wanderlust for love [2won / hyungwonho fanfic]

Chapter 12

"Yes!" I moan, dropping my head back on the table with a loud thud. 

"It's all so confusing," I say, my voice muffled. "I don't know what I want or what he wants or what I should even do about all of this." 

I've been so scared to even consider it, to think of how badly this could end, so this is my first time really thinking about it. 

"Well, honey, I'd start with a drink. I bet you didn't know that a bit of alcohol is extremely gifted at unveiling those hidden thoughts you can't seem to figure out so hidden in your brain that the logic part of you can't access it. It's also incredibly stupid, and I wouldn't recommend making any rash decisions while it's got you, but it really is good at helping you to find out how you feel nonetheless."

I slowly lift my head. 

What have I got to lose? There's nothing here to be in my way; no parents, no school in the morning.. nothing.

So before I think better of it or consider the consequences it could have, I grab the drink, tip it back, and bottoms up.

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"And so can you believe what I said next? He said, he said," I stop to take another swig, oops,  I mean a chug, of my shot. 

Evan stares at me with glassy-eyed wonder. 

"What?" he asks, leaning towards me, his voice slurred.

"He said he didn't even have a car!" We both bust out laughing. I pat his knee in laughter. It's just so funny! Laughing is just so fun when you're with your friends! Yes! And Evan! Is definitely my best friend in the whole world!

Evan laughs so hard he falls into my lap, smelling like fun! And booze... but that also smells like fun right now too!

I hug his laughing frame.

"Wow, Won," I hear him say through my curtain of bliss. "You're so cool!"

I laugh. Cool. What a weird phrase. Calling someone cold is an insult, but cool is good? How strange.

"Thanks!" I bite back a hiccup, smiling. "You're cool too... I think." I giggle at my own wittiness. I should be a wonder to the world, with how smart I am! I am the world's smartest person! I deserve an award!

The world feels so far away and I'm just so happy! So happy that I barely even notice when Evan leans forward, planting a sloppy kiss on my mouth.

Woah woah woah. Either my reflexes are slow, or my heart is, because it takes me a second to kiss him back. Why wouldn't I kiss him back? My heart feels so free. My heart said to ride the freedom on the wings of a multi-colored phoenix to happy land! And Evan's lips are the wings!

I want to kiss him back, but with all this talk of freedom, my mouth just wants to sing about it! Singing is so fun! And my voice can sound so pretty when I move it up and down... 

I demonstrate it a little bit for Evan, but he must not like it that much, because he just goes back to kissing me. 

Evan's hands frame my sides. It feels weird all of a sudden... all cold and sticky. I look down and seeing my bare skin all wet, I... wait... where's my shirt?

I look around clumsily for my shirt, which must of just fallen off or something, because I'd never just take it off like that or anything, but Evan drops his lips onto mine again. 

I want to fall into it like before, but something is starting to feel off. 

I tap on his chest, asking him to let me up, but his lips just deepen in intensity. I make a noise deep in my throat, panicking a bit, when he finally listens.

"Thanks, " I murmur, smiling again now that my best friend in the whole world Evan has returned again!

He smiles back, then snatches off his shirt too, going back to kiss me again. 

Wait, what?

My limbs feel submerged in water. I try to push him off, but his weight, but it's too domineering. 

Then all of a sudden, faster than a drunk or not even drunk brain can comprehend, I hear a growl, and Evan suddenly slides off of me. 

My eyes finally focus, just in time to see Wonho.

Panting and angry, but Wonho just the same. Wonho, with a fistful of Evan's shirt in is hand, Evan's body elevated and pushed against a wall. Wonho, his fists slamming into Evan's face over and over again.

It takes a while, but seeing the blood from his nose, the screaming Minhyuk being held back by Shownu, the horrified expression on everyone's face, the thought 'this is isn't right' breaks through the fog, and wakes me up.

What do I do? What can I do?

Still drunk, I do the only thing that I can do. 

I stumble towards them, my only thought to stop him, to stop all this, it's wrong.

I make my way to them. "Wonho, stop," I yell drunkenly. "Please, stop!"

I grab at his elbow, pulled back to punch Evan again.

Instead of stopping like I thought he would, like the Wonho I knew would, he looks back at me with such a ferocious expression I freeze, my grip on him staying, then he throws his elbow back at me, it aimed sharply at my chest, disengaging my grip on his elbow and throwing me to the ground.

Still filled with alcohol and shocked as possible at Wonho's reaction, I clumsily fall onto a glass table, it falling and shattering, surrounding me with glass.

I gasp in pain, looking down at my arm. A cut about 6 inches long and deep is bleeding on my forearm. 

Wonho looks back at me, his eyes clearing, becoming apologetic the longer he looks at me.

Those eyes, so sorry, are the last thing I remember before I pass out.