flash;woosan

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He knew going to this party was a big mistake. San, Yunho, and Seonghwa left him. Yunho didn't even drink so he wasn't sure what he was up to. Probably making out with his boyfriend in one of the many guest rooms. Wooyoung wasn't really one to drink either, but he was bored so he fixed himself a drink.

"Hey. Aren't you Wooyoung?" A random guy asked.

"Yep."

"Wow. I'm seeing Jung Wooyoung in the flesh haha."

Wooyoung fake laughed and picked up the drink he made, placing his lips on the rim of the cup and winking at the guy.

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It seemed like Wooyoung had only drank two drinks but the way he felt was odd. Maybe he had drank more than two drinks. He couldn't really think straight so he wasn't sure. He looked at a bunch of red cups placed inside of each other.

Are those my cups? He thought to himself. He would have felt disappointed in hisself if he could even think what disappointment meant.

Looking for one of his friends to take him home he began to run into walls and random girls who knew him. He was too drunk to say anything to any of them or apologise to the walls.

Just as he was about to run into another wall he felt a pair of hands grab his shoulders, stabling him.

"Wooyoung?" San said waving his hands in front of his face.

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Obviously Wooyoung was too drunk to function, and San wasn't that sober either so he walked the both of them upstairs to a room to sober up and go home.

"San. You're so perty." Wooyoung said in a weird country accent.

"Ugh go to sleep."

"I have a secret to tell you though." His words were so slurred San could barely even tell what he was saying.

"Don't tell me anything. Just sleep so you can get sober and drive home."

"Well I don't drive anyway."

"That's right. Your chauffeur drives you around. So you can go home now right?"

"I gave him the night off."

"I- why would you do that if you knew you were about to get drunk at a party full of other celebrities?"

"You know how I'm a celebrity right Choi San?"

"Omg. Just go to sleep. I don't care about how you're a celebrity."

"It was a link on the internet. I clicked it and became famous."

"Now you're just talking nonsense."

"No really. I sold my soul on a website. It's why I have this flash in my eye."

"Thought that was a medical thing."

"Come on now. No medical condition causes you to have some bright ass light in your pupil."

"I'm no doctor so I don't know. You're just drunk. None of this is true Woo."

"Trust me. Even drunk me knows I made a bad decision. Selling my soul made me happy for a while, but now I don't know what to feel. It's like everything is going back to how it was before I sold my soul. I was depressed. I was a failure. I don't wanna go back to that. But I don't want to be famous because I vended my fucking soul. I lost true friends, true feelings, I lost me. But I'm glad I lost that last one."