ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

after midnight. [kunwin]

it's a friday midnight, but the cho's twenty-four seven restaurant is still as packed as ever. it was my aunt's wedding yesterday and she decided to organize an afterparty today, so my family is huddled over the cube-shaped building, chatting and laughing around with each other. the newlyweds sat at the center, and I've never seen my aunt happier.

I'm genuinely happy for her but I feel sick in the stomach. maybe because of the fact I'm sitting on the same table as her daughter, sooyeon and her husband, kun. sooyeon's my age, but kun is like five years older than us, and they've been married for a solid year.

I think I've been staring at him for too long yet I can't help it. he's wearing a black suit which goes really well with his dark blue hair. when his eyes meet mine, though, I look away at once. from the corner of my eyes I see him smirking.

" this cake is delicious ," sooyeon comments, bringing another spoonful of the red velvet cake to her mouth. " the catering did a good job ."

" I think there's alcohol in it ." I mumble.

" really? oh my god, I ate too much. no wonder I'm feeling dizzy ..."

kun shrugs as he chugs another glass of white wine. " it's just alcohol, not poison ."

" in another way, alcohol is poison. you know I've been trying to cut off drinking ." she says and nudges her husband, who only gives her a nonchalant look.

she's my only cousin who hates alcohol. and also the only one who's half-korean, if I may add. her father was a korean, but he died seven years ago, and she only succeeded convincing her mother to move on last year. it's must be fate my aunt found another man for her this quick.

I put my fork down onto my plate and push it away. I'm not really feeling red velvet today, plus given the alcohol, it only added to the discomfort I was already feeling. then, I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. sooyeon had all of us putting our phones on silent before the ceremony.

meet me at the back in ten minutes. –q.

I stare at my screen and cuss underneath my breath. this is why I was feeling sick. nonetheless, I delete the text and gulp down my cocktail to calm myself down. I'm mad at him, the sender, for such a bad timing – but I know I'd come anyways.

" are you okay, sicheng ?" sooyeon asks, her mouth full with bits of the cake as she chews.

" I'm fine ," I choke out. " just a bit tired ."

" oh, gosh. do you need something ?"

" no, it's okay ."

" I'd drive you home if you want ."

" but, honey, mom says she needs you for the toast, remember? you're the host for today ." kun chimes in, glancing subtly at me. I gulp.

" damnit, you're right.  then, why don't kun drives you home ?"

" fine with me ."

" it's fine, I'd stay a little longer ." I say, and force a quick smile.

" are you sure ?"

" yes, soo. don't worry about me ."

she nods, and starts ranting about how the decoration doesn't fit the mood she was looking for. sooyeon is a wedding designer, you'd bet she went all-out for her own mom's wedding, so even the littlest mistakes irk her. nothing's wrong to me, though. everything looks so glittery and extravagant tonight.

maybe because I'm just simply not from the same world as hers. we're cousins, yes, and we're close – but we're also different. sooyeon belongs here, in the midst of a lively gathering in a beautiful restaurant and I belong to – the exact opposite.