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01zfan · 28 days ago

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part one: halloween night | l. sh

music major!sohee x reader | 2.6k words

contains: suggestive content

taglist: @https-yeonjun, @soheefleurs, @melobin, @naa-ri7, @antoncore, @jvngw0nlvr, @hcluvie, @secretiny

Sohee was spending another night cramped on his small loveseat watching anime. His feet dangled over the edge while his head uncomfortably laid on the other side. In between the episodes of Naruto Shippuden he could hear Amsterdam settle into another night of partying. People walked by his off campus housing screaming with joy and yelling at the top of their lungs. If he craned his neck just the right way he could see between the curtain and the window to watch flocks of people his age head towards the parties. Shiny shirts that reflected the light from the lampposts and heeled shoes that clicked across the pavement. Sohee stretched his hands and feet out before settling back into the same uncomfortable position.

Here the weekend never seemed to matter much, every night there was unlimited opportunity to have fun. Sohee learned quickly that nightlife here was vastly different than nightlife back home. Even if he lived in the most populous province in South Korea it was hard to have access to the clubs and bars unless you were of age, or very open to the possibility of getting into alot of trouble. Sohee wasn’t unpopular by any means, he just wasn’t a fan of the bars and clubs or crowded house parties. More often than not, him and his friends would spend their weekends monopolizing an area at PC Cafes or occupying the living room of someones house.

But Sohee wasn’t back home. He was very far away across the universe studying abroad for his degree. Here there were no places to sit at a computer and waste your night away, and he had no friends to spend his weekends with. The closest thing Sohee had to a friend was Anton, his “roommate”. He used the word loosely when referring to the elusive Sound Engineer major who he shared a sleeping space with. Anton was gone a majority of the time, between classes—and the underground house music scene he was somehow involved in—Anton would mainly only be here in the early morning hours to sleep briefly before jetting off to his next outing.

Sohee didn’t mind, he swears he doesn’t. Anton was clean and minded his business. Talking with Anton was the only chance Sohee really got to speak Korean outside of talking to his parents and they had the semi-tradition of going out to Koreatown and seeing if anything tasted like home. They were able to get over the awkwardness of Sohee walking in on Anton making out with a girl on the loveseat. They had a mutual understanding of eachother, sometimes on the rare occasion Anton would even stay in and watch anime with him despite knowing nothing about it.

He doesn’t have a nightmare of a roommate and he is eternally grateful, but Sohee also swore he would make friends here. He remembers telling his mom as she pinched his cheeks and wished her son wouldn’t leave home without explicitly saying it that he would make friends. He would study hard and get his degree but go out too, live the life of a student studying abroad. He swore he would do all the things his age mates did, go out to bars and speak loudly on the street. But after a particularly traumatizing event at the Red Light District, Sohee opted for quiet nights to himself. Even when Anton begged him to come out—even when he promised to not step foot towards the Red Light District—Sohee continued to stay holed up inside of his flat.

But to pat himself on the back he wasn’t a complete hermit. Anytime Sohee felt guilty about his nth night in the row of only leaving his place to go to class he would remind himself he did make it outside a few times. When Anton would beg particularly hard or when Sohee was feeling particularly adventurous they would take on the city together. Anton was well connected, always knowing about all the functions happening at any given time. He would always text Sohee with the latest and hottest parties of the night, saying he absolutely couldn’t miss it. Once it was that illegal party in the dark corner of Oosterpark, another time it was that house party in Flower Market. The latest party was the place across the bridge, where Amsterdam started to turn into the suburbs that surrounded the major city. Each time Anton would end up separating from Sohee, and he was pushed to the outskirts of the party standing in the corner like a loser.

(Except that one time when Sohee had a little too much to drink and he ended up on top of a table dancing surrounded by people on much stronger substances than him—but he doesn’t talk about that.)

Sohee entertains the idea of going out tonight for a second. He thinks about meeting Anton at whatever function he was at now while still laying horizontally on top of the sofa. He looks at his phone face up on the coffee table. If Anton texted him he would have no idea. His phone automatically went to the Do Not Disturb mode at 10:30 PM. The mark of an early riser, when in reality he just needed an excuse to not see Anton’s texts.

He debates on reaching for his phone, it’s right there. Less than an arms length away. But then Sohee remembered he would have to get up from his spot on the couch, he’d have to inconvenience Anton by asking for the address, and he’d either walk or bike there. He was already here in bed, so comfortable and watching Kushina tell Naruto what really happened when the Nine Tails attacked the Hidden Leaf Village.

Just when everything was about to make sense, Sohee watched his phone screen light up and heard it begin to vibrate on the counter. He was unbothered as he glanced towards it first, certain that it was Anton bypassing the Do Not Disturb function to tell him the party was getting interesting. But when Sohee didn’t see the picture of Anton take up the space on his phone and he saw your name at the top of his phone, he immediately sat up. Still horizontal on his couch he stared down at his phone like it was a ticking bomb. His phone continued to vibrate, moving slightly and showing clearly that it was you calling him.

Sohee didn’t know what to do. His hand was still sticking straight out awkwardly towards his phone. He sat up completely in his seat while his phone still vibrated in the same spot. Two more rings and you’d be sent to his voicemail.

He reaches for the remote the same time he reaches for his phone. He slides that green circle across his screen.

For a moment it’s complete silence. Neither of you say a thing. It’s only Minato and the sound of people yelling outside.

“Hello?”

Sohee sits up on the couch completely, pointing the remote at his television to pause it.

“Hi.” Sohee says.

Although he can only hear your faint laugh on the other end of the line, he can see your lips curling into a small smile so vividly.

After you laugh Sohee forgets that it’s his turn to speak, too caught up trying to imagine where you are.

“Sorry for calling. It’s just that Anton told me you don’t reply to texts after 10:30.” You say.

“That’s not true,” Sohee shakes his head like you can see him. “He’s just being dramatic.” He says.

“You’re right. He is very dramatic.” You laugh again.

Sohee leans forward to put his elbows on his knees and smiles to himself. He an already feel the heat blossoming across his cheeks.

Thank God he’s alone.

“Oh yeah.” Sohee nods in the solitude of his living room when you pause mid-sentence. “The reason I called is that I wanted to ask if you remember when you told me about all the party games you played back home.”

