This was terrible. Loud music, people all around you, making out, dancing, drinking and getting high. You wanted to be in bed, not in the corner of a party, abandoned by the very friends who dragged you here, saying that you needed to “open up more”. What a fucking joke. You finally sigh after about 3 minutes, trying to at least go get a drink to loosen up.
Not even two steps in, you bump into someone’s chest, distracted by looking around. God. Can’t even last a minute in the fuckass place. You look up to quickly apologize and walk away but you lock eyes with Song Mingi, the biggest fuckboy and most popular student on campus. The air got caught in your throat as he gazed at you, his pretty, blonde hair falling in front of his hazy eyes, a slight smirk on his face. “Gotta watch where you’re going, doll.” He mumbles, tilting his head.
Oh, he was absolutely insane. Your eyes couldn’t seem to tear away from his, like he had you in a trance. “What’s your name, pretty? You seem a bit.. lost.” He finishes off, running his fingers through his