cheeks flushed, he guided the older male’s hand down, helping him set his drink aside, stepping forward once more and not glancing behind him even once as he lead his friend to the dance floor. aito usually wasn’t so confident, but he wasn’t blind, he’s seen colin look at him a few times while he was changing, eyes on his form, from his lips to his thighs and ass- he wasn’t dense, colin was hot, and it was all he needed as he helped the older male wrap his arms around his shoulders, his own hands falling onto his friend’s waist, he squeezed gently and pressed their hips together, lips quirking upward into a small smirk, and he grasped at his courage and didn’t let go as he tugged colin forward into a dance, leaning down to press their lips together.
colin quirks an eyebrow at the younger's drinking – "y'went through that fast," he mumbles, almost thankful that aito can't hear the vaguely impressed tone in his voice. he's about to ask a question about if aito's ever gotten drunk before, but as aito pulls colin closer, it dies in his throat. what comes out is a sharp inhale, as he feels his chest press against aito's and their fingers intertwine. the part of him that's had plenty to drink wants to let that breath out as a sigh, to squeeze aito's hand, to press even closer. it feels like there's something in his lungs – the same comfortable, unsettling warmth that seems to come whenever aito touches him, however casually – and this is not casual. there's intention in aito's gaze, in the way he's looking at colin through his eyelashes. colin's drunk, and he's aware he's drunk, though he hasn't had enough that he can blame this on a blackout, can he?
good lord, what is aito doing to him?
it's not like colin doesn't sleep with men. he does. it's just convenient, sometimes; there isn't a hot girl who's also down to fuck at every party. but he's not attracted to men. when he hooks up with them, it's out of desperation. it's because there are literally no other options available. or it's an experiment, just to see how it feels – if this is going to be the one that confirms what he knows to be true: that he's exclusively into girls. it feels good, most of the time. (always.) and yeah, he has friends with benefits who are guys, but that's different than his friends with benefits who are girls.
and aito, yeah, aito's adorable. he's fine with calling aito adorable, because some things are just facts. colin thinks it's cute how he's quiet, how his ears turn red sometimes. he thinks it's cool that aito majors in game development. but he's not attracted to aito. if his gaze lingers on aito's lips when they're talking, it's just because aito's doing the same to him. (and because his lips are just so full. guys don't usually have lips that full. it's interesting, though it's not like colin thinks about aito's lips too often, or anything.) if they're changing after swim practice and colin looks up and down aito's form, it's because he's jealous – at the younger's height, though it's not much of a difference, or at how toned the younger is. swimming isn't the only sport aito does, colin's pretty sure, and it's clear in his arms and his thighs and his ass. he's got a good body, simple as that. colin can objectively think another guy's ass is nice without it meaning anything about his sexual orientation.
god, just thinking about it now – while aito's taking colin to the dance floor, the sound of his own heartbeat and some bass-heavy song pounding in his ears – has colin swallowing thickly, breath hot. he's a little bit dizzy and definitely bright red... though that could also be the fact that that senior girl left him hanging earlier, right? maybe that's what this is. when their hips make contact, colin's mouth opens, though he quickly shuts it again, before he can let out any embarassing noise – something someone else could overhear. resist, resist, resist, he thinks, though the sound of his own thoughts are quiet compared to everything else. it's aito, he's the junior you're trying to help be more outgoing, he's not somebody you're trying to fuck, and you don't like boys –
and then aito's lips are on his, and whatever's left of colin's resolve melts into nothing. colin's intoxicated enough, by everything he's had to drink and by aito’s touch, that he can let go of his inhibitions for now. one of his arms stays on aito's shoulder, but the other cups the younger's cheek. it's a more affectionate gesture than colin usually reserves for people he's hooking up with, but it's already such a strange situation that it doesn't really matter. he lets himself shrink the distance between the two of them even further, hips moving to the rhythm against aito's. in the end, colin's the type of person who seeks out what feels good, and god, aito feels amazing.
