no social gather in this world was a price worth being paid, in fact, woojin thought of anyone who threw luxurious parties and big events sociopaths, seekers of some sort of attention. college parties at least paid no effort into looking more than what they were: horny young adults, looking for ways to release the stress of the future in alcohol. not that he was different from both of these aspects, he liked to drink and to have sex but he much rather not do it in public or for social gain. that’s why all his sexual life was exclusive to grindr, much older guys and sometimes completely creepy but at least all of them praised secretively. while the drinking was just another friday night on his computer, sometimes watching anime and other times just the usual freelance work. therefore this was a set way off his character. the reason behind the mistrust he had in minkwan was exactly this, he would never befriend anyone ever again. and surely hunter wasn’t looking for a friend either, that question didn’t suggest a long-term connection between the two. even if a friendship wasn’t the case, he still couldn’t be less than glad and kind of warm inside since he heard those words so close to his ear making it almost impossible not to shiver. he was definitely horny, nothing less and nothing more than that. drunk, with the inability to think and very off his own space, woojin was left with little to work because all he knew from flirting was fuck and go. ‘ okay. okay. romeo take me somewhere we can be alone! ’ he shook his head a little, not dizzy which was a clear good sign. he didn’t want hunter too think he was too drunk to fuck him, he was good and wasn’t gonna waste such night and opportunity because of booze. and immediately hoped he only thought the words they actually said, because quoting taylor swift lyrics wasn’t close to being his best performance of the day. here is this beautiful, good looking and attractive stranger which he only knew on a first name basis since a few parties ago, and unintentionally since then their meetings had been occurring much often than woojin could anticipate and suddenly he is bewitched by the thought of being fucked by him so constantly that it kept him awake one day after they had a heated argument on the classroom. hoping he could be disciplined on that later, maybe he would bring the subject again just to spice the other and watch his reaction in amusement. ‘ i always knew you had a thing for me. your eyes were almost pinning me to the wall the whole night, aye? ’ his own was, that’s for sure. ‘ is your place far? i don’t mind doing in the bathroom if that’s what you're asking for.’ such a low point in woojin’s night but he wasn’t joking even if it sounded like he was. yes, he was known for using sarcasm all day every day but hunter caught him right on that since day one making it almost impossible for him to hold his own tongue back. he tried leaning against the wall to stare at the other’s eyes, but he clearly miscalculated the distance and fell right onto his own feet and at his side. his head made a big loud sound on the sticky ground and he closes his eyes definitively, because what the fuck was he doing? as hunter came to his aid almost immediately, he played dead. he much rather be now realizing the other wasn’t actually trying to fuck him and actually just take him home because of his obvious drunken state. ‘ this is it. this is how i die. horny and embarrassed.’ were his final words to the now most stupid confession he ever ought to have, while the other was reckoning the damage. when woojin finally opened his woozy red eyes, hunter was pitifully looking back and he would stay like this a little longer if he had any shame left on his soul. but of course, he didn’t and decided to dig on that lips before it was too late and before he had that shame back. that boy awoke his sexual desire more than anyone ever had, so he deserved to at least now that. he took a big fuck and kept going. he kissed hunter on that laid, hurt position and still stuck on that gross party floor for what felt like minutes, and he could swear he felt the other sucking onto him too, holding as steady as he could despite the circumstances. hunter didn’t taste like alcohol when he thought he would, actually all he could feel was his scent; he had a wood perfume that he wasn’t sure why it was so strong, yet it filled his lungs so much that he almost felt like he couldn’t breathe. he liked it way too much. but it was gone suddenly and he was kind of glad for that because that was no place to such display nor he wanted to feel more intoxicated than he already was. hunter helped him back onto his feet, even if he had to hold him still with his own body for a second. ‘ niceee. ’ with a little shy thumbs up, eyes on the floor trying to stay put woojin promised himself to never drink again or never set foot on another disgusting party not as long as hunter was still existing on this earth.