Of course Sohee remembers the games he showed you. There was the Titanic Game, Baskin Robbins 31, the Sense Game, the Apartment Game that you especially took a liking to. Sohee and Anton spent the night in a fancy residential home in Oud-Zuid teaching everyone how to play Korean drinking games. That night was one of the few times Sohee wasn’t a complete recluse at a party. He was a natural at the games and had an upper hand, one that made you two partners and glued at the hip for the rest of that night. There was no way Sohee could forget how you two sat side by side on the fancy woven carpet in the spacious living room as he slowly explained the rules to you while Anton projected his voice.

“Yeah.”

Another pause. Sohee thought about the excited look you got in your eyes and how you instinctually went in for a hug when you two ended up winning one of the games.

“Well I’m going back home soon and I was thinking about showing some of my friends those games you showed me.” You said.

Your words transmitted through the speaker on the phone, but Sohee thought he was hearing things. You sounded far away, you sounded like you were leaving. The semester wasn’t over for another three months, and even then many students stayed in the area to continue summer studies. The academic year was far from over, so what could you have possibly meant from soon? Does he have the right to pry?

“They’re alot of fun.” Sohee says quietly.

Silence again. Does he have the right to pry? Does he have the right to ask why you’re going home instead of staying here? Does he hear a party on the other end of the line and you shushing people before your words come out again through the speaker clearly?

“Yeah.” You reply.

When there’s a third bout of silence, Sohee no longer looks at the floor. Something settles over him as he looks at the frozen frame of Minato on his television.

“Sohee.” You said suddenly.

Sohee perks up and his hand starts picking at his knee. He picks up on the nervous edge to your voice even through the satellites and electrical signals that trap your voice in his phone.

“Yeah?” He asks.

“Do you remember that night when you showed me that one game we played,” Sohee instinctually leans further into his phone at the sound of your voice getting significantly lower. “Where it was just us?”

Sohee’s throat is dry at the thought of it. That night when the host decided that it was too late for everyone to make the trek home and everyone was far too intoxicated you and Sohee ended up in the same room by a twist of fate. Three sleeping drunk people crowded on the guest bed while Sohee volunteered to take the floor next to the couch you ended up winning in a game of rock, paper, scissors. The alcohol from losing too many games buzzed in his system when you reached your foot over the edge of the couch to wake him up. Sohee wasn’t able to fall asleep in such an unfamiliar place, he imagined you felt the same way until he saw how your eyes were low from sleep.

“Do you have any other games?” You whispered.

Sohee was more awake than ever when he found himself seated next to you on the couch. Anton and his classmates tossed and turned on the bed while Sohee’s attention was all on you. He was locked into the way your breath fanned his face and the way you whispered right into his ear that there was another game you two could play. The game was juvenile, admittedly two young adults should never be playing a game where you two touch eachother slowly and quietly while people sleep on the other side of the room. But Sohee didn’t complain when he was able to put a hand on the thigh that was brushing against his all night and slowly work his way upwards. He knew he was playing the game right when your quiet breathing got a little faster and you held him a little tighter. Sohee didn’t want the game to be over when you grazed your lips against his. You were so close but so far away, Sohee could feel the heat from your breath inside of his mouth. Sohee couldn’t forget how the game was cut short when Anton shot up in bed when he had a dream about his very real exam that was happening in less than three hours. He was dragged out by his roommate reluctantly as they hauled into a way too expensive Uber back to their flat.

He could never forget. Even if the rest of the night was a blur after that one round of the Apartment Game, Sohee could never forget the way your hand held his face when you pulled him in close.

“Yeah. I rem—”

“Do you want me?”

Sohee sputtered with the middle of his sentence at your abrupt question. He laughed nervously for a second, waiting for you to break the tension. But the other side of the line was silent as Sohee drowned in the sound of static and the feeling of his sweaty palms.

“What?” He finally asked.

“Sorry. I just. I just feel like we’ve been playing this game of chicken, ya know? And I won’t be here this time tomorrow. So. I thought I would just ask. For some clarity.” You said.

Sohee found comfort in the fact that you seemed antsy too. You stumbled through your words, you almost seemed caught off guard that you asked the question. Sohee remembered the smile you had on your face that night in Oud-Zuid, and how sweet your laugh was when he said something funny. You wouldn’t be here tomorrow, and he would be on this couch on the opposite side of town thinking about you.

“I want you.” He said.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah.” Sohee watched his television go to standby mode. He no longer was in the mood to watch the show. He needed to be where you were. He got up from his seat on the couch and walked towards his door, patting his pockets as he looked around for his wallet. “Where are you?” He stuttered.

“I’m at—”

When you should’ve been saying the address directly into Sohee’s ear your phone dropped from the call completely. Sohee was left wide eyed listening to the three resounding beeps of a cellphone call ending. He pulled his phone away from his face in shock, looking at the two minute and thirty-three second conversation that was cut about six seconds too short. Where Sohee needed to go was lost in the void of phone speakers and satellites, floating around for all of eternity instead of swimming around in his skull. He was dumbfounded, even said a dramatic no, no, no as he frantically went back to your contact. When he pressed your number and brought the phone to his ear he only heard the automated voice of your mailbox.

Sohee repeated the process again.

Then again.

The third time it sunk in that something was preventing him from seeing you. A big bad force beyond his mortal comprehension, someone all the way back home must’ve had his straw doll, poking a needle right through his heart.

He had his jacket on, his keys and wallet in his pockets and the memories of you on the sofa in his mind. He needed to come up with a plan.

Unfortunately, that plan lead him straight to him and Anton’s Message History.

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01zfan · 21 days ago

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part two: throwback | l. sh

music major!sohee x reader | 8.8k words

the party that takes place on the 14th of august at giselle's house in oud-zoid.

contains: making out, a little bit of hand stuff, other people are in the room sleeping. other idols mentioned for world building purposes

taglist: @http-yeonjun, @soheefleurs, @melobin, @naa-ri7, @antoncore, @jvngw0nlvr, @hcluvie, @seokiebin, @snowyseungs, @catawin, @soheecore, @byeonwooseokabs, @nakam00t, @area127, @bubbletaeq, @allyloops, @osakhee, @ikisswonbin, @sftsohee, @seungheartyou, @kingsoowolves, @gacktsa, @niinaspeaks, @katarinaablu, @kkumistars, @dearmyouth, @leeloostayhere, @huan9jun, @bingbonghyuck

Sohee was laying in his bed when Anton came in. The door slamming shut caused Sohee to pull the notification tab down on his phone. 9:56PM was incredibly too early for Anton to be home. Usually this time of day Anton would be pregaming at his friends house, or already be at some party. He heard Anton go into his room first, the sound of his door closing and the sound of him looking for something crossed through their shared walls. Things hit the ground with a dull thud and for a second Sohee was worried they were getting robbed. Sohee left the door unlocked after Anton forgot his keys one too many times, and knowing his luck their could be someone ransacking their home thinking no one was here.

