🌸 metanoia ⇏《seungjin》

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❝ I promise you that it'll be really fun! ❞

❝ That's what you said about pouring syrup all over Mister Hong's office chair last week, and we all know how that ended.❞

❝ Come on, Seungmin! It's my birthday. Do it for me. Please? ❞

❝ ...Fine. But you're buying me bubble tea everyday for a week.❞

❝ Deal.❞

Agreeing to Felix's foolish birthday wish was a mistake. I should have listened to the more rational part of my brain that yelled at me about how this was such a stupid idea and that I should just stay at home and watch re-runs of The Heirs, but my stupid mouth ran of its own accord and landed me into this mess.

"Timber!" A gruff voice shouted out, a loud thud following his statement. I untentionally cringed when the body hit the floor. I turned my head around and, along with most of the people around me, merely gazed at the limp body of Kunpimook Bhuwakul (more commonly known as Bambam) that was sprawled over the dark blue carpet of Bang Chan's living room.

A few people cheered and hooted as if passing out on someone's living room floor because of severe alcohol intake was something to be proud of (which, to high school students, I guess it was).

Soon enough, everyone returned to what they were previously doing before Bambam's fall. I spotted a couple of guys come over to check on him, the familiar faces of Kim Yugyeom and Jeon Jungkook arriving in the peripheral of my vision. They lowered themselves into a crouching position, poking and prodding Bambam's unmoving body, drunken chuckles escaping their lips.

I averted my gaze to the cup of cherry soda in my hand as a Blackbear song blasted through the large speakers, the volume turned up so high that you could hear the song even from two blocks away. It's a wonder we weren't deaf yet, but then again, we were teenagers-- even if we were deaf, I doubt we'd even care (or notice) as long as the party went on.

Multiple bodies slick with sweat mashed and melded together as everyone danced to the beat and drank their worries away for the night, turning a blind eye to the rest of the world and everyone else's problems.

This is stupid. Where the hell are Felix and Jisung?

Sighing tiredly, I raised my cup to my mouth, about to take a huge gulp of cherry soda, only to have the red paper cup snatched away from my grasp rudely.

"I didn't know that honor student Kim Seungmin drank alcohol." Wang Jackson teased lightly, my cup in his right hand. I internally groaned in irritation at his unexpected (and unwelcomed) entrance. "I wonder what kind of drink you like."

He ran his eyes over my body, seeming to ponder something in his tiny brain. "Scotch, maybe. You look like a scotch person."

A scotch person? Is that even a thing?