✎ frat house

@✧ j. jaehyun sunwoo was more than tipsy to say the least. being deemed as the player who whiffed his shot ending with a loss for the season, he needed to get out of his head. he didn't really hold any grudges against a lot of his teammates, they had been rightfully upset with his performance. most of the jeers towards him were made half heartedly and he knew they would cease by the end of the week. nonetheless, he was going to at least enjoy one thing and that was getting wasted.

despite his state, he was stable enough on his feet to decide to get up to grab another bottle, but it wasn't without overhearing the conversation one of his teammates was having with another guy. he had seen the guy around at other parties, though he was too tipsy to remember his name. however, he was not too tipsy to recognize the words they were saying, clearly referencing him and his past. he doesn't know why this nobody knew of his past, can't trust anybody not to blab when they hear anything remotely intriguing. and of course, sunwoo being sunwoo, was not going to let this random guy he can't name talk about him without a confrontation.

"who the do you think you're talking about?" he yelled a bit too loudly, attracting a group of people's attention to the commotion. he crossed his arms, doing his best to stand his ground despite his drunken state. "I'd watch your mouth before I shove my fist down your throat, ."

@✧ k. sunwoo Despite losing this season, everyone seemed to be in high spirits, save for a few. Or maybe the basketball team just wanted to forget the fact that they had missed their chances of ever going pro and drink their sorrows away. That was the case for Jaehyun’s buddy, bitterly chugging his bottle of tequila. “Bro, calm down. you’re going to end up getting alcohol poisoning, my man,” he mumbled and clicked his tongue as he set the bottle out of reach, his friend sporting a red glow. He knew how it felt—the feeling when you realize your dreams were never coming true. He sighed and closed his eyes, feeling a buzz in the back of his head. This wasn’t the time to get simpy.

“Why didn’t he listen to me? It’s like he doesn’t trust his own teammate to win the game,” his friend’s words were nothing but slurs, but Jaehyun’s festive ways gave him adequate practice in understanding drunk college students.

“Yeah. Kid should’ve really passed it to you if he was going to up so bad. But what do you expect from someone who didn’t listen when his bros told him about his of an ex being a cheat. Pathetic little guy, not gonna lie,” he laughed, chugging his can of beer. His friend laughed, too, which was a good sign. Maybe he could finally have same actual fun.

@✧ c. beomgyu Donghyuck sputters, "Wha- No, what? Do I look like a newbie?" He is very offended right now! Even though Beomgyu is half right; Donghyuck's never personally been in this specific situation before, where there are more strangers than people he knows in a house he's never been to before. "I've smoked before," he grumbles, taking the blunt from Beomgyu's fingers and this, at least, is the part the he knows. Courtesy of weekends spent baking in Mark Lee's room for hours just to deal with everything going on in their lives. Donghyuck takes a long drag, very pleased with himself that he didn't hack up his lungs this time, and passes it back to Beomgyu. "Thanks."

He wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans and his fingers get stuck into the holes and rips before he stops that whole... thing. Donghyuck can't help fidgeting in other ways, like his leg bouncing, or playing with the carpet when he leans back on his hands, waiting for the high to kick in.

Now would have been the perfect time for him to remember exactly /why/ he only ever gets high with one person (the same person that's been his friend since they were in diapers and therefore cannot think any lesser of Donghyuck than he already does). That way Donghyuck would be able to make his escape before he does something even more embarrassing than begging on his hands and knees. But of course, he's too focused on acting "cool" that he doesn't remember at all.

@✧ l. donghyuck It is a puzzle to Beomgyu how he has such a small group of friends, and yet still manages to be the one who is being approached by the most people. This guy beside him in particular thinks he’s /cool/ . . . whatever that meant. Was begging on one’s hands and knees on the floor considered cool? Beomgyu simply didn't want the scene to worsen even further than it already had been — passers-by and onlookers were looking at them with side-eyes and confused looks on their faces, it was enough to put the both of them to shame.

And so, out of pity for another /cool/ pal, Donghyuck’s now stuck with him in this rather . . . awkward situation (much like an unkempt wet dog sitting alone underneath the rain, to Beomgyu’s own amusement). With smoke coming out from cigarettes and other all sorts of inhalants, Beomgyu's lungs are itching for a drag as well — part of it being him wanting to divert his attention elsewhere because the other guy’s shiftiness is making /him/ shifty. As Beomgyu’s about to take a breath in, he nearly chokes at Donghyuck’s question, and faces him with a crude smile.

“Haha,” he mimics, and lets silence linger between them for a moment before he sighs. “Of course you did. You seem like you’re new to this— aren't you? And you, wanna try doing this with /me/, of all people— y’know what? Nevermind. Here,” defeated, he hands over his burning cig. “Breathe in slooowly, ‘kay?”

@✧ c. beomgyu As he sits on the floor with several other students in the basement of some frat house Donghyuck tells himself that this is still a good idea. It’s a great idea, even! He’s at a cool party with cool people and no, he did not beg on his hands and knees to be a part of it. He was invited by Choi Beomgyu - who is also /very cool/ in Donghyuck’s opinion - thank you very much. And if he did, on some off chance, happen to plead with Beomgyu to let him come along a few hours earlier, it wasn’t on his hands and knees and it was a very /cool/ pleading.

Donghyuck tries not to have a mini heart attack when the basement window is propped open and a girl a few seats away lights up, and he must have been distracted for too long because the room is full of cloying smoke now and oh, God, he can’t do this- Yes, he can! (And it would be too embarrassing to flake out now.) It’s only now that Donghyuck realizes he didn’t bring his own ing weed to a weed gathering (that’s what they call it, right?). He turns to Beomgyu next to him, pretends he isn’t still nervous to even look at the guy, and (very smoothly, yes, definitely) says, “Haha. I forgot mine, um, yeah. Can I take a hit?”