Sohee paused the show on his phone and sat up in his bed slightly. Right before panic was about to settle in and Sohee was about to launch fully into fight or flight mode, Anton spoke.

“Sohee!” Anton called through the wall.

Anton drug out the last syllable of his name and said it too sweetly. Sohee knew that a favor was about to be the next thing to fall from his roommates lips. Maybe getting robbed would’ve been better than this. He was silent in his bed, not moving another inch. Maybe Anton would think he was at class, or not here. But as if Anton could see through their shared wall he spoke again.

“I know you hear meeeee.” He taunted.

“What Chanyoung?” Sohee spoke just loud enough for it to go through the wall.

“Come with me to this party.” Sohee could practically see Anton pressed against his wall, ear to the plaster listening for Sohee’s response like a child. “It’s in a really fancy flat in Oud-Zoid.” He said.

Sohee knew about that place. That’s where the wealthy families and transfer students that came from money stayed. Anton had a chance to stay in housing in that area if Sohee remembered correctly. But no fancy housing or a party could take Sohee away from his bed. He shook his head first and went back to his phone.

“Not going.” Sohee said simply.

Sohee then heard more crashing, Anton’s door opening, and his roommates loud steps to his closed door. Sohee looked from his spot on the bed to the shut door. Once again he imagined Anton on the other side, waiting for the invitation to come in.

“It’s unlocked.”

Instantly, his door was open. Anton took one look at Sohee on his phone and groaned loudly. Sohee groaned back, and then Anton groaned again. Sohee didn’t know what to do about Anton sometimes. Sohee was used to being the defiant younger brother his whole life, and Anton was the responsible younger brother. He didn’t know what to do now that the roles were reversed, that Anton was the one teasing him and doing everything in his power to piss him off. Sohee found it even harder to use his hyung privilege on Anton. Authority felt weird on him, so most of the times there would be a standoff of who can be more childish.

Anton always won.

“You just spend everyday locked in this room in one of the best cities in the world.” Anton came in and sat on the edge of Sohee’s bed. He let out an annoyed sound as his body leaned towards Anton��s. “I thought you said that you wanted to go out more.” Anton said matter-of-factly.

After about ten more minutes of convincing, Sohee and Anton were heading towards a function in Oud-Zoid. Sohee followed behind Anton as he navigated the streets of Amsterdam, the twisting turns that the half-circle of a city made. Sohee kept his hands in his pockets, trying to let his roommate know he did not want to be doing this. They passed by too many groups of people already having fun that Sohee felt like he was sticking out like a sore thumb.

“Giselle is a creative.” Anton said.

Sohee hummed in acknowledgment as Anton let his steps slow down. When the two were side by side he looked to Sohee.

“She’s really into themed parties or whatever. She went to Korea recently, and came back obsessed with Korean drinking games.” Anton emphasizes his point by spreading his hands out.

His black heeled boots click against the stone walkway, Sohee’s worn tennis shoes make almost no noise at all. Their drastic difference in fashion almost makes Sohee laugh. The long black leather trenchcoat Anton wears is completely different than the light cotton jacket Sohee has on. Anton wears an all black ensemble, the shirt tucked into the pants with a belt while Sohee just put on jeans instead of the pants he wore to bed.

Sohee lengthens his stride to keep up with Anton’s large steps. They make it in front of a large residential building. Anton looks around for the numbers on the door, Sohee assumes he’s looking for Giselle’s place.

“You’re only bringing me around to play drinking games?” Sohee asks annoyed.

“Of course.” Anton sounds distracted as he looks at his phone again before pivoting and walking in another direction. “Giselle likes the games, but she doesn’t really remember how to play them. Sungchan can’t explain things for shit. Wonbin will try to rig the games to win” He answers with a laugh.

Sohee’s head is spinning at all these names he doesn’t know. He settles deeper into his pockets, looking back the way they came. A thirty minute wander around the city would definitely lead him back home. Eventually.

“So I’m here to show a bunch of people how to play drinking games?” Sohee asks.

“Yes.” Anton walks partially around the building before heading walking up to the door. Sohee doesn’t see the number as he knocks and rings the doorbell. “And you’re gonna have fun.” Anton says.

The buzzer sounds off and Anton opens the door. He leaves it open enough for Sohee to come through. they take off their shoes at the bottom of the stairs, the same place where Sohee counts ten or eleven other pairs that line the walls. They all look like a different size, and the sound coming from upstairs sounds like it’s a party indeed.

He’s already exhausted.

“How long are we staying here?” Sohee asks.

He looks up from kicking his shoes off to add to the pile to find Anton already looking up the stairs. He follows Anton’s line of sight to see you standing at the top, beer bottle in your hand as you stare down at them.

“As long as you want.” You have to speak over the sound of people cheering and groaning. Sohee sees you look past Anton to settle on him. “Who’s your friend, Anton?” You ask.

Sohee ducks his head and already feels embarrassed. He didn’t know he could be heard, he didn’t know someone was already here. Less than a minute inside and he’s already made the situation awkward. He prays you aren’t the host and he prays that you aren’t the host.

“This is Sohee.”

Anton looks behind him, and Sohee looks at his smile turned tight lipped as he silently tells Sohee to introduce himself.

“Anton talks about you so much.” Anton starts walking up the stairs and Sohee follows. “I’m surprised you’re here.” You say.

Sohee is embarrassed again at the thought of Anton mentioning him like a proud Mom. He knew that he made regular appearances on Anton’s social media, he didn’t know that he was also talking about him in real life too. But you look at Sohee like you know him personally, and he still isn’t sure if you’re the host or Giselle or both. He can only nod and reach out his hand for you to shake when the two of them make it to the top of the stairs. Anton goes into the room first and more cheers erupt.

Before Sohee can follow behind his friend you pull at the sleeve of his hoodie. Instantly you take up all of Sohee’s sights, you’re so close he can smell you and the alcohol wafting from your breath.

“Be on my team, okay?” You say with a smile.

Sohee is still shocked at you coming into his space so quickly that he can only nod. Like a switch had been flipped you go back into party mode, following after Anton and leaving Sohee’s line of sight.

Maybe he could stay awhile. He hadn’t been surrounded by his peers outside the context of class and he had someone who wanted to be on his team. Who cares if it’s a Thursday and he has an early morning class tomorrow.

