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Hobi's POV:
* FLASHBACK *
Fucking Jin. He always bails on me, every week he hypes up a party then when the weekend rolls around I am left alone yet again at the lousy bar drinking my life away. Not that it is really a big issue, I can always have a good time. I am usually the life of the party, but it would be nice to have my best friend here with me. I leaned against the bar, already three drinks in, I am surrounded by a group of people that I didn't really know. I only talked to them on my nights out.
It's only been a few weeks since the semester started but I was already tired of school. I was stuck in so many gen eds that I didn't have much room for fashion classes. I think once I get to design, I will feel less stressed out but as of now, drinking is a way to wash away the shit I had to deal with all week.
The group I was with decided to all do shots, and who says no to shots? I quickly downed two before heading to the bathroom. I constantly kept checking my phone. I was waiting for Jin to reply, he lives off-campus and I usually crash at his place after a night out because making it back to campus would be hell.
While in the bathroom, I noticed a shorter, red-haired boy looking at himself in the mirror. He had a black leather jacket on, cute. I quickly pissed so I could stand next to him while washing my hands. I looked at him through the mirror. He caught my gaze and made a disgusted face.
"The fuck are you looking at," he snapped at me, his words sort of slurred.
I was actually taken aback by his comment, "Oh, I uh like your hair," I said drying my hands on my pants. He was surprised by my answer, "Thanks I dyed it this morning. Not sure if I liked it, until now," he stared into the mirror. "It really suits you, but I am not sure if you can pull the leather jacket look off with that hair," I said.
"What are you the fashion police?" he asked. "Actually, I am a fashion major, so I do know a thing or two when it comes to achieving the perfect look," I grinned but he did not look amused, at least at first, he didn't.
His straight lips slowly turned into a gummy smile, "Dork" he said laughing, we stood talking for a bit about nonsense really, nothing important. I liked making him laugh, his smile did not match the image he was trying to display, and I found it adorable actually. Rough exterior, sweet interior. Maybe even sweeter in bed.
"So, are you here with someone?" I asked the small redhead.
"If I was would I be standing here talking to you?"
"Probably not, but then again, I tend to make people forget who they came with."
Redhead laughed again, this time a little harder. "You're corny but cute. So, I'll accept it."
"Don't need your acceptance, just your permission," I smirked.
"For what?" he asked.
I stepped closer to him, he wasn't much shorter than me, the perfect height difference, "To kiss you," I whispered, leaning into him. He hesitated before he answered, his eyes dropping down to my lips and back up to meet my gaze. Redhead bit his bottom lip and nodded.
Great.
I leaned forward pressing my lips to his. The warm and wet, they may have been the only lips I ever wanted to kiss again.
Redhead moved faster than I expected, he pushed me against the sink. His kisses became rougher and I was definitely okay with it. I picked up the pace, wrapping my arms around his waist pulling him closer.
