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adolescence in motion. it’s all parties were. and it’s the blur that makes haneul attend them and nothing else. it’s the ethnocentrism in their generation that makes this easy and the movement in house parties that makes it so easy. time lapse shots are often best with lots of movement and lots of lights. 

so maybe he got a little lost in the movement. haneul doesn’t like the feeling. alcohol makes him float, makes him tingly like he’s not touching anything when everything touches him. it’s unnerving and he’’s glad his tolerance is shit. still, he’s here and he’s ready to tackle all that college parties have to offer. every. single. time.

if it’s sweat and spilled drinks on his skin that’s fine. if it’s rough handshakes and shoving and people pressed to him, that’s fine. house parties are everything he hates but it’s everything he endures, the curiosity in him too much to handle. the appeal is what he searches for, and he’s already counted out alcohol. already counts out the buzz. two burns down his throat, two misplaced steps and he puts his cup down, fills another with soda and continues on his way.

parties like daydreams that don’t stick when he wants them to, so he attends more. he remembers a girl smelling like cherries, or probably her lip balm. he remembers someone doing a number on his shirt and falling on the floor later. all pleasantly revolting dreams that run through his mind. never permanent. 

so he attends this one, all sunny smiles under dirty lights. open shirts, open smiles and open minds. he’s ready to take it all in again, when he gets a tap on his shoulder, the quietest thing in a sea of shoves and bricks against the back. 

she’s familiar, in the way that everyone is a daydream. in the way he can only remember lip balm and not lips on a face. she’s not that kind of familiar so he smiles, holding his cup up and putting his plate to the side.

“that’s me,” he says it too gleefully he knows, blows his cover of fake beer in a cup but he’s not too concerned,  “you are - not the girl I kissed at the last party I’m hoping?” if tonight blurs again, house parties be damned.

It was funny. He was all she could think of for the last two weeks. What was so special about this boy that made Eunjin curious? His voice? No, she has never heard him speak. His features? Probably. They were pretty unique, especially those eyes.

The second house party she’s been at so far through the new semester. A new record for her. According to the tiny girl, most of them were repetitive and lame. Same old games, same old drinks, same old songs (minus any new releases that’ll end up becoming old); everything was the same. Heck, it’s even the same people. What was the use of going to every college party if everything’s the same?

Hopefully she wouldn’t chicken out before he spoke. He’d think she’s weird for knowing his name. Or creepy. Chills ran down her spine as she imagined it happening to her. Thoughts aside, she stood firm, moving her arm back to her side before flashing an embarrassed smile. “Oh-- no no! That wasn’t me.” So he didn’t remember that one girl. If she said yes as a joke, would he have believed her? What would have happened? 

With a clear of her throat, she starts raising her voice slightly louder as the background music beamed throughout the room. “You were quite popular over at Ewha for like, a day or so. Some--” Out of nowhere, the ball used for the beer pong game flew in between them, hitting the wall. Ridiculous. People shouldn’t throw if they have bad aim. 

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