Intoxicating [VMinkook]

Eleven

Into It- Chase Atlantic

Jeongguk is forcefully seated with a group of other people on the floor, right beside Woosung. No one seemed to be holding judgmental stares at him, but they are staring at him. They are taking in the fake piercings, exposed collarbones that would tempt anyone to mark with their teeth, so unlike his usual button up shirts or sweaters.

Beauty, yet with this essence of innocent pouring through his wide Bambi eyes.

That alone gave it away.

The church boy.

"Well well well, look who we have here," A male snickers from the circle with fire red hair and a condescending smirk, "This ain't bible study prude."

A few people from the circle snickers, fueling Jeongguks cheeks red in embarrassment with eyes flickering to the ground, falling into that familiar paralysis to not even move. Stupid idea it was coming here, where he's surrounded by all these people who will do nothing but judge him.

But in a way he wants to prove them wrong.

That he isn't just a bore to a group, even if he can't talk or is a church boy.

No one will degrade him of that.

For once he just wants to fit in..... And maybe he needs this in order to do so.

"Leave him alone Mingyu," Woosung snickers back, sipping his beer with a hallow stare, "Let's show little Bambi a party, hm?"

Jeongguk didn't like the sound of that, at all, but he was not about to back out and make a complete humiliation of himself just so more people can talk about it at school.

Even if he's shifting so horribly by how uncomfortable he is being in this new environment.

So he stays in place while a girl with blue hair in the group snorts and grabs a bottle, spinning it.

It was confusing really trying to figure out the point of this game for Jeongguk. Where the bottle lands to, the two individuals have to go into a closet for seven minutes and then come out.

Do they have to talk or something? Because if that was the case than it'll be real silent when Jeongguk gets a turn.

If he ever does.

He's hoping he never does just so he wouldn't be put into that awkward position with someone he doesn't even know.

And it wasn't so far fetched.

When the bottle landed on him, the group all plastered devious grins on their face but a guy with night black hair giggles in mischief, "Let's make this more interesting."

When the guy pulled out a black bandana and suddenly wraps it around Jeongguk's eyes, he panicked.

Not only can't he speak, but now he can't see.

Only left with his senses to to heightened, tying an uncomfortable knot in his stomach.

If something happens to him, he's screwed.

Fuck this.

Let them call him a whimp for all he cares.

However right when Jeongguk was about to get up and leave, a hand grabs his arm and drags him away. He could hear the suggestive snickers and hollers as he grows further away before it suddenly disappears with a quiet close of a door.

In fact, even the music began to fade off to the background as well, leaving it into a more comforting silence that's much farther away.

Instantly jeongguk drops to the ground, scrambling back to the wall with heart racing in anxiety as he tries to tug off the bandana in his head but a delicate hand on his stops him.