When Sohee made it to the living room, he realized there was even more people than he expected. Some pairs of shoes sat at the top of the stairs, and he almost completely lost you in the crowd of people. Mostly everyone mingled, drinks in their hands as they stood in various places talking to eachother. Sohee would’ve loved to take in the beautiful layout of the apartment and the sheer size of it, but he was overwhelmed by the people sitting in the living room staring at him. Anton had already found a seat, and Sohee felt like a sore thumb. A girl sat and people made a circle around her. When she made eye contact with Sohee her head cocked to the side, a look of confusion on her face.

“Giselle, this is my roommate, Sohee.” Anton said.

Instantly the girls face lit up.

“IPad kid!” She said playfully.

Anton threw his head back in laughter. Sohee remembered the tweet clearly, Sohee was working on a sound engineering assignment when Anton took a picture of him. He captioned the tweet somewhere along the lines of his roommate being an IPad kid and it blew up.

“My reputation precedes me.” Sohee put his hands up like he was guilty of a crime.

Giselle laughed again as she went back to her phone. One of the boys in the circle looked over her shoulder at her phone too. Their faces were focused as Giselle screen illuminated their faces. They mouthed the words they were reading, pulling the phone away before going right back to reading again.

“Okay so the rules for this game are a little complicated.” Giselle starts.

The man next to her nods his head. He gives up eventually, focusing on the old music videos that play on the large flatscreen television. Sohee still stands awkwardly in front of them. He takes a step forward, trying to recall the nostalgic memories of back home and the late nights he spent with his friends playing games.

“Which game is it?” Sohee asks.

Giselle looks up to Sohee, then back to her phone.

“I am Ground?” She says.

Sohee knows that one. He smiles to himself, and before he knows it Anton is telling everyone that he knows how to play all of the games.

Sohee only has to explain for a minute before everyone gets the gist. The people playing starts off as a small group, but then when the game actually starts, the crowd doubles. Sohee notices instantly when you come and sit next to him in the circle, drink for him in your hand. He takes it with a smile, but before he can say thank you Giselle is loudly starting the game. She starts the rhythm and points to Anton, and then Anton speeds up and points to Sohee. The game continues like that, and Sohee never has to take a single drink. He has too much of an advantage, he simply nurses his beer so he can feel somewhat of a buzz as the people surrounding him get plastered.

After that game, they play Baskin Robbins 31. Giselle takes it upon herself to explain that game, but when Sohee looks to the side and sees you with a look of confusion on your face as you lean in close trying to hear her, he faces you.

“You basically have to call out three numbers getting closer and closer to 31.” Sohee says it directly into your ear to not interrupt Giselle. He watched you grip the neck of your bottle a little tighter before nodding your head. “When it lands on thirty-one, that person has to drink.” He explains.

When you turn back to him, Sohee realizes he can’t handle his alcohol. He also realizes you lost the previous game twice, and the shots and beer you continued to drink made your eyes low. You were still alert as you nodded your head, you even asked him a question about if the numbers had to ascend or if they could go down as well.

When Sungchan started the game, he only said one. He looked from side to side anxiously, a smile on his lips like he was already expecting himself to mess up the game. He point to Wonbin next to him.

“2, 3.” Wonbin said quickly.

Minjeong was next to him, she scanned the large circle of people quickly before Giselle could chide her for cheating.

“4.” She said.

Then it was Sion who went up to seven. Then Ryujin went up to ten, and Chaeryeong went to thirteen. Haechan only went to twelve, and then it was Sohee’s turn.

“13.”

“14.” You said instantly.

Anton next to you counted again, and Giselle chided someone for the second time for cheating.

“Do it fast.” She yelled.

Anton continued to go up to seventeen, and then Mark next to him went to twenty. Karina did twenty-two, Yunjin went to twenty-five. Keeho went to twenty-eight, and it ended at Giselle. She looked to Sungchan next to her expectantly, the shot already in her hand.

“30.” She smiled, handing the shot to Sungchan.

He downed it and everyone cheered. After the first game, it somehow always ended up ending on Wonbin. He was three shots deep by the time the game switched.

“Have you guys heard of The Apartment Game?”

Looking back, choosing The Apartment Game could’ve just been a ploy to get closer to you. Sohee knew it wasn’t that big of a deal that your hands rested on top of his. But he could feel how soft your palm was on top of his hand, and how you let yours rest heavy on top of his despite everyone keeping the tiniest space between their hands. It had to be a sign, and the way you said a number that was far from his had to be a sign too. He tried not to let the way you got closer to him with each round not to get to him, but you were practically leaning on him by the time the next round started. Sohee leaned into you too, and he found too much joy in the sounds you were making throughout the game. Your tiny gasps, the sounds of happiness when it wasn’t you who had to take the shot.

The apartment game was the longest one everyone played. Each time it was a different number of people playing, sometimes there was so many not everyone could move their hands before the floor was called. The more people that joined the circle the more you were pushed into Sohee. He didn’t know what to do when you let your head rest on his shoulder in between another round starting. Even when everyone’s hands were stacked differently his always ended up under or on top of yours. When both of you noticed you two couldn’t stop yourselves from giggling. The alcohol and you two sticking together like magnets made Sohee blush, and the more time you spent playing it the worst the blush became. When he made eye contact with his roommate who had bleary eyes, he could see the last bit of his sobriety stop him from pointing out the obvious. The gap between you and Sohee was gone, the signs of growing affection were becoming more and more obvious. Sohee had to silently beg Anton to look away before he focused back on the game. Karma had Sohee’s back, because within three minutes Anton was taking his nth shot of the night.

“We make a good team.” You whispered to Sohee.

Sohee was able to look at the smile on your face. He shifted on his spot to settle into you more. As if on cue, Sion started the new round. You and Sohee stuck your hands into the pile at the same time, sandwiched together again.

“We really do.” Sohee agreed.

You laughed and pushed your body against his.

After everyone got too tipsy to continue the apartment game, they split back off into the party. Anton stayed in his spot on. the recliner. Giselle went off somewhere, and you stayed close to him.

You two took turns following eachother for the rest of the night. When you exercised your bestfriend privileges with Giselle to look in the fridge for a snack you grabbed him something too. When you didn’t have anyone to talk to, Sohee was there with good conversation and stories about back home. You shared your own stories, and he found out that you two shared more in common than he ever thought. You two talked about nothing but everything, switching to different parts of Giselle’s house. You talked about your shared tendency to never leave the house in the hallway, your favorite parts about the city on the terrace. You talked about your friendships in the kitchen and then the people you failed to meet on the couch. Giselle came by with her digital camera and snapped a pic of the two of you. You were leaned on the armrest of the couch, with one of your legs draped over Sohee’s. He didn’t even realize that was the position you two fell into. He just noticed that you were incredibly warm against him, and you seemed just as confused when Giselle was finished taking her pictures.

