“loser!” anton shouts at sungchan. somehow, a simple hang-out has turned into a mini party with games, loud music thumping in the background, and anton destroying sungchan at beer pong. not feeling up for anything active, you decide to watch the game from sungchan’s couch.
“hi.” looking up, you find wonbin standing over you.
“hey,” you respond, motioning to the empty seat next to you, encouraging him to sit.
wonbin takes a seat, leaning over with his bag of chips. “want some?”
you accept, and the two of you quietly chew away, watching the beer pong game unfold.
“sungchan sucks so bad,” wonbin remarks, breaking the silence.
“right? his aim is terrible,” you laugh, watching the tall boy frown after missing another shot .
“where’s yunjin?” wonbin asks.
you nod toward the other corner of the apartment, where yunjin, eunseok, and sohee are huddled together playing uno. “apparently, sohee brought uno, and eunseok said he was the best, so obviously yunjin had to take both of them on.”
a moment passes. hyper aware of how close wonbin is sitting, your palms grow sweaty. your cold drink suddenly feels like it’s burning your hand. desperate to shake the feeling, you get up and announce, “i’m getting another drink.”
“i’ll come with,” he says, following you into the kitchen.
grabbing the drinks sohee had picked out just for you, you hoist yourself onto the countertop. “i really like this place. i wish my apartment was like this.”
wonbin hums. “me too. i’m over here a lot. sungchan kinda hates me for it.” he moves to stand to your right, leaning against the counter.
both of you sip your drinks in comfortable silence until your gaze moves toward him.
you notice the way his long hair falls, slightly covering his ears. the way his full lips rest in a natural pout. the way his jawline is sharp yet soft at the same time. fuck, his side profile is pretty, you think.
you’re so focused on ogling that you don’t notice when he turns his head to meet your gaze.
“what? do i have something on my face? why are you staring at me?”
your face grows hot, and you quickly look away. “no, sorry. i just zone out when i’m tipsy.”
a beat of silence passes before you decide, fuck it. you take a swig of your drink and blurt out, “you have a nice side profile.”
wonbin’s lips curl into a smirk. “yeah?”
you take another sip for courage and repeat, “yeah,” before burying your face in your drink again.
wonbin laughs softly and steps in front of you. “hey, slow down.”
you lower the can from your mouth, suddenly aware of how close he’s standing—one more step, and he’d be directly between your legs. holy shit.
“no,” you reply, lifting the drink again.
amused, wonbin carefully steps closer, his hand reaching for yours. “come on, you gotta be careful.”
you sigh, letting him pull your arm away. the feeling of warmth lingering on your arms as he places your drink on the counter beside you. from this distance, you can see every detail of his face.
“you have really pretty eyes,” you blurt out, the words escaping before you can stop them. what is wrong with you today?
wonbin’s smirk grows wider. “aren’t you full of compliments tonight?”
“yeah, well, tipsy yn is nice, i guess,” you mumble, staring down at your hands.
“i disagree.” your head snaps up, ready to argue, but before you can, he continues, “i think yn is always nice.”
he moves closer, his right palm now resting on the counter on your left. “and you have pretty eyes, too,” he says softly, his face inching closer to yours.
just before anything more can happen, seunghan strides into the kitchen, heading straight for the drinks. noticing his presence, wonbin steps back, and you scoot slightly away, trying to calm down your racing heart.
“there you are,” seunghan says, oblivious to the tension. “sungchan was looking for you.”
clearing your throat, you ask, “me or wonbin?”
“wonbin,” seunghan replies, ripping open a packet of chips. with a mouthful, he adds, “he’s getting his ass beat badly. he wants you to save him from anton’s annoying bragging.”
you giggle at the comment.
“sure, let’s go,” wonbin says, heading toward the living room.
as seunghan exits, wonbin leans in toward you, whispering in your ear, “bye, yn,” before he follows seunghan.
what the hell just happened?
a/n: i love michael cera. he's so me if i was an awkward white man.
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