyun! Yoo Kihyun?” he stuttered, breath smelling a bit like alcohol. Maybe he's drunk. He was blinking his eyes rapidly as he tried to stand straight, but the alcohol was probably starting to kick in making him a bit more out of it.