Oscitancy
Oscitancy (n.) yawning; being drowsy or inattentive
Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin (Stray Kids) x Reader; Genre: Slice of life, humour, fluff?; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: none; Wordcount: 1.995
Summary: Dragged to a college party, even though you’d rather stayed at home and watch tv, you make yourself comfortable in an armchair in one corner of the house. The moment someone, quite attractive and unknowingly to you the host, decided to talk with you, you couldn’t hold yourself back and complained about your situation and the lameness of that party.
A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! Especially the second hand embarrassment I got while writing this.. I hope you will enjoy reading this!
You dreaded this evening more than anything else in your entire life so far. Your best friend practically forced you to go to that party everybody was talking about. And since you didn’t come up quick enough with an excuse you had to join her.
“Why is that party so special again?” You asked, hoping your friend would just leave you in your small apartment to binge watch some series on Netflix or something else.
Your friend huffed, adjusting her outfit once again while her eyes were trained on her figure in the mirror in front of her. “Because,” she was stretching the word longer than needed, “the party is held by the Hyunjin!”
“I don’t even know this guy.”
“That doesn’t matter! Almost everybody doesn’t know him.”
“Then why are we even going?” You whined, dropping your whole body on your bed in desperation.
“Because it’s the Hyunjin! He is like the hottest guy on the campus, celebrity like, no scratch that, god like! Every girl falls for him and every guy wants to be his friend! We can’t miss a party with him.” She was still not looking at you, instead leaning forward and checking her makeup, smacking her bright red lips and blinking quickly.
You groaned, rolling on your stomach and prepping your chin on your hands. “Well, it would be easy to miss the party. Just don’t go out of that door.” You nodded shortly towards your entrance door.
Finally your friend turned around, staring at you incredulously. “Y/N, I swear to god.” Not finishing her sentence, she stomped over to your wardrobe, scanning your clothes hastily.
You followed her movements with your eyes, making dismissive noises whenever she picks something you wouldn’t even wear, if you could save your life with it.
Annoyed, she threw her hands in the air. “What do you want to wear?”
“My pyjama shorts and a tank top,” you deadpanned, “Because I want to stay here, snuggled into at least three blankets and with a box of ice cream in my hands, watching whatever interests me on Netflix.”
“I can’t believe you!”
You only shrugged with your shoulders as a response, watching her rummaging through your clothes again. It didn’t take her long before she threw some clothes at you, ignoring if she actually hit you or not.
“Those are comfortable. And at least a little stylish!” She grumbled, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Now get changed!” As you took too long for her liking to actually move, she impatiently ushered you towards your small bathroom.
With a defeated sigh you followed her request, changing outfits. Though you took your time with it until she hammered against the closed door, demanding for you to ‘hurry the hell up’.
When you opened the door again, she grinned happily, scanning your outfit. The grin vanished though the moment her gaze reached your face. “Why haven’t you done your makeup and hair? Did you seriously take so long just to change clothes?”
“What? I don’t want to go, I won’t doll myself up for something I don’t want.”
She huffed, rolling her eyes in annoyance at your antics. “Whatever. We’re late anyway. Let’s go.” With that she grabbed your hand and pulled you out of your apartment and to her car.
Only moments later both of you arrived at the party. You looked out of the car, scanning the house and the hoard of people in front of it. “Looks snobby,” you commented, scrunching your nose slightly in distaste. “No wonder everybody wants to be best buddies with that guy. He’s loaded.”
Your friend sighed exasperated. “Y/N, please. Keep your attitude to yourself while we’re in there, okay? Try to make new friends, enjoy yourself for once.”
“For once? I do enjoy myself all the time!” You sneered at her. “At home!”
Another roll of her eyes before she ushered you out of her car.
You huffed, stepping out of the car and slamming the door shut harder than necessary.
A few heads on the front lawn were turning around to you, looking curiously at the scene.
For a moment you wished you hadn’t slammed the door but you wanted to make a point. So instead you ignored their stares and followed your friend through the masses of people and inside of the house.
You had already heard the hammering bass before you even entered the house but now it was almost loud enough to burst your eardrum. You winced slightly, waiting for your ears to adjust to the sound level.
Within these few seconds of adjusting you had already lost your best friend in the crowd. Confused, you turned around, tip-toeing in hope to overlook the massive amount of people, but it was in vain.
Grumbling under your breath you just had to suck it up. Therefore you snaked your way through the crowd in search of some kind of bar where you could get a beer or something and then just chill in some corner, scrolling through social media on your phone.
Feeling like it took you forever to accomplish your plan, you finally settled down on an old armchair. You wanted to pull your legs up and wrap your arms around them and rest your chin on your knees but you hesitated, thinking it would be impolite to place your shoes on the fabric of the armchair.
You glanced around quickly, making sure no one was watching you before you discarded your shoes and pushed them under the chair so nobody could kick them away. Satisfied you pulled your legs up and made yourself comfortable.