“I really do throw the best parties.” She said to herself, like she knew something you two didn’t.

By the time Giselle was done taking pictures of her party and started calling it a night, Sohee’s throat was almost sore from talking so much. He felt cold when you got up from the couch to help herd people outside and clean up a bulk of the mess.

Sohee watched the crowd of the party dwindle down in real time. The big spills were cleaned off the coffee table and the wooden floorboards, the cards from a random games were stacked and put back into their boxes. He watched people make their way out of Giselles’ flat, saying their goodbyes and kissing her cheeks on both sides before heading down the stairs. Each time Giselle told them about the digital photos she took, how they’d be up on her Instagram soon. She continued to clean up the mess in between people leaving, and you were helping her. Watching you sort the glass beer bottles from the metal ones made Sohee want to clean up to. He grabbed paper towels and spot cleaned what he could. He knew he probably should’ve left before the alcohol got the best of his friend.

By the time the party was cleared and the only thing that remained were bags of trash for the morning, Anton was already down for the count. Stretched out uncomfortably on Giselle’s recliner, legs fully spread and his head leaning to the side. The snoring was manageable at first, but when Sohee was getting ready to bid his farewells and wake up his friend, Anton’s snores were interrupting conversations and became a subject of concern.

“Is he alright?” Giselle asked.

She was in the middle of talking to you in a conversation Sohee was not a part of. She leaned in close to you next to the refrigerator. Sohee knew he wasn’t involved in the conversation, but you two kept looking in his general direction. Sometimes Giselle would laugh and hit your shoulder, sometimes you would laugh and hit hers. It had gotten to the point in the night when it was just Wonbin staggering to the guest room holding onto Sungchan for dear life. Sohee was left to be picked apart by the two of you, mostly sober and for some reason still not ready to say goodnight.

But he needed to leave. When Giselle asked about the state of Anton he nodded his head, making his way over to Anton’s mostly lifeless body to give his shoulder a shake.

“He’s alright.” Anton didn’t react to the shoulder shakes. His head just lulled to the other side, a pause in his snores just for them to continue just as loud. “Once he’s up and moving he’ll be fine.” Sohee said.

Giselle wordlessly pointed past Sohee and Anton to her guest bedroom. Sohee followed her finger to Sungchan reemerging from the room, closing the door gently with a click.

“Wonbin is already in the guest bedroom.” Giselle tied off the plastic bag filled with aluminum cans and set it on her marble countertop. “There’s enough room on the bed for Anton.” She said.

Sohee looked to you first. You were leaned against the door of the fridge, messing with the handle like you were trying to contemplate what to do next. Sohee was just as lost, politely shaking his head before continuing to push and pull at Anton’s shoulder.

“Ah no, it’s okay.” Sohee said quickly.

He needed Anton to wake up and be on his feet immediately. But Anton only furrowed his eyebrows and settled deeper into the recliner.

“Sohee right?” Giselle looked back to you for confirmation on his name. When you nodded your head Giselle looked back to him, smile on her face as she leaned against her kitchen island. “I insist. I wouldn’t feel safe with you two stumbling through Zuid.”

Sohee shook his head again. He could spare the money for an Uber. He just wouldn’t eat for the week. That was completely alright. But Giselle was persistent, and Anton weighed a ton when he was drunk and not able to move. So Sohee and Sungchan both guided their mutual friend into the guest bedroom for him to fall on the mattress right next to Wonbin. Giselle followed with blankets, pillows, and garbage cans.

“You can take the couch. It’s more comfortable than it looks. I nap there all the time.” Giselle said.

Sohee took the blankets from her hand and thanked her sincerely. She was out of the room quickly, closing the door gently behind her after making sure Wonbin and Anton were rolled on their sides.

Sohee tried his best to get comfortable on the couch. He had more room to work with than his loveseat, he could fully stretch his body across the cushions instead of having them on top of the armrests. The cushions were softer too, and the blanket that rested over his body was softer and warmer than any comforter he’s ever had. Wonbin and Anton were as okay as two drunk people could be, breathing normally and turned to their sides for extra safety. Even if everything was as right as it could’ve been in this situation, Sohee still felt uncomfortable. He wanted Anton to be sober, he didn’t want to keep seeing the moon outside of Giselle guest bedroom window. He wanted it to be the next day already, he wanted to be at home in his bed.

He was getting ready to get up and shake Anton awake again when he heard the door slowly open.

Sohee fully stiffened on the couch. He brought the covers up to his chin and acted like he was asleep. He could hear whoever it was hesitate in the door. It creaked on its hinges as it shut slightly as you pulled it back, but then you pushed it forward again.

“Sohee.” Your voice was so light, a whisper that almost fell underneath the light snores of Wonbin and Anton. “Are you awake?” You asked.

Knowing it was you, Sohee opened his eyes and sat up a little too fast. He turned to see your head that was peaked out only slightly past the door, and your nervous hand that gripped the doorknob. Sohee could see in the light casted by the pale moon that your were apologetic, your hand reached forward like you were trying to stop him from getting up any further.

“Did I wake you?” You asked quickly.

Sohee shook his head from his position on the bed.

“I can’t sleep.” You said truthfully.

“Me neither.” He said back.

Sohee sat up fully on the couch, pushing the blankets off his body and moving the pillow out of the way. You sat down, leaving the biggest space between your bodies for the first time of the night. Sohee couldn’t help but see how nervous you were. Hands that would playfully touch him throughout the night were tucked underneath your thighs, and your eyes that looked at him unashamed were casted forward, looking at the bed.

“Your drinking games really put them to sleep.” You said.

As if on cue, Wonbin grumbled and rolled over, closer to the center of the bed. Anton did the same, and within seconds Anton had his arm slung over Wonbin’s body. Instead of waking up or moving away, Wonbin only scooted closer. Both of you laughed quietly at the sight. Sohee would’ve taken a picture to tease Anton with if you weren’t sitting so closely next to him. He didn’t want to move from the spot. He was grateful for his sleeping friend to break the tension in the air, but now it was even harder to focus. Sohee didn’t know how to transition from his friend and a friend of a friend laying on the bed together to how warm you were sitting next to him. He didn’t know how to look at you directly without a random drinking game to fake focus on. Catching your subtle looks throughout the night was easier when there was an audience, it was easier to let something unspoken brew between the two of you. But when it was just you two—and two sleeping guys cuddling on the queen guest bed—something had to be said.

