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The moment Hyunjin enters the frat house, his instincts urge him to leave. This isn’t his scene.
There’s shabby Christmas music blasting from mediocre speakers, college students in ugly Christmas sweaters drinking who knows what, red cups already littered over every and any surface and cheap plastic decorations haphazardly thrown around the walls. The floor is sticky and the air smells of alcohol, trashy deodorant and what seems to be a concerning lack of cleaning supplies. This is not his scene and he wonders if it’d be best to leave Felix - the only reason he’s here to begin with - to socialize with any other of his many friends.
Unluckily for Hyunjin, Felix spots him before he can make an escape. He says goodbye to the cute couple he’s been talking to and comes to meet Hyunjin.
“You came!” he says, sporting his brightest smile.
“No need to act so surprised,” he replies.
“C’mon, you’ll have fun! Let’s get you a drink.” Felix takes him by the hand without acknowledging Hyunjin’s quip and leads them to the kitchen, where a variety of plastic and glass bottles are spread on the countertops.
It’s not long before Felix presses a red cup filled with spiked industrial eggnog (“C’mon, it’s a Christmas party”, Felix says when Hyunjin scowls at the concoction) and gets his attention drawn to someone else, leaving Hyunjin by himself again.
While he sips on his drink, hoping that it will somehow help him have a good - a better - time, he notices a few people eyeing him. He’s not blind, he knows he looks attractive even in the tacky sweater he’s wearing, but he’s not in the mood right now to turn them down gently, so he settles for a displeased gesture on his face to stop them in their tracks.
Well, he’s given the party a chance, he guesses as he takes the last sip. He looks for a bin to throw away the cup, but can’t find any, so he settles for putting it inside another empty cup and mentally sends good luck to whomever will have to clean this mess tomorrow.
When he turns to the door, he stops to a halt. The music fades away, people seem to stop their conversations and their silly games to disappear into a blurry background, the charged air clears away and the lighting in the room changes to focus on the prettiest man Hyunjin’s ever seen. He’s hanging next to the kitchen door, eyeing the drinks assortment as if he’s trying to spot something he’ll be able to stomach. His ugly sweater, sporting an embroidered Labrador puppy with a blinking red nose and tiny reindeer horns, snugs his slim figure just right, and he himself is wearing a reindeer headband. He’s adorable, and that’s the only thought in Hyunjin’s mind when his feet take him to the man.
“I’m Hwang Hyunjin,” he says, extending his hand awkwardly.
The other looks him in the eye for a moment before answering. It sends a shiver down Hyunjin’s spine, he feels seen .
“I’m Seungmin,” he replies, shaking his hand. “Kim Seungmin. And we ,” he adds with a mischievous smile pointing above his head. “are under the mistletoe.”
Hyunjin’s ears are suddenly too warm, his hands feel shaky, but he’s not going to let this opportunity pass by, are you kidding?
“We are,” he says. “Should we do something about it?” He places his hand on the wall behind Seungmin, effectively caging him in. Hyunjin is pleased to see that Seungmin’s smile doesn’t falter. In fact, the only thing that moves in his face are his eyes, which have taken a peek at Hyunjin’s lips. Hyunjin has seen it, there’s no denying it, so he takes advantage of it and darts his tongue out to wet them.
“Dunno, something in mind?” This time his eyes are fully focused on Hyunjin’s mouth, making his insides burn.
“Maybe.” He shrugs, closing the space between them but not. “There’s this old tradition I’ve heard of, wanna try it out?” He studies Seungmin’s amused expression, his lips stretched into a pleased grin, his eyes slightly crossed due to how close they are, his straight nose brushing Hyunjin’s just barely. He’s beautiful and Hyunjin doesn’t know if he can keep this game going for long before he just leans in and kisses the life out of him.
“I think I’ve heard about it,” he replies.
There’s a second there, maybe a full minute, where they’re just staring at each other. Hyunjin has run out of ideas and is just battling his own brain because he doesn’t want to jump the gun too early. In the end, it’s Seungmin who moves forward and slots his lips against Hyunjin’s, the taste sweet as strawberry - maybe it’s flavoured chap, stick that would explain how soft his lips are, maybe it’s something Seungmin’s been drinking or eating, but just feels glorious for Hyunjin - and the pace leisurely. There’s a hand slowly creeping down Hyunjin’s back, finally setting on his hip, and it tugs him closer to Seungmin until their bodies are flush against each other. Hyunjin moves his hands to cup Seunmin’s head from behind, effectively protecting him when they bump against the wall for support, as well as allowing him to tangle his fingers in smooth, silky hair.
It’s heated, and it doesn’t take long before Hyunjin parts his lips open to allow Seungmin’s tongue inside, licking every corner, sliding it against Hyunjin’s own, taking a small break from time to time just to bite each other’s lips playfully before diving back in. There’s no one else around them even if there’s a distant thought asking Hyunjin if maybe they should be taking this somewhere else.
“Heh,” a deep voice says behind Hyunjin. He barely registers it until it adds, “I told you you’d have fun at the party.”