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"I wanna go, come on, come on!" Felix had been whining for the past twenty minutes and was now draped as dramatically as possible over Jisung's bed. Jisung could tell without looking that he was pouting and kicking his legs around like a child. Jisung was endeared by him, of course he was, but he wasn't about to show it.
Felix was wearing a typical party look for him, ripped black jeans, a loose shirt tucked into them that showed quite a bit of collarbone, adorned with some chains wrapping around his hips. Since they shared a dorm, Jisung had seen looks similar to this one quite often. It wasn't like Felix was always going out, but he did go through a whore era that ended a couple of years ago, and he still went out a hell of a lot more than Jisung. He was absolutely stunning and had his hair its natural brown color for the first time in many years. Jisung personally liked the look, but Felix always looked great no matter what he did.
"You're going to ruin your hair if you have a temper tantrum, Yongbok," Jisung replied. Felix squawked indignantly at the usage of his Korean name, but otherwise calmed down. Jisung continued patting on his eye makeup meticulously. After weeks of his friends meeting up with Felix's boyfriends group, he finally decided to go. If they were to become a part of his best friend's life permanently it was important that he was involved (it's not like he could avoid it forever) so he had to shove away his social anxiety for the time being. Of course the anxiety was still there but he was going to go through with this. And, in the way his anxiety manifested, naturally Jisung had to be absolutely sure that he looked hot as fuck, hence the eyeshadow.
Once satisfied, he fastened a choker around his throat and did a twirl for Felix. He normally dressed in soft pastels and oversized sweaters, but he wanted to look the slightest bit intimidating for meeting these people, so he forwent his usual round glasses and put on form-fitting, dark clothes.
"Good?" He asked, feeling a mixture of proud and extremely self conscious.
"You look like an absolute whore," Felix giggled while swinging his legs back and forth. "It's so perfect, you're so pretty Sungie." Jisung felt his cheeks warm at the compliment, and made sure to throw some aggressive compliments back, not forgetting to mention that Felix should have left out the foundation because Changbin would go crazy over his freckles.
Felix cheerily told him to shut up, grabbed the keys, and skipped out the door.
Jisung had not been to many parties. He loved his people, but did not enjoy being swept up in a loud crowd of sweaty strangers. He'd much rather curl up with his weighted blanket and penguin plushie and watch anime. He was a loud and friendly person, but large parties like this were definitely not for him.
Felix tightened his grip on Jisung's hand as they walked through the door, understanding his discomfort. He didn't ever want to drag Jisung anywhere he didn't want to go, but Jisung was determined to meet the new additions to the group. He'd met Changbin briefly, but never really had a conversation with him. Of course, Felix had given him every detail of the man (as best friends do), so Jisung knew that Changbin makes music.
Jisung had been writing lyrics since he was eleven and learned how to make beats at thirteen. By the time he reached seventeen his rapper persona, J.One, was a masterpiece of his own creation and he had gained a small following. He was proud of himself for coming as far as he has, but he didn't want to have to do everything by himself. Felix was great, but he couldn't offer much help in this department where Jisung wanted musical advice and camaraderie. Maybe Changbin would be the perfect rapper hyung that he was searching for.
Jisung took everything in with wide eyes as Felix led him by the wrist through room after room. Eventually, Jisung felt a pair of arms wrap around him that he recognized to be Hyunjin.
"Hi hyungie," Jisung said quietly, not knowing if the other could hear him with the loud music that was bouncing off the walls of the house. Hyunjin released him and slid an arm around Seungmin's shoulders, who waved shyly to Jisung.
Seungmin was a rather new addition to their group of previously three. He began dating Hyunjin a few months ago and while it didn't seem to always make sense, it worked. Hyunjin was all loudness and flamboyance while Seungmin was sensibility and calm. Hyunjin could be very sensitive at times and Seungmin was very in tune with this. Similarly, when Seungmin would lose sleep and panic over the work for his Master's Degree in Law, Hyunjin knew how to pull him out and set him back on the right track. They worked well together, though Jisung was curious about how they interacted when by themselves.
Parties weren't Seungmin's scene either and it was clear he felt quite awkward, but even he had made the attempt to meet Felix's new people previously this month, so clearly it was past time for Jisung to come out of the black hole that is his dorm.
"I'm gonna go find Changbinnie hyung and the others," Felix announced after quickly greeting Hyunjin and Seungmin with a hug. Jisung let out a sound of distress at the thought of being left by his best friend before relaxing into the hold of Hyunjin who had slid a hand into his hair (carefully, so he didn't mess it up) to calm him.
He talked with Hyunjin about his dance practices for an upcoming performance and asked Seungmin about a Law internship he'd taken recently, and in no time at all it seemed that Felix was back. Being dragged by the wrist, in a similar position that Jisung was in only minutes ago, was none other than Seo Changbin. Jisung took a good look, appreciating all the work the man clearly put into his body, his eyes stopping at the man's biceps and chest. He wasn't Jisung's type but he sure was Felix's. He had kind, sparkling eyes and as Felix had put it so many times, "a smile that's small, but cute, actually the pinnacle of perfection".