His voice puts a halt into her steps and a smile spreads across her lips. Of course, he’d remember her. No one forgets Bok Seungah. She turns to look at his direction. Time slowed down for her as if they were in a movie. She smiles softly as their eyes meet. “Hey, bear.” She fondly greets him. “Long time no see.” He’s changed a lot and so has she.
“I think you owe me a hug.”
"god," colin breathes, relieved, "i think i owe you more than that." he walks towards seungah with light steps, probably a little too quickly – is there any point trying to make his stride seem cool to her? maybe it's not in character for colin choi, seongnam's notorious heartbreaking party boy asshole, to act like this, but being excited to see someone out of the goodness of his heart – that's pure colin woo. who doesn't exist anymore, hasn't for years, he reminds himself. he's going to have to explain that to her – god, he hasn't articulated the entire mess in such a long time, and there's really no easy way to put my dad lied to me for 15 years about who my actual mother is, and screwed said actual mother over severely in the process. it's not a subject he likes getting into. he's not even sure that the words will come, when it comes down to it.
but that can wait; there's a moment to be living in, and that moment is wrapping seungah in his arms. it feels so familiar, in a way colin hasn't felt in... in a very long time. it's a good feeling. one that he'd love to let himself get used to, though he knows he probably shouldn't. "s'good to see you, peach," he says, quietly, resting his head on her shoulder as he squeezes her tightly; there was definitely a time when seungah was taller than he was, though that's clearly not true anymore. (she'd tease him about it, he remembers, until one summer he showed up having grown a few centimeters. he smiles at the memory in spite of himself.)
when colin lets go – after holding on for a second too long, probably, though he's not concerned about that – he straightens his back. it's back to projecting his usual douchey confidence, even if being around seungah makes him want to be vulnerable. "if you're not going to class," he tries, tone of voice as casual as he can make it, "or if you're willing to skip, we should go get coffee or something. there's – god, we need to catch up, don't we?" he brushes a hand through his hair, in a most likely failed attempt to not seem scared. (there's nothing to be scared of. it's seungah.) "my treat," he adds, though he's sure and a half that she could easily buy out the cafe herself, if she wanted to.
(...)
so it’s not really all the surprising when one of them approaches him on campus. to many people who he has left thinking they’d have more, they’d do it again. most of the time those people were the ones who jongho hadn’t enjoyed the time with them all that much. it’s his luck that the ones who he had fun with don’t seek him out again.quiet the blow to the ego. yet this time… his eyes land on the extremely attractive male after the other approaches him and it’s only thanks to the fact that he’s only slept with so many people who he would rate a solid ten that he remembers who this is. not that he would admit any of this to the guy–”holy shit, yeah. you’re the ten from the party–i mean… uh… yes… yes i think we have.” smooth, jongho, real smooth.
the ten from the party? colin raises his eyebrows, surprised but not remotely displeased, and tries to hide the rush of euphoria that always comes with someone complimenting him. if he puffs his chest out a little, so what? and the way the guy stumbles over his words – it's cute. charming. colin can deal with that much. would gladly deal with that much, actually. "i'm flattered that you remember how good-looking i am, at least," he says, with a light chuckle. "and my name's colin choi, in case that slipped you."
that night starts coming back to him, after that, in bits and pieces – definitely nearly-blinding strobe lights and some kind of alcohol colin didn't like the taste of, but drank anyway. and a cute guy, and a dark closet. a typical saturday night for colin choi, then. and the guy's name... isn't coming to him, which is annoying, but then again, there's a decent chance colin never had it in the first place. it's like that when he hooks up with most people at parties, especially if they happen to be men. he can tell himself they're just flukes, college tries, whatever, if he doesn't know who they are.
he doesn't usually see those people again, either, though. exceptions can be made, he supposes. especially exceptions who call him a ten within their first sober sentence to him. man, that's a compliment he's going to be riding the high of for a while; colin's hot, he knows he's hot, but it's nice to hear that from other people, too. his smile grows a little bit, in spite of himself.
