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"Does he know San?" Wooyoung asked defensively. The least he wanted was to spend yet another nightmare next to the mentioned guy.

"I doubt. He's a nice guy."

"Come on! I told you he said it's gonna be quiet" Yeosang persuaded. And that was it for Wooyoung.

He can't bring himself to say no to Yeosang.

Rolling his eyes he groaned. "I hate you." He moaned before he dragged his feet to his closet, ignoring the infuriating giggles that filled his background.

After successfully convincing him to move along, Yeosang pulled him towards Jongho's car, the younger waving in genuine surprise.

"Damn, almost forgot your face," he snickered before motioning for the older to hop in.

"Love you too Hoe," he grimaced, face screaming pun intended.

The ride was silent from Wooyoung's perspective. If you ignore the subtle flirtation happening in the front row seats.

But all three are used to that.

The car got parked way sooner than the first year would hope to. He wasn't ready. Didn't prepare himself entirely.

"Get out, bish" Yeosang whined when he took more than 5 seconds to open the car door.

Huffing for the nth time Wooyoung let himself be lead to the door, feeling slightly doubtful about his choice to follow. The music was so loud he could feel the vibrations from outside.

Yeosang fiddled with his phone before he turned around to give them a smile. "Yunho'll open the door" he winked.

And Yunho did open the door.

But that was not the problem.

The living room was fully. packed. with. bodies.

In fact there were so many people Wooyoung couldn't even tell where the wall ended and where the floor started.

All three, naturally, stood frozen by the door, jaws dropped. Wooyoung would spit accusations only if Yeosang didn't mirror his own shock.

"Well, come in!" Yunho shouted over the overpowering music; smile wide and welcoming.

Loud music. Dim lights. Bodies moving in sync to the heavy bass, laughter spilling from every corner. It wasn't Wooyoung's scene, but somehow, of course, he was here.

Blame Yeosang. Or Jongho. The idiots who decided to drag him out tonight.

He hadn't even been at the party for ten minutes before he spotted him.

Choi San.

Wooyoung hissed before he turned to the couple. "I thought he wouldn't be here!" He cried out.

"How am I supposed to know San knows Mingi?" Yeosang defended with a shrug.

"Oh? San and Mingi are best friends." Yunho scratched his head in confusion. Every single soul knows that, or so he thought.

"I swear I didn't know!" Yeosang was quick to point out, knowing how Wooyoung must have looked at this.

"I'm going to the bar" The younger squinted his eyes at Yeosang, hoping his dissatisfaction was evident on his face.

He tried to not roll his eyes when he heard Jongho ushering Yeosang to dance with him.

So typical.

His attention wavered from the multiple alcoholic bottles on the table to San.