sotc: white night by nct 127

PRESENT; SONG RESIDENCE; SAT. DEC. 09:25 PM

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JEONG YUNHO DOESN'T REALLY WANT TO BE HERE ANY LONGER. Beer bottle in hand, he lazily tips it over his lips and slightly cringes at the loud sound of chatting students buzzing around his eardrums. His best friend San is by his side, looking a lot less natural than he does, his fingers clenching around his own bottle in a death grip.

Yunho fights the urge to sigh. Underneath the strobe lights, he watches the reserved, anxious shell his closest friend had left behind, and his throat slightly constricts. Memories of what had happened a year prior briefly brush over his thoughts before he's wrapping his arm around San's shoulders, flashing him a warm smile.

"Enjoying the party?" He asks even though he knows San isn't in the slightest, especially when his lips are in this downward curve and his eyes keep on staring at the floor.

He sighs — out loud this time —and gently pokes San's rib. "Hey, San?"

San watches him, his grey locks almost falling into his eyes. With his dark, baggy attire and closed-off demeanor, he resembles the best friend Yunho knew so well since his childhood years less and less.

"You should cheer up, okay? Drink up and have fun. That's what people do at parties," Yunho urges, gently poking San once again.

"Fuck," San curses. His eyebrows knead, facial expression visibly distressed. "I. . .I know I should, Yunho. . . But, it's so hard to do so. I. . .I think I should leave."

And with that, Yunho immediately wants to object. One of the main reasons he's here is for San to loosen up and enjoy himself for once instead of cooping himself up in his room during the weekends and letting his thoughts eat him raw. And Yunho knows once San leaves he'd have to leave right after, especially since it took a lot of talking on his part to get San's Dad — as well as San himself, to be honest — to agree to them going to this party in the first place.

And not to mention, there's another reason why he needs to be here right now.

So Yunho holds his friend in place. "San, you can't. Not right now."

"Why?" San asks.

"It's barely been an hour since we got here," Yunho reasons, "At least let's hang out with some of our friends first. I think they're gathered at the front lawn — "

At that moment, someone new shows up in front of them with another male. He's got sky blue hair that matches incredibly well with his bright and bubbly persona. As soon as Yunho spots him, he waves, a relieved yet excited grin stretching across his face.

"Hongjoong!" Yunho greets the male, briefly nodding at the pretty blond haired boy standing next to KIM HONGJOONG. San stiffens further next to him. "Didn't expect to see you here! Well, at least not right now."

"Of course you wouldn't, we don't talk that much," Hongjoong retorts. It's a harmless joke, so Yunho only laughs, really happy to see him.

Hongjoong's smile broadens when he sees San, and Yunho stares at his best friend, hoping he won't clam up.

"We have the same art class, right?" Hongjoong questions San, tilting his head in a way that reminds Yunho of a questioning puppy.

San only nods.

"Well," Hongjoong gestures to the blond beside him, "this is my boyfriend JUNG WOOYOUNG. He told me he really likes your artwork. You know, the one you got first place on during that contest held two months ago? I really liked it too."

Yunho nods at their words, remembering vividly how he had to get San out of his shell by persuading his friend to turn in his art (a beautiful piece of scenery by the mountains) because of how breathtaking the whole painting turned out to be. He can't ever forget the small smile San had on his face after he'd won. He also remembers shortly congratulating the second place winner as well, the male's surprised gaze meeting his as a result.

"Yes," he adds, grinning at San whilst the shorter only stares at his beer bottle, incredibly shy, "it turned out really amazing."

This time, Wooyoung speaks up, his pink tinted lips forming a friendly grin. His words are cotton candy sweet. "We'd really like to talk more with you guys. A couple of juniors are gathered by the pool area, playing a few rounds of Truth or Dare. Would you two like to join us?"

"'Course," Yunho begins. He's about to say more when a certain someone passes the group of four and saunters into the kitchen, catching his eye almost immediately. "I — " he looks at San, "You three can go, I'll join you guys."

San's eyes widen. "Yun. . ."

"Hey, they're nice people," Yunho whispers into the shorter's ears. "At least, from what I heard anyways. Don't worry — they don't bite. I'll head over soon."

"What's keeping you from coming with me now?" San's voice is frantic.

If there's one thing Yunho's learnt over the months, it's that he's a good liar. So when he lies to his best friend and tells him he only needs more drinks, he feels but a trace of guilt.

San believes him, reluctantly leaving with Hongjoong and his boyfriend.

When he's alone, Yunho looks up, staring at the boy that's been constantly consuming his thoughts since the beginning of last year. They'd never actually talked before — mostly because Yunho's never gathered the courage to make the first move, so instead of words, stares were occasionally shared between the two of them. And God, the minimal contact keeps driving him crazy, he just finally wants to actually talk to PARK SEONGHWA like a normal person for once.

So, he takes a final sip of his drink and steps into the kitchen, closer and closer to the lone beautiful guy. Yunho's been observing him enough to know how much he keeps to himself, of how little friends he has. Just like how he dresses in school, he's donned in mostly dark clothing, the red stringed choker around his neck doing him wonders.

The taller male gulps once Seonghwa's eyes meet his — those same deep brown eyes lathered with eyeliner that made him stutter his compliment regarding the shorter's artwork two months ago — but Yunho forces himself to keep walking.

"Uh — Hi," he greets, standing next to Seonghwa. His palms are incredibly clammy once he places his nearly empty glass bottle on the kitchen counter.

"Hi. Jeong Yunho. . .is it?" Seonghwa asks, and Yunho's heart stutters at the fact that the shorter knows his name.

"Uh. . . Yeah," he chuckles, hoping he looks calm and collected enough, "and you're Park Seonghwa."

At this, a pretty smile breaks through Seonghwa's face, and soon Yunho's thoughts are rid of everything that isn't the dark haired male standing in front of him.

Ten minutes later and he and Seonghwa are exchanging heated kisses under the bathroom's hazy lights, the former oblivious to the secret knowing gazes shared between Hongjoong and Wooyoung at the pool.

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a/n: thoughts?