colin looks the guy up and down, eyes flitting quickly over his form – not enough to make it seem like he's checking the other out, hopefully, though that's exactly what he's doing. yeah, he can see himself sleeping with someone that looks like that, even if he doesn't remember doing so. "i didn't know you went to seongnam," he says, instead. "did you transfer from somewhere, or is it your first year?"
so there he was, curled up on some weird rusty chair when everyone else seemed to be having so much fun, whipping out his phone and tapping on some random rpg tapping game, distracting himself for the time being. every now and then he would peer up to look around just in case if he saw his friend- by the third time he did, he noticed someone familiar. black hair, red plastic cup in his hand, a wide smile and flush on his cheeks, and he felt his own flush when he felt the older male’s gaze meet his own, lips curling into a rather shy smile, and offering a timid wave.
colin.
for a wolfsbane party, this certainly isn't bad. it's better than he was expecting, anyway – colin was prepared to turn his head in disgust at the thought of those stuck-up nerd-ass assholes trying to throw anything aside from... a charity gala, or something along those lines – the kind of boring things his dad would make him wear a tuxedo to – but, no. here's colin, cinth to end all cinths, at a wolfsbane party, and enjoying himself, of all things. it's a christmas miracle! or there's some rum in this eggnog. or, he'd pregamed a little too hard back at his dorm before the party actually started. colin can't tell.
but whatever, there's a dance floor and tinsel and colin's dressed to the nines and on the exact line between buzzed and drunk, so that's what matters. he's probably flushed at least a little bit, clashing with his threads, but man, he's so in his element that his physical appearance is the least of his worries. he's had a lot to drink, talked a lot with a lot of people, danced some – he'd really gotten friendly with a cute senior girl, who'd unfortunately gone off to fix her makeup, leaving colin a bit lost and definitely disappointed – but that was to be expected, since god, who isn't at this party? it's all the usual suspects, people colin's seen a million times at other bashes –
and, wait a second, aito?
huh. that's a surprise. there can't be much here for him – he doesn't seem the partygoing type, like, remotely, and colin hasn't even tried to take aito to any really fun events yet. still, he shoots the younger a bright smile as soon as colin's eyes meet his. there's absolutely no way aito came on his own volition, right? he really is just sitting there. colin puts up a finger – universal gesture for wait a second, i'll be right back with you – and goes off to grab the kid a drink, first, the idea to pull the flower off the wall fully forming in his not-all-there mind. everything's spiked except the water, most definitely, so it doesn't matter, right? worst comes to worst, he can play it off as innocent, though he doubts he’ll actually have to. it takes a little bit of maneuvering through the crowd to actually grab a drink and bring it to where aito's sitting, but colin somehow manages without spilling either. it's the little victories.
colin tries not to slur his words, just to make things easier for aito to lip-read, though he isn't sure how successful he's being. "so who dragged you here?" he manages, more or less shoving aito's drink into the hand that's not using his phone. (it's something fruity. there's a straw in it. it's probably mostly orange juice – colin's got no idea what aito's tolerance is like, though he's certainly intrigued.) his fingers brush aito's, just a little, in the process – a side effect of the room being a little spinny, colin supposes – and he feels his cheeks heating up a little more, but he presses on. "because me being here, duh, of course, but you're a surprise... a good surprise," colin confirms, with a nod, even if that's absolutely not the kind of thing he'd say sober. "s'good to see you. you having fun?”
Shortly after joining cinth and then shortly after becoming president, he befriended a fellow party boy. Of course, jaehyun knew who his dear friend was but in all honesty, colin was one of the people he didn’t really care of using since they were party bros. everytime they went out or even thew a party, they would be in the throng of all the hot girls eager to throw themselves at the president and his friend. The life for sure. The social climbing president was always someone to take advantage of the situation, but it was nice knowing someone like colin and it was easy to relax. throw away some of the responsibilities that he had taken upon himself.
their relationship was like caesar and brutus, but without the backstabbing and more sex. More fun in general. he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he had been decidedly grooming colin to take over as president in the future since he supposed no one could carry on the cinth legacy as best as colin.
one evening though, jaehyun is bored out of his mind and an idle president is bad. an idle social president is worse. he’s itching to do something, anything. go break some hearts, go cause some chaos. he then decides immediately. “hey colin, what do you say to ditching this boring ass dump and go to insomnia? see if we can get some hotties our way or something,” he says, downing the shot of whiskey he had been holding. “it’s gonna be a party.” he adds, shrugging on a coat and heading out the door not even waiting for a response.
