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•• "could i...hug you?"
You had to admit that when you first saw the news that Beomgyu had a girlfriend, you were jealous. Happy for him, yes. You were incredibly happy that he'd found a partner, but also worried that he might get hurt. Also jealous. Definitely jealous. But why should you be? It was dumb, wasn't it? Yet, the jealousy chased you and whenever you saw posts about the two you would smile bitter sweetly. The girl was beautiful, perfect for him, really. So you tried to force your smiles to be of sugar, but it was in vain.
It's been nearly a year now, that perfect girl and Beomgyu, and you're getting used to it. You feel happy for him and the girl is genuinely a good person- at least as far as you can see. You've been wrapped up in your studies so much that you haven't been paying attention to their relationship very much. Tomorrow is spring break, though, and your friends have invited you to go out. Knowing them, they probably want to get drunk and be reckless one night before they return to their families for most of their break. The dress code had been named "black" so you formed an all black outfit that you thought was most appropriate for the situation.
You waited for your friends in the lobby of your dorm, phone to your ear and arms tucked into the loose light jacket wrapped around you. You were startled and screeched slightly when one of them softly tackled you from the back, laughing. "Heyy," You whined with a grin. You linked your arm with your friend's and you were off.
You weren't exactly the designated driver, but when four of your five friends got heavy drinks off the bat, you understood that it would likely end up as your role. You tried to party with them a little, but soon ended up sitting in a booth in the corner, half asleep with your jacket over your body. Having your eyes half shut, you couldn't quite recognize the person that walked up to you. Assuming it was one of your friends, you sighed softly. "I don't really feel like partying right now, I'm tired." You hummed and began to glance up. "Are we still doing the movie after...." You stared at the man standing in front of you, arms limp and head dipped.
"Hello." He hiccuped. He fiddled with the hem of the black button down that was hanging off his shoulders. His fluffy hair was lit up in purples and blues from the dance floor beyond. Your eyes widened, "Uh, hello?" You glanced around, wondering why he had approached you. It occurred to you then that it must be that there were no other people sitting non-threateningly off to the side. You scrambled up, both feet planted on the seat and gasped when the man started to teeter. You held out your hands in worry. His face was in the shadows but he was tall and you knew it would be a disaster if he fell. Even so, as he dipped, you attempted to break his fall by pushing yourself towards him and sticking your arms under his. He fell forward and right into you.
Your heads slammed into each other and you cried out, tears welling in your eyes. You huffed, pulling the man up onto the seat. He slumped back so his head was tilted back and resting on the top of the seat. You frowned at him and pulled out your phone to text your friends.