Sohee didn’t know how to say it and neither did you. Both of you were looking around the room, too nervous to even have your head facing the same direction. When you’d look at Anton and Wonbin, Sohee would look out the window. When you would look out the window, Sohee would turn his head to look more in depth at the decorations of the room. Sohee spent too much time looking at the boxes of Giselle’s old projects and her desk that housed a chunky monitor.

“Your drinking games were alot of fun.” You said.

Sohee dragged his hands down his thighs. The sound of his hands against the denim was louder than your voice. He smiled gratefully, still avoiding your eyes.

“Thanks.” Sohee looked forward at the coffee table in front of you two, the glass showed him your reflection. He tried not to let his face heat up when he noticed that you were looking at him. He could feel your eyes drag across his cheek and he felt the urge to hide behind his hand. “Learned them back home.” He said.

Sohee knew he already told you that he was taught all the drinking games through various social situations in South Korea. He thought he told you about the nights of him and his friends huddled in a living room playing games with water because they didn’t have a taste for drinking. You still pushed the conversation forward, putting a hand behind his body as you leaned slightly into him.

“Where’s home again?” You asked quietly.

Your whisper fanned the side of his face. Sohee wasn’t sure if your were trying to make him too nervous to answer his question, but his mind couldn’t come up with anything. He foolishly thought of The Hidden Leaf Village, then the fact that he had never been on a couch so close to someone who he wanted to get even closer to. His mind was caught in an endless loop, and then he felt your other hand cross your thigh to rest on top of his.

“Home is.” Sohee looked at your face. He made the mistake of seeing your washed skin in the moonlight and the worried look in your blown out eyes. Nothing could’ve prepared him for how pretty you were up close, how looking at you somehow made you invade his senses even more. Your body wash replaced any coherent thought in his mind as he went back to looking at the glass coffee table. “Home is home.” He repeated.

You nodded and smiled at his comment. Sohee felt the air in the room change as you got closer. Sohee could hear you turn your head one more time to make sure Anton and Wonbin were really asleep before you leaned in again.

“Do you have any other games?” You asked.

Sohee didn’t have any other games, he laid them all out on Giselle’s living room earlier. Even if he had one, trying to explain anything would’ve been helpless. He was too busy constantly rubbing off new layers of sweat on his jeans and avoiding eye contact with you to calm his heart. He almost twitched away when he felt your fingers run down his arm before resting on his thigh.

“Well. I have one we can play.” You put more weight behind your hand and let it rest heavy on Sohee’s thigh. His habit of twitching and reacting to every one of your moves gives you confidence. Still, the brashness causes words to jumble in your head. You lick your lips as you try to remember what you want to say, the infliction that you want to say it in. “With just the two of us.” You say.

Watching Sohee try to figure out where to put his hands makes you want to guide him. But your fear of this not being what he actually wants makes you sit still. You hope that this can bridge the gap, that this can help you tell Sohee how badly you need him in the most quiet and welcoming way possible.

“What’s the game?” He asks.

“You—”

Sohee’s gaze is still locked onto the glass surface of the coffee table. You can barely make out his reflection, you can’t tell if he’s disgusted or interested. The thought of it being the former makes your heart thud. You’re sure it’s about to beat out of your chest when you bring your hand to lightly touch his jaw.

“You have to look at me first.”

That was probably the last thing Sohee wanted to hear. The game he wanted to play was contingent on him looking at you? Surely he’d lose, or die from the overwhelming feeling he got in his chest just by looking at you. Your shorts were riding higher and higher up on your bare thigh that was touching his, wasn’t that enough? He wasn’t sure he could take any more of it. But then your hand applied the lightest bit of force, and Sohee could feel your soft fingers dimple the skin on his chin. He couldn’t resist turning his head by your guiding hand, until he was looking directly into your eyes.

You took up eachother’s entire view. The moonlight illuminated the side of your face, it partially lit up the front of Sohees’. You could see his eyes were blown out, his pupils shaking like he was trying to find out where exactly to focus. The guy that was so confident, saying sly remarks during the third round of the apartment game looked like he was going to explode into clouds and smoke just looking at you. You would’ve said something snarky back to him if you didn’t feel like you were about to do the same. Why a night of getting closer and closer lead you both to avoiding eye contact in private was beyond you. What you did know was that time was running out. It would only be a matter of time that Sungchan and Giselle were done doing whatever the fuck they were doing and Sungchan would be dragging you back home. You had a game to propose, and hopefully one to play.

“If it’s too much.” You brought your other hand to the side of Sohee’s face to keep him in place. You thought you were going to burst into flames when you felt his slender fingers ghost over your waist. “Say red light.”

You watched him quickly lick his lips then swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat while he left his lips slightly parted. They looked so soft and inviting, even when they mouthed out the beginning of words Sohee was trying to find out how to say.

He only nodded.

You selfishly needed him to give you something more. Second guesses made your hands break away from his face, slinking down to his shoulders. Something about gripping the ball of Sohee’s shoulders neutral, as if you weren’t halfway into his lap already. You also needed a position that would help you play off what you were about to do, as if anything could be mistaken with how intently you were staring at his lips.

“If you don’t like it.” Your hands went down his arms, squeezing periodically all the way down. The moon felt like it was shining brighter now, and now it was you finding a reason to look away from him. “Just say red light or something, okay?” You specified.

Sohee’s eyes were big when he blinked and nodded his head quickly again. His hand rested a little heavier on your waist now, and you felt a grip come from him that you forced yourself to read as anticipation. When you scooted impossibly closer to him on the couch Sohee came forward too. Your shared weight caused the cushion to sink into the framing of the couch. You sat up and brought a hand back up to his shoulder, squeezing gently and smiling.

He smiled back, and hurriedly pushed his bangs away from his head before his hand went back to resting on your thigh. He looked down at your lips, you looked down at his. The moon was about to blow up in the night sky as you looked back to Sohee’s eyes. When you felt the lightest pull—one that even he seemed shocked by—you slowly started leaning in. Your hand left his shoulder to go back behind his body and your hand went to his thigh for stability as you turned your head to the side.

