booty | y.jh + c.sc (REVISING)

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Solo Cups & Unexpected Heroes

Seungcheol grabs Jeonghan's wrist, dragging him all the way to the front door of the house the party was being thrown at.

"Nooooo," He whins, elongating the word and pressing down on his heels to try to stop Seungcheol in his tracks. Jeonghan really didn't want to go to this party, even if he had agreed to it.

"Stop whining. The sooner we get in there, the sooner I can talk to Boo so he doesn't feel lonely, the sooner we can go back home. Simple as that."

Jeonghan pouts, but reluctantly lets Seungcheol drag him through the front door into the eye of the storm. Jeonghan is almost positive over half the kids that came to this party were all trying to squeeze into one room because once he was dragged to the outskirts of the commotion, after being rubbed all over might he add, there is almost no one standing away from the living room.

Seungcheol lets go of his wrist, looking at him. "I'm going to find Boo. He's probably where the booze is so I guess I'll go search the kitchen first. You can stay here or come..." He raises his eyebrows, questioning Jeonghan.

"I'll stay. I can actually breath over here and I'm not too keen on squeezing my way through all those people." Jeonghan leans back against a nearby wall and starts picking at his nails. Nervous habit.

"Okay well I'll be back, hopefully with Boo. Don't leave this spot and don't let some cute guy drag you off.." Seungcheol squints his eyes at the other boy, almost challenging him.

"Whatever you say, mother." Jeonghan smirks and Seungcheol rolls his eyes in return. Seungcheol then stalks off as Jeonghan watches him shimmy his way through the crowd until he disappears halfway through.

"God be with him." Jeonghan sighs and turns back to his nails, chipping away the last remaining nude paint that was left on some of them.

'What color should I do next?' He thinks to myself. 'I'm not really into bright colors so maybe like a pale pink or an off whi-'

In the middle of his train of thought, someone knocks into him, shoving him to the ground. Jeonghan lands on his butt with an 'oomph' and lifts his head to look at the culprit.

"Oh my bad, I didn't see- Hey, you're kinda cute." The stranger smiles at Jeonghan, extending his hand for him to take.

Jeonghan shoves it away, using the wall to get himself upright again. He furrows his brows before looking at the . "Kinda? And why is that your first response after knocking me on my ass?"

The mysterious man's eyebrows raise, obviously surprised by Jeonghan's comment and question and then he cracks a huge smile before chuckling. Jeonghan's eye's squint. 'The fucker actually chuckled.' He thinks. He frowns, wanting to punch him in his perfect teeth.

"Well. Did you not like my 'kinda' comment? And you're right. I'm sorry for barreling into you. I'm Kim Mingyu. You are?" Mingyu extends his hand to Jeonghan for a second time, expecting him to shake it or something.

It seemed like Jeonghan's face was going to freeze with a frown on it. He didn't take Mingyu's hand. He looked back down at his nails, continuing to chip the polish away. "Not important." Jeonghan replied, answering Mingyu's question.