pairing ❥ haechan x reader
genre ❥ angst, fluff, suggestive, university! au, friends with benefits, fuckboy! haechan
word count ❥ 10.1k
note ❥ happy hyuck day! this is two hours late but i really did want to put something out
playlist ❥ pools - niki | i like u - niki | wicked games - kiana lede | labyrinth - taylor swift | slow down - chase atlantic
You’re not sure why you find yourself in this exact position every week, despite your obvious distaste towards the sordid environment.
It’s way too crowded for the cramped space that makes up the basement, the strobe lights making the darkness seem even more claustrophobic. You’d typically enjoy the feeling of a warm body against yours, but not so much when it’s multiple sweaty figures pressing against each other uncomfortably in an attempt to follow the music.
Your drink is lukewarm when you take a sip, the sugary-sweet soothing the burn of the alcohol as you make a fruitless attempt to move to a corner where someone’s less likely to collide into you.
“Don’t usually see you here.” Renjun is smiling when he leans next to you, handing over a new drink that is, thankfully, ice cold.
“We both know you’ve seen me passed out in your car more times than we can count,” you mutter dryly, and he shakes his head. “I didn’t mean that. Just that I expected to find you on the dance floor.”
He’s right. You’re often more enthusiastic about socialising than anything else, because it seems to be the only worthwhile thing to be gained out of wasting your weekends at a frat. Conversations are a lot easier to start when you’re tipsy, and introductions less awkward through the help of mutual friends.
You shrug pathetically. “Not really feeling it today.”
“Well, we’re heading out to get pizza soon, if you want to join. This party is kind of shit, anyways.”
“Jeno, Jaemin and a few of the people from the reporting club. Not too many though, because we’ve only got two cars.”
You smirk slightly. “Jaemin’s leaving his own party?”
“Well, it seems someone leaked the details to a few freshmen, so it was already ruined from the start,” Renjun explains, fingers drumming against the wallpaper.
“Hey, you guys ready to go-” Jeno pauses at the sight of you, car keys dangling precariously from his fingers. “Are you coming along?”
You let out a sound of annoyance. “Don’t sound so unhappy about it.”
He grins apologetically then, eyes curving into two crescent moons. “Sorry. I’m just tired.”
“Physiology is kicking his ass right now,” Renjun explains, and you blink innocently.
“Aren’t all your examinations just doing pushups in the gym?” You barely bite back your laugh when you say it.
The question earns a pinch on your arm from Jeno, and Renjun steps in between the both of you before you can retaliate, tugging each of you towards the door.
“Oh, by the way, you’re in Jaemin’s car.” Renjun points you towards the boy’s white Subaru, following Jeno in the opposite direction. “I would offer for you to take ours, but it’s already full.”
“It’s okay. Jaemin has better music anyways,” you reply, crossing the parking lot and pulling the door open before Jeno can register your statement.
The windows are down, which means Jaemin sees you in his rearview mirror, a blinding smile lighting up his face when he waves at you. “Y/N!” He greets, energetic despite the late hour. Next to him, Chaewon is riding shotgun, short hair tucked behind her ears.
“Let us know if you don’t have enough space in the back,” she tells you, fiddling with the stereo as you get in.
It’s only then that you realise there’s someone else in the backseat with you, and it’s not a face you recognise.
He’s staring unabashedly at you, and you take in his appearance, from the black ripped jeans to the combat boots, to the leather jacket stretching across your shoulders. And to top it off, his hair is combed up to reveal his forehead, honey-toned skin made even more obvious in the dim light.
If you weren’t half-drunk, you might be able to register that he’s likely one of the most attractive men you’ve seen in your life. Instead, what escapes your mouth is:
“Who the hell is this guy?”
