𝐍𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Hwang Hyunjin

*5*

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We sat down on the couch.

"Do you have something to drink?" 

"Uhm, I want some champagne", he said.

"Yeah, that's good."

When he was gone to take the champagne, I looked around.

His house seemed to be expensive too, just like the car.

He must have rich parents.

The boy came back with the bottle and two glasses.

"Cheers", he said after he filled up both of the glasses.

"Why?"

"For our first date."

"And our only one."

We clinked our glasses and drank something.

I was already a little bit drunk, I drank a lot at the party.

But I will need a lot of alcohol.

How could I survive the night with Hyunjin sober?

"So, tell me something about you", he started.

"I don't want to", I responded simply.

"Why?"

"I don't want to tell you something."

"Are your eyes real?"

"Yes."

"Good start. Now you ask something."

"Why me? Why are you still trying to hit on me?"

A smirk appeared on his lips.
"Because you're interesting", he responded the question.

"Because I don't fall for you like every fucking other hetero girl at our school?"

"Exactly. Do you have many friends?", he asked the next question.

"No. I don't need many friends", I shrugged my shoulders.

"But everybody need friends."

"And I have a friend. And I don't need more. And that's the reason why I protect her so much."

"I would pay more attention when I pick my friends then", he mumbeld.

"What do you mean?". I didn't really understand what he wanted to say with that.

"Nothing", he just answered.

"Okay, my turn. You don't really pay attention to others, don't you?", I asked.

He shook his head. "If I would I'd noticed you earlier", he added with a smirk.

"Hwang Hyunjin, stop that", I said and hit him lightly in the arm.

"You know you can just call me Hyunjin. Or anything you want."
"But I want to call you Hwang Hyunjin."

~

We spent the a few hours together.

We talked a lot.

He was actually nice. Or nicer than I tought. But when I'm drunk, everybody's nice.

"Babe, I bring you to bed", he said and grabbed my hand.

"Ew, that's disgusting", I laugh.

"What?"

"Babe. Stop that. And I want to go home", I mumbled protesting. I was definitely drunk.

"You can't go home now, I can't let you alone. Come with me. We have a gues bedroom"