Something in you told Sohee not to close his eyes. He knew he should’ve to match yours, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He didn’t want to miss watching you part your lips, the exhale that fanned his wet lips as you got closer. He would’ve missed the sight of your hand clasping over his thigh, and the way your lips slightly puckered as they got closer. Sohee had to remind himself to close his eyes right before your lips made contact. As consolation he held your waist even tighter, until his fingers slipped underneath your shirt and wrinkled the fabric.

Your lips were too soft. They were plush against his, even if it was a simple chaste kiss Sohee was already engulfed in you. The two of you kept your lips pressed together without moving. Sohee wondered for a second if he should move, but the thought of breaking away from you made his heart ache in his chest. He would gladly just be face to face with you like this, not separating, not moving, just touching. exhales from your noses fanning eachothers sweaty faces, your hands experimentally grabbing at the other.

You only told him what to do if he didn’t like it. What was he supposed to do if he didn’t want to stop, if he wanted to go further?

“Green.” He mumbled it against your lips, the sound caught in your mouth and muddied amongst the million other stimulants in eachother’s mind.

You pulled away first, the smallest sound of your lips detaching before Sohee noticed you were already fulled leaned into him.

“What?” You asked.

Sohee looked down at your chest to see the deep breaths you were pulling in. He noticed then that he was having trouble breathing himself.

“Green.” He repeated.

When Sohee saw the word register in your mind and you nodded your head quickly he knew he was winning the game. This time your hand went to his neck to guide him in at the right angle, and you slowly moved your legs to drape over his. Sohee tried his best to fall into the place you were opening up for him. His hand wrapped around your lower back and he splayed his fingers over the side of your stomach, pulling you in closer to him. His other was on top of your mid thigh, the area that was hidden seconds ago due to your shorts. Sohee closed the distance faster now, and he turned his head the other way to compliment your head turns. He felt pride swell in his chest when he realized he was doing the right thing, and that him saying green meant you were going to move your lips against his now.

He felt your chapstick spread across his lips and cross over the perimeter. Sohee moved his lips against yours in tandem, parting them when you’d close yours and vice versa. He knew something about how he was kissing you was off, but he didn’t know how to correct it. He wanted to feel you breath hot air into his mouth, he wanted to feel your tongue and taste the remnants of alcohol and toothpaste on your tongue. Just like when you were playing games earlier in the night, Sohee got the hang of it eventually. When your hands carded through his hair and pulled slightly, parting him from your lips for you to utter quick instructions, Sohee understood. When you slowly parted your lips Sohee did the same thing this time, and turned his head to get deeper than he did before. His hands pulled at your thighs and waist to bring you closer, and you scooted into his lap without hesitation.

Your ass was sat carefully on his thigh and the couch. Sohee didn’t have time to comprehend the change in the situation. You were sat on his lap, your hands moved from guiding his movements to locking behind his head. You were entrusting him with way too much. Less than five hours ago Sohee was getting ready to waste another night away watching a show on his phone. Now here he was, making out with you on a couch in your friends guest bedroom with two people less than ten feet away. You were entrusting him too much, you were entirely too much. He had to say red light for your sake. He didn’t know if he could handle the idea of having your tongue swap spit with his, if he deserved it. He gripped you tighter despite everything in him telling him not to. When you sunk into him further Sohee knew he didn’t have the choice.

You two played entirely too well together, he knew it when you two won every game of the night. The same way you hesitated saying the final number in Baskin Robbins 31 you hesitated with your lips pressing against Sohee’s. The same way he leaped to help you then he did the same now. He closed the gap between your separate vigors, leaning his mouth forward to press against yours. He gripped you tighter and your hands when back to touching his neck and face. He felt something building up between your synced breaths. Anticipation, anxiety, something was coming.

Then you moaned. It was the lightest sound, one that was caught between your lips detaching and reattaching and Wonbin moving around on the soft bed. As soon as the sound broke, you and Sohee stilled your movements. Sohee’s eyes shot open to see yours already open, wide and in panic.

“Sorry.” You croaked.

He had to push your legs slightly forward so they were resting directly over his crotch. He knew the ache entirely too well, something that set his skin crimson red because it’s never felt quite like this before.

The way you faced him entirely didn’t let the moon hit your face, but your proximity to him made Sohee see everything. He could see your already swollen lips, the thin layer of drool that coated them. Sohee saw the flush and the sheen sweat that covered the apples of your cheeks and your forehead, and the heat radiating off of you that was sticking to his sweaty skin. You moaned for him. You moaned for him and you looked like a mess because of him.

“Don’t say sorry.” His voice was halfway gone, the end of his words made no sound at all. “No reason to apologize.” He said.

You nodded and your fingers started messing with the ends of Sohee’s hair. He felt himself holding onto the desperate sounds threatening to slip out when he felt your nails scratch at his scalp. He prayed that the shadows in this room hid the embarrassment aching in his lap and the red creeping up his neck and the tips of his ears.

When you tried resting your leg back over his lap Sohee had to subtly redirect you again. When you tried doing it a third time you cocked your head to the side slightly. Sohee tried to remain nonchalant, his hand wedged between your thighs to feel your warmth there. Your enclosed his hand perfectly, your soft skin only made that feeling even worse. Sohee watched you tip your head back at his greedy hand, and he got the insane urge to reach forward and suck at the skin at the base of your neck. He was pulled away from the sight when your neck was hidden again, your low eyes almost looked sleepy as they bored into his.

“Can we kiss some more?” You whispered.

Sohee was starstruck. You boldness fully lapped his despite you seeming more pent up than he was. Sohee barely had the chance to press his lips to yours before you poked your tongue out, running it sloppily over the chapstick you smeared there before.

Any exclamation he had, any quick green light was swallowed by you. Your mouth opened just a little wider than before, and you were letting quiet whines slip into his mouth. Everything was green at that point—the moon, the couch, him—and he was doing everything in his power to let you know that.

He should’ve been worried about the other people in the room. But the way you were kissing him, and the overall darkness and how the moonlight only seemed to shine on you two made it easy to forget anyone else was in there. When Sohee could taste the toothpaste on your tongue and the plum soju on his it was only about you two swapping whatever you could. When Sohee experimentally stuck his tongue in your mouth and you gripped him so tight your nails dug into his skin, it was all about you. And when his guard was down, and you took your chance to let your leg graze over the bulge in his pants he groaned into your mouth.

Sohee lost the game. He made the loudest sound between the two of your put together, something between a relieved sigh and a croak of a moan from everything that was pent up over the course of the night. He knew he was too far gone when he couldn’t be bothered. He was becoming greedy, when you broke away to press your hand against his dick he rutted against your palm, causing both of your bodies to move.

“Green?” You asked.