Behind Changbin was a man that Jisung had never met before. He had dark curls, a large but seemingly perfect nose, angular ears, and a unique lip shape. He was wearing a sleeveless crop top that showed off both his impressive shoulders and abs. Again, not Jisung's type, and he didn't want to seem disrespectful so he snapped his eyes up from the man's waist to his face again and bowed in greeting.
"Hello, I'm Jisung, Felix's friend, it's nice to meet you." Chan smiled in response, showing dimples that made him seem much more approachable.
"I'm Chan, Changbin and I are good friends." Chan's eyes glanced down to Jisung's hands where they were anxiously tugging at the skin by his fingernails. His easygoing smile was instantly replaced with a look of concern and he leaned forward to ask "Do you guys want to go to a private room, two of our friends are in there now, it'll be a lot quieter."
Felix looked at Jisung, knowing his predicament and immediately agreed. Jisung nodded gratefully at Chan, relieved at the idea of escaping.
They were once again led through the crowd, Jisung unknowingly holding onto a chain attached to Chan's pants for dear life. When they arrived in the room, he looked down and flushed, muttering an apology before releasing his hold on him.
The room was dimly lit, but it was easy enough to see everyone. There were two unknown figures, one standing and the other sitting. The one sitting was laughing, showing off his dimples, but was seemingly trying (and failing) to maintain a straight face.
The other was standing facing away from them, towards the boy sitting, threatening him in some way that apparently the other boy didn't find to be all that threatening. Jisung thought he heard the words "air fryer" thrown in there, but he was a little too distracted. The standing boy was wearing a loose see-through black shirt that was tucked into leather pants. Leather pants. Jisung said a quick prayer, hoping that no one saw the way his eyes shamelessly trailed over the curve of the other's ass.
The boy turned around, maybe to greet the newcomers, Jisung couldn't tell because oh dear lord, thighs. Contrasting against the boy's lithe body were huge, muscular thighs. Maybe Jisung's brain was just in a weird state of anxious, gay, horny mess but he was pretty sure those thighs defined the word 'majestic'. Jisung's breath caught in his throat as he probably spent an ungodly amount of time ogling the pair of legs in front of him.
People were talking in the background, Jisung heard them, but he had no idea what they were saying. The shirt was so sheer that he could see the boys nipples. Who just leaves their nipples on display like that? Eventually he got to the boy's face where he found that it was frowning at him.
"Are you just going to stare like a fucking idiot, or do you have something to say?"
Jisung did, in fact, just stare like an idiot. He admired the boy's wide eyes that seemed to be laughing, though his face was serious. He was baffled by his plump upper lip because why are his lips so perfect? He nearly reached out to brush his hand through the light brown hair before him. Then he realized he had been spoken to, and it hadn't been very nice.
"I didn't realize you'd be friends with such an asshole, Changbin," the words came out of Jisung's mouth before he knew what he was saying. The room went deadly silent. He was about to apologize, sometimes the nerves got the best of him and he didn't really mean it, but before he got the chance, Changbin snorted.
"Yeah, well at the time I became friends with him I didn't realize it either," he said jokingly, before patting the boy on the head. He glared at Changbin, his eyes attempting to drill holes in his soul before turning his gaze back to Jisung.
"Whatever," he scoffed before pivoting and landing harshly on the couch. No one made an attempt to go and talk to him in this state, Jisung supposed that they knew better.
The remaining boy who had been on the couch the whole time pushed himself up to greet Jisung and the others. After quickly saying hello to Felix, Seungmin, and Hyunjin with whom he was already acquainted, he and Chan made their way over to Jisung.
"I'm Jeongin," he said with a smile.
"I didn't mean what I said to that guy," Jisung blurted, trying to correct his actions. "I don't know why I said it, I was just overwhelmed, I feel really very bad about it and-" , Jisung was starting to ramble so he cut himself off. "I'm Jisung by the way. I'm sorry for disturbing the peace."
"It's nice to meet you, please take care of me." Jeongin replied. Chan, who had been listening and watching their whole interaction then got closer and began to talk quietly. "Don't be too worried about Minho, none of us believe that you mean any harm."
"Minho's just been really off lately, it's not your fault," Jeongin interjected.
"Yeah, he's going through a rough bit, but he'll make it through. In the meantime, we all have to survive his sourness and do what we can to make it better," Chan said, supplying a bit of insight about the situation.
Jisung looked over in the direction of the boy who had just been identified as "Minho". He was watching Hyunjin and Felix while they had a conversation and though he wasn't adding anything in, he truly seemed engaged and interested in what they had to say. Changbin and Seungmin were staring at their respective lovers adoringly as the two talked with fiery passion and aggressive hand motions.
Huh.
Maybe this group of eight thing might work out okay.