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i pull hanni into her bedroom since we entered inside together, leaving eric and sunwoo outside chatting. she stares at me with confusion as she sees my freaked out face expression.
“what’s wrong?” hanni asks me with concern lacing through her voice. “sunwoo’s being weird!” i whisper yell. she furrows her eyebrows even more, “when isn’t he? he’s literally irrelevant. what’s he doing here anyway? oh! you invited that ass—”
“that’s not the point!” i cut her off. “he just asked me if i’ve ever actually considered this stupid initial being him!” i refer to my wrist as i even expose the initial that’s there. i can see her eyes widen after she hears me and sees my wrist.
“holy shit! mimi, what if it is him? i mean, you two have gotten closer, right?” her reaction is not the one i expected. “no, hanni! i mean, yes— we have gotten closer, but that’s not what i meant! he shouldn’t ask me that question. it made the conversation kind of awkward! i didn’t even answer him!” i grab a hold of my forehead from how stressed i suddenly feel.
“honestly, if he’s your soulmate, i’d literally feel bad for you.” she chuckles. i deadpan her, “really, hanni? don’t make me think for a second kim sunwoo could be my soulmate. i didn’t even meet him in a romantic way like i did with soobin.” i roll my eyes with a sigh escaping my lips.
“who said love was all about romance?” her eyebrows wiggle. “hanni!” i yell out from frustration. “you’re not helping! dragging you in here was unnecessary.” i scoff. we start exiting her bedroom and as we’re walking out, she keeps asking me questions if i think sunwoo is good looking. or, what if we have more than just a friendship. all i did was my best to ignore her.
we’re back outside and we spot sunwoo and eric drinking. hanni and i make our way back to where we were once sitting, except i notice that sunwoo had another red cup in his hands. he hands it to me and by the smell of it, i notice it’s beer. i take a seat as i look at sunwoo, “really? i thought we agreed on no drinking?”
he smirks, “at a bar with just us two is what i meant.” he takes a sip afterwards. “plus, eric and hanni are with us and they’ll be drinking too. incase we all get drunk, we’ll just crash here.” he adds on. his eyes remove from mine and he looks over at the soon to be couple, “right, hanni?” his voice is much louder.
“what?” my best friend replied with in suspicion. “we can crash here if we all get drunk.” states sunwoo with hope. “eric and mimi can. i don’t know about you.” her face expression says it all. she dislikes sunwoo so much. it’s so funny.
“whatever.” he rolls his eyes at her and looks over at me again. “i’m still crashing here.” he shrugs innocently. “anyways, why’d you suddenly leave? you made me feel like i made you uncomfortable.” he says in a soft tone, as he slowly begins to rub the back of his neck with his free hand.
“no, no! you didn’t make me feel uncomfort— i mean! it was just an unexpected question that i didn’t know how to answer. i mean, you as my soulmate? that’d be crazy.” i try so hard to sound normal, but it completely fails by the amount of times i butchered my words. “plus! i don’t know what’s the initial on your wirst. for all i know, it could probably be the letter y.”
“you know, just because soobin has that initial does not mean i do too.” he scoffs with a smirk on his face. i forgot i even told him the actual initial my ex boyfriend got. i’m left kind of speechless and we both take this opportunity to take sips from the substance in the cup.
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“well, i think your hair is really nice!” sunwoo yells out angrily after i ranted about how i didn’t like my hair. we all have drank a lot that i even lost count of. “it’s short, pretty, and you have two! two hair colors in such short length!”
“it’s just a few hair stra—strands that are dyed, sunwoo!” i roll my eyes as i slurred through my sentence. i turn to look at hanni and eric who are still sitting on the couch just staring into each others eyes as hanni has probably sang the happy birthday song about fifteen times to him already.
sunwoo’s in front of me as i’m leaning against the wall. the position we’re in is probably a bit awkward, but we didn’t want to be sitting down anymore. especially our view being hanni and eric being all up on each other’s faces without actually being all up on each other’s faces, if that makes sense.
“sunwoo, can i—can i tell you something?” i suddenly whisper with my eyes feeling a bit heavy now from how bad the alcohol is getting to me. he bends down a bit to my height, “anything.”
“you’re kind of ugly.” i insult him without actually meaning it. “you wanna know some—something?” he inches closer when he’s standing straight again. i nod rapidly after he asks me. the next thing he does is brings his mouth to the tip of my ear and whispers, “you’re probably the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.”
my eyes widen from the sudden compliment i just received. however, his next move shocks me even more when i feel his head drop on my shoulder and i start hearing soft snores release from him. i chuckle from how off guard this all caught me and even though i can barely balance myself, i still make the effort to bring him inside hanni’s house and lay him down on the couch.
my head feels like it’s spinning due to the fact that i’m drunk as well and soon enough, i drop myself onto hanni’s carpet besides the couch that sunwoo is currently laying down on.
“mimi!” he calls out in his sleep. i’m too tired to answer or even lift up my head because i’m one step away from being fully asleep. though, he prevents that from happening when he reaches his arm down and grabs my hand in his. i ignore the physical contact and allow him to hold onto my hand because i simply just want to sleep now.
“you should take the couch.” mumbles sunwoo in his deep, tired voice. i groan in response, basically saying to leave it as it is. however, him being stubborn by never listening to what anyone says, he gets up from the couch and lays next to me on the carpet.
“i’ll sleep here tonight too then.” he huffs and still keeps his hand on mine that rests on my stomach.
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