Sohee’s hand reached higher than ever, grabbing the side of your face and cradling your jaw in his palm.

“Green.” He said quickly.

You nodded as Sohee brought your face forward again to quickly bring your lips to his again. This time, it was Sohee to push his tongue into your mouth first. His hand gripped your thigh and he moved closer and closer to the heat that had you squirming on his leg. You started feeling for his dick in his pants, your hand clasped over the imprint his shaft was making. Just like true teammates, when Sohee became to distracted by your hand you picked up where he left off. You pushed your tongue into his mouth, turning your head and whimpering to let him know you were saying green a million times over in your mind. He didn’t have to say anything when he felt your hands mess with the button at the top of his jeans. You two worked together to try and push the metal button through the slit in his jeans, not wanting to break apart to get what you wanted.

Sohee blames himself for being so caught up in your teamwork to remember that you two weren’t alone. One moment it was only you in the room, then the next it was Anton shooting up in bed and letting out a sound so loud that you chomped down on Sohee’s bottom lip in surprise.

He knew that his roommate had the tendency to wake up abruptly in the night. Anton’s dad said it had something to do with the snoring, Sohee believed it had something to do with his tendency to set terrible alarms and never wake up to them. However, he would’ve never thought it’d be that bad. Anton made you spring off of Sohee’s lap and detach from him entirely, practically leaping to the other side of the couch as Anton stumbled out of bed. He was so loud that Wonbin woke up just to smush the pillow over his eyes, and it made Sungchan bound across the living room quickly with Giselle following closely behind. Everything was so quiet, with just the two of you and then suddenly everyone in the house was in the room. Sungchan poked his head through, then once he saw Anton’s shadowy figure fully standing he came in entirely.

Giselle came in behind him, closing her night gown and tying it off before reaching and turning on the light. Behind the door, the last amount of privacy, you two spent the final seconds preparing yourself to be seen by people. Sohee tried to fix his hair he could tell was sticking up in all directions, you pulled down your shirt and your shorts that had rode up. The back of your hand went across your mouth the same time Giselle peaked past the door, eyes narrowed from sleep and confusion.

“What was that sound?” She asked.

For a second, Sohee thought Giselle was talking about the moan he let slip out. Sohee looked to you in a panic and you looked to him before turning towards Sungchan and Giselle.

“He just like, made that sound.” You shrugged your shoulders, and cleared your throat when your voice was weak. “He woke us up.” You said quickly.

When you looked to Sohee for confirmation he knew it was his turn. He nodded his head and yawned, gesturing towards Anton so Sungchan and Giselle would face him instead.

“He did it out of nowhere.” Sohee continued.

Sungchan walked over to Anton, while Giselle kept her narrowed eyes on Sohee a second longer. She was too tired to do anything more about the situation. Instead she leaned against the doorframe of the wall, letting out a loud yawn and rubbed the sides of her head.

“I think this is expediting my hangover.” She grumbled.

“Anton.” Sungchan put his hands on Anton’s shoulders. He swayed from side to side slightly, but focused on Sungchan’s eyes clearly. “You alright?” Sungchan asked.

Anton nodded. Sohee watched you grab the throw pillow to put it back in the center of the couch. Without saying anything Sohee knew. He grabbed it and placed it on his lap, adjusting his pants underneath the privacy of the pillow.

“I have that assignment due in a couple hours. I have to go home.” Anton whined.

“It’s super late. Can’t you do it in the morning?” Sungchan asked.

“No.” Anton’s whiny voice caused Wonbin to sit up in the bed. He looked objectively the most out of it than everyone else in the room. His hair was sticking up in all directions, his eyes weren’t focused and barely open. He ran a hand haphazardly through his hair before looking directly forward. Sohee avoided Wonbin’s eyes as he leaned forward, looking at Anton fight another wave of intoxication.

“I already had it extended twice.” Anton reached for his wallet and keys to his flat that rested on the bedside table. “Have to get back.” He said.

Then, Anton locked eyes with Sohee. Then his eyes traveled to you on the other end of the couch. He watched the cogs turn in his roommates mind, him connecting the voices and sounds he was probably hearing in his subconscious to the two people sitting awkwardly. Before Anton could point an accusatory hand and let the tipsy words slip out, Sohee got up from the couch. He took a quick glance down before collecting all of his bearings.

“I guess it’s time to go back then.” Sohee said.

“It’s late.” Giselle emphasized.

Sohee shrugged. Anton whined again.

“I have a class in a couple hours anyways. Attendance is mandatory. It’ll be nice to get home and shower and everything. I think we can manage.” He says.

Sohee motions towards Anton and he nods, already stuffing his things into his pockets. Sungchan lets Anton go and he’s stable on his feet, if anything it’s the tiredness that causes a drag and stumble in his gait. Regardless, Anton helps Sohee find the rest of his things after only having to ask once what he is supposed to be doing, and he’s the only pulling up the walking directions back to their flat on his phone.

“Only a twenty-six minute walk.” Anton says cheerfully.

Sohee lets out a pensive sigh. His friend unknowingly cockblocked him to Hell and back, now he has to walk for twenty-six minutes, making sure they don’t get lost or robbed on the way home.

Sohee bids a farewell with everyone at the door. He realizes quickly he doesn’t really know Sungchan or Giselle. He can only tell them thank you for letting him stay and have fun at their place, and that he will make sure Anton gets home safe. He sees you last, and he realizes quickly he doesn’t know how to interact with you when there’s people around. He doesn’t know how to ask for your number, or to thank you for kissing him and showing him the best game he has ever played. He can only reach out his hand awkwardly so you can grab it even worse, something between a handshake and a fist bump. The sight causes Giselle and Sungchan to look between you two, confused before they start talking to eachother.

Sohee watches you open the door for them, and Anton already makes his way towards the parking lot. Sohee looks between his roommate and you, his priorities skewed because the only thing he wants is to take you back into the room and kiss you again. Just to prove it was real. Just to prove that you two were playing the same game.

Before Sohee can run off to follow after Anton you put your hand in the pocket of his light jacket, patting the space empty once you pull your hand out.

“Just incase you forgot something.” You say casually.

Sohee nods, and pats his pocket for safe keeping.

“Thanks.” He says.

Before you two can forget there’s other people in the world again, Sohee is called by Anton. His voice is entirely too loud for this area at this time of night, he can see it in the way Giselles’ teeth clench and Sungchans’ body freezing. Sohee has barely anytime to apologize for Anton before heading down the stairs, sparing you one last look as you smile and wave before closing the door gently.

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