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Arguably, there is only one reason why she even agreed to show her face at some god forsaken party — her friends had begged her to be their designated driver and after bribing her with a good amount of promises, she reluctantly said yes.
She already knew how much a mess her friends would be in come morn yet she drove them to their destination regardless yet not that the atmosphere of the party is starring at her right in the face, she regretted her decision immediately. Sojin stayed as far away from the booze for long that the space allowed her movements for whenever the alcohol is, that’s where the pile of drunks are lining up. She would hate to get on the wrong foot with them at this point.
Mau pulang. The fowl scent of the drinks was mixed into the oxygen she breathed and the unlikely sight of sweaty bodies pressed against each other wasn’t necessarily her favourite thing in the world. She had asked for a glass of water and even that seemed nonexistent in favour of booze._ Worst party ever. _With the small of her back pressed against the wallpaper, she prayed for time to quicken.
He hates these things. Not parties per se, but the ones at which he has no option but show up, never mind that he knows no one and has no intention to be a social butterfly. But the option had been to let his sister look after herself while terribly drunk (and no promise that she would not touch alcohol would make him believe her), so he had to.
She is dancing now, and from Taekwoon's position, he has a fairly good view of her location, so, when he's certain that she's in no immediate danger, he allows his gaze to stray. Almost everyone is drunk by now, but that's to be expected with how late into the night it is. So, it's no surprise that when he sees someone quite obviously sober (and seemingly hating the party just as much as he does), he can't help himself but try to interact.
He's rather awkward with first meetings, as a rule, so he takes advantage of the fact that when he approaches he can hear her demand water - she's not provided any, but given a minute, he manages to sober someone up enough as to find out where he could obtain some from. So he tries again, holding out the glass for her like a peace offering when he bows his head in a silent greeting. "Water?"