"ditching this boring ass dump and going to insomnia?" colin's laugh comes out as more of a wicked cackle; he's pulling on his own jacket and following jaehyun out the door before he's even said yes, but he still nods. "you fucking said it, dude, let's get out of here."
there's just something about hanging out with jaehyun, isn't there? colin likes all the cinth guys plenty, they're his bros for life, joining was one of the best things colin's ever done – but man, jaehyun's just the best. dude's president for a reason, and that reason is seo jaehyun parties are some of the best colin's ever been to, in all of colin's years of serious partying. they've got a penchant for chaos, the two of them, and it's always fun. colin shoves his hands in his pockets to hide his fists curling in excitement. it doesn't matter what the night has in store, or if he ends up remembering it, because it's gonna end up being awesome, regardless; the trail left on his social media will be memory enough.
"you want me to get bottle service or cover?" colin asks, matching jaehyun's stride, and enjoying the crisp night air; he rolls his shoulders back when it hits. "what did i get last time...?" he adds, searching the recesses of his memory and coming up blank. (that's kind of how it tends to be when it comes to colin's nights out. he has to drink a lot to properly black out, but he sure gets there, with determination and enough booze to kill almost anyone else.) "whatever i didn't do last time, i'll get tonight," he decides.
(...) Kang squints his eyes, perhaps that’s what he did wrong, he assumed they’re friends, perhaps Colin wants to be nothing more than just people who are on the same swim team “sorry”.
"...sorry, wait, no, hold on," colin manages, after a second. he still feels dizzy, still like the rug's been pulled from under him, but he also still wants to get his dick sucked, and he definitely doesn't want to lose whatever he's got going with kang – the dilemma of the century, he's sure. "it's not your place to apologize. i just... want to keep things casual, you know? and busting out an i miss you, dude, that's kinda... i freaked out, that's on me." he feels bad, really bad, at that look on kang's face, but he's got rules. "it isn't that we aren't friends, cause i like talking to you plenty, that's just kind of a line for me."
colin scoots back a little closer, tentatively – kang's going to have to be the one who touches first, after colin's outburst, damn it – and puts on an casual expression. "but where were we? getting drunk in europe?" if he acts like nothing's happened – if he lets his practiced this is cool and i'm alright expression overtake his face, kang will – if colin has any karma left, for anything good he's ever done – buy it. that's all he can hope for, honestly. second club for you to join, kang, colin thinks, a little bit bitter – you're shorter than me, and you've seen me lose my cool.
"of course you're supposed to trust me being drunk with you – like i said, crazy tolerance. i'd probably have died of liver failure otherwise," colin jokes, flipping his hair, feigning nonchalance. "i mean, i'm flirty when i'm drunk... or so i'm told. you ever been to a cinth party? i mean, feel free to show up whenever the next one is, i'll get you in, but you'll see me in action then." there. it's an invitation, right? an olive branch.
"ibiza's more or less the party capital of the world," colin continues, as if an article calling it that wasn't the entire reason he'd moved there in the first place, and as if he's trying to do anything except stall. (he likes talking about spain, though – that's genuine, and it's clear in his tone.) "it gets wild, but you'd have me by your side – hypothetically – as your guide. you speak any spanish, or just french?" he asks, half-curious. "not that it matters, it wouldn't be like we would be doing much talking... just, you know, dancing." he leans back, properly relaxed, now, an easy smile on his face. "you dance? you like to dance?"
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