The age of twenty-one, time to finally live like no other. One boy with a body made of impulses meets a boy that's in dire need of help.
"They call me a mess, and to that, I say fuck em"
(tw) gore, depression, panic attacks, and gay stuff
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Jung Wooyoung.
My eyes widened at San's comment, the other's hooting, and hollering. I wasn't expecting him to be so open, and possibly gay?
It was weird to think about. Of course, if someone was thinking about you in... that kind of way, they're probably interested in you. Even so, that could just be the way this group runs.
I've noticed it in Mingi and Yunho the most out of anyone. Even though they aren't in a relationship, they all tend to openly flirt with each other. It was like their way of showing affection. Some of it was clearly platonic, like Yunho and Jongho, while some of it wasn't, like Hongjoong and Seonghwa.
Either way, if this was what they considered 'taking it slow' i was concerned to see what a good time was.
My face started to heat up, as I noticed San was still staring at me. The longer he looked, the more confused I got. Damn, this is going to be a really awkward trip back home.
"By chance, is it the sweater he's wearing right now?" questioned Hwa, a curious brow lifting into the air.
"You're only allowed one question, Hwa. You know that." San said, rather smugly. Seonghwa put his hands up in surrender, leaning back into the couch.
"You guys are pitiful, let's continue the game." Yeosang sighed, messing around with the empty solo cup.
We continue the game for around 7 rounds. Each round, a different amount of people drank. The others were surprised as I drank for most of the rounds. It was evident that I was getting a little tipsy by now.
There were two yellow mates called, but it only made it easier for the others to get drunk at the same rate as everyone else. I began to realize who was lightweight and who had an iron stomach.
Hongjoong, an iron stomach putting down his seventh cup of liquor, called out the next question.
"Okay y'all, this might have to be the last round, this game is getting boring. Take a drink if you..." Hongjoong looked over at me, pensive about his question. I saw his eyes light up as he thought of something. "Take a drink if you've ever ran around the entire school campus more than once in a single day."
I looked at Joong, confused at that. It was a pretty specific and tame question compared to all of the others. It dawned on me as I watched everyone else in the room take a drink.
He was targetting.
Mingi, one of the lightweights, started to speak up. His words slurring. "That's the best you could do after complaining that the game was getting boring?" he said, curling up into his side and resting his head on San's shoulder.
"Shut it, Song. Sometimes you're slower than I think," said San, crossing his arms and lying back.
"Whelp since all but one drank, this calls for a triple threat," Yeosang chirped up, pouring himself another drink.
