Unknown boy // ATEEZ seonghwa ✓

IV

After a short while, the door bell rings, along with that the sound of multiple voice are heard from outside. As soon as San opens the door, one after another seven boys enter the house.

The living room goes from a quiet and dark space to a bright and lively one. Jongho and Wooyoung sit in front of the tv playing Mario Kart, very into it. Some people were in the kitchen, some in the living room. I just sat on the edge of the couch, staring intensely at the big screen.

Yeosang had the bright idea to bring bottles of alcohol and such so after a few minutes, and a few sips, we were all becoming more and more energetic.

"Move out of my way before I break you!" Jongho shouts at the shorter boy next to him making most of us turn our heads towards him.

"Whatever I'm done playing." Wooyoung gets up from his spot when the race ends and looks around the room before stopping at me. "Soljoo. Take my spot." I cringe at him, too lazy to get up from my seat. But eventually do so and join Jongho to play an intense game.

"Ooh Soljoo is beating you!" San teases as he enters the living room once again but this time with a have empty bottle of vodka. His words seemed to have caught the younger one's attention making him fall back. "Fuck off! You made me lose!" Jongho stands up and walks towards San who ends up having a terrified look. He bolts after him and start running around the house.

Leaving those two alone, I walk over to the kitchen where most boys were. All of them surrounding the conter covered with bottles and snacks.

I grab a cup from the cupboard and move closer to a bottle of vodka. Getting a hold of it, i take the cap off and start pouring it into the red solo cup. After a bit, I add something else and lean against the wall. I take a sip and feeling disappointed I go to reach the glass bottle as another hand reach for it too. I look up to see the owner of the hand and see Seonghwa. I snatch it away from him and poor the rest of the already almost empty bottle.

"Soljoo did you really finish the bottle?" San laughs as he comes closer to me. I shake my head before explaining that it was already half empty. "You're the one who opened it Choi San." I roll my eyes. I bring my cup up and hit it against everyone else's before tilting my head back and downing the liquid in one go. "Crazy bitch." San slurs and does the same.

After a few more cups, San and I were leaning against each other for support while slurring 'I love you' to each other.

All of a sudden, the sound of a ringtone fills the first floor. No one really paid any attention to it expect for me and San. It wasn't just any ringtone, it was my ringtone. "Fuck." I let out as I see the contact name, immediately sobered up.

I leave the boys alone and walk to San's bedroom. I close the door and lock it before sitting on the window still. "Yes daddy?"

"Where are you?" I hear by the sound of his voice that he had a lot to drink. "Daddy, I told you that I would be sleeping over at a friends house." I sigh, explaining to him again. "Did I let you?" He asks to which I nod and and whisper a small "Yes you did." He doesn't say anything for a while but I can hear his loud breathing. He starts speaking but the line cuts off. Confused, I look out the window to see if it's because of a sudden storm but then realize that he probably ended the phone call by accident because of his state.

I exist the room, in a deflated mood before going to the bathroom next door. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh as I notice deep eye bags. I splash water on my face as an attempt to maybe wake me up.

Once I'm done, I go down the stairs and join the boys in San's living room only to see them surrounding Seonghwa who rolls a joint with another finished one of the low table.

"How did they change the mood so fast?" I ask myself. Personally, I've never smoked because I was too terrified to come home and be caught by my father. If that ever happens I would be killed. But different from me a few minutes ago, annoyance fills me up as I stomp over to the table. Seonghwa takes a few puffs after lighting it up, noticing me in the corner of his eyes.

"Pass it to me." He suddenly chokes and starts coughing while all of the boys stare at me in surprise. "Hell yeah!" San shouts and bumps my shoulder.

"No." The older boy says sternly and passes it to Yunho who sits next to me. "I'm not letting you smoke after drinking so much." I roll my eyes at him before spotting the untouched joint that still lays on the table next to a lighter. I snatch the two of them and take my distance as I light it up.

"Kim Soljoo!" Seonghwa stands up and rushes towards me.

Inhale and exhale.

Completely unused to the sensation, I start coughing. "See? It's not good for you." He reaches out but I move my arm so that he doesn't grab it. "Stop, I like it." I scowl at him and being the joint to my lips again. He just stares at me with a unidentifiable emotion.

After a few hits, I pass it back to him, feeling myself become lightheaded. "My throat hurts." "That's normal when it's your first time." He explains and brings me back to the couch. He passes it to Hongjoong who finishes the rolled paper filled with the drug. "Ugh, I feel..." incapable of finishing my sentence I lay down, putting my legs over Yeosang who had his eyes half closed because of the effect.

"We lost her." Jongho says with a hint of amusement in his voice. I hear him but just can't form a sentence. I close my eyes and open them slowly as my way of communication.

"She's so stupid. She drinks more than five cups of alcohol and then smokes weed!" Seonghwa runs a hand through his hair.

All of a sudden, my eyes widen and I stand up from my seat and turn to go to the bathroom only to fall on the floor due to a loss of balance. Seonghwa who was standing next to me, rushes to my side and wraps his arms around me, helping me get back up. He helps me make my way to the toilet where I bend over and start spilling.

I feel a two hands grab my hand taking one of my rubber bands before pulling my hair back into a ponytail. "It's okay, don't cry." He whisper in a comforting way, stroking my back. I had not realized that I had been crying until he pointed it out.

But only I knew that the tears weren't due to the bad mix, but due to something else. Or more like someone else.

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I say this from experience, don't mix weed with alcohol and cigarettes. You will regret it later.