Immersed in your phone, you didn’t notice someone approaching you, his gaze wandering over your form in curiosity.
You jumped when he sat down on the armrest and asked you: “Not enjoying the party?”
Still trying to calm your racing heart, you turned your head slightly, noticing how casual but elegant he sat there.
One leg crossed over the other, his hands, which were holding a bottle of beer and adorned with silver rings, rested comfortably on his lap.
You raised your gaze, seeing that he wore a white button down with the top three buttons open, revealing a lot of cleavage and a heavy looking silver necklace.
Again your gaze wandered further up. You immediately noticed his sharp jawline, followed by thin lips, that were pursed in amusement. Dark eyes, twinkling with the same mirth, looking straight at you, waiting for you to respond and the whole look completed with wavy black hair, you somehow wished to run your fingers through.
“Huh?” Your mouth was dry and you belatedly noticed that you had stared at him with an open mouth. Clearing your throat quickly, you averted your eyes.
“Are you not enjoying the party?” He asked again, his voice soft and full of joy.
You tilted your head from one side to the other as if you were contemplating his question. “Actually I didn’t even want to come here.” You shrugged with your shoulders, you wouldn’t try to change yourself to make friends and being honest was way easier too.
“Really?” He leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm, which he propped up on his knee. “Then why are you here?”
You huffed, rolling your eyes in mock annoyance. “Because”, dragging the word just as obnoxiously long as your friend had earlier this evening, “and I quote, the party is held by THE Hyunjin.” You made quotation marks with your fingers, when you mentioned the name. “I don’t even know this guy.”
The guy stayed quiet, just looking at you in astonishment.
Enhanced by his silence you continued to complain about basically everything. You started that you wanted to stay home to watch Netflix, went over how snobby everything looked, explained you didn’t understand why you had to go to a party of some rich someone, mentioned that it wasn’t a surprise how everyone tried to get noticed by the Hyunjin and ended your rant with how cheap the beer, how loud and bad the music and how loaded the house was.
“You know, I’m not a fan of huge social gatherings, this is all just too much and too fake, everyone trying to impress others with their outfit or their stories. I’d much rather just stay at home or meet only my circle of friends.”
He nodded slowly, understanding your point, though he still kept silent.
“Hey Hyunjin?! Can I add some songs to the playlist?” A guy shouted from the door, waving hectically in your direction.
Your mouth dropped open, when the guy next to you lifted his hand and gave him a thumbs up. With wide eyes you stared at him. Your mind ran miles a minute, trying to find a way out of this situation.
Should you make some silly excuse and just leave? Bad idea, since you had to put back on your shoes, which would result in an awkward atmosphere until you could leave.
Should you apologise to him and tell him you didn’t mean it that harshly? Definitely not. Your pride wouldn’t allow you to do that.
Say nothing, grab your shoes and just go? Well, that would be strange to walk through a house party on socks, but you did actually consider it for a moment.
“So, where were we?” Hyunjin asked, turning his attention back to you.
You blinked a few times, mouth opening and closing over and over again, without getting out a sound.
“Ah, right.” He grinned mischievously. “How much you don’t want to be here.”
You felt the blush creeping up your neck and on to your cheeks. “Well,” you gulped heavily, “this is kind of awkward now.”
Hyunjin laughed loudly at your reaction, holding his stomach with one hand and bending forward. “It definitely is for you.” He gasped between his giggles. “Though it was much appreciated. I agree with all this fake stuff, reaction and even people. It was quite refreshing to hear something real.”
You heated up even further, wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole.
“How about I’ll invite you to a small gathering next time? Like really small, just you and me, and we do whatever you think is enjoyable and not fake.”
You didn’t think it was possible for you to widen your eyes even more, but here you were, staring at him in disbelief. “Like a date?” You blurted out, not able to stop the question from leaving your lips.
Hyunjin smiled, his eyes twinkling with mirth again. “If you wish to call it that, we can do that too. So how about it?”
Again you blinked a few times, needing the moment to process the opportunity of going on a date. You cleared your throat, trying to make your mouth less dry. “I mean, sure, why not. I guess I could do that.”
You wanted to facepalm yourself with that answer, thinking how lame this response was but Hyunjin just smiled brightly. “Great! Let’s exchange phone numbers so I can text you.”
Without thinking you just raised your hand, which was still holding your phone and gave it to him. You watched him typing with only one hand until he returned your phone. “I texted myself already, so I have your number too.”
You nodded dumbly, still staring at him in bewilderment.
Hyunjin rubbed his neck, looking around shortly before his gaze landed back on you. “If you want to leave, I can drive you home. Don’t want you to waste more time on something you so clearly dislike.” He chuckled slightly, waiting for your answer, a nervous glint settling in his eyes.
“Actually.” A small smile tugged at your lips. “I just started to enjoy the party and this great company. If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay a little longer.”
Relief flooded over his expression and the huge grin returned to his lips. “Definitely not. I’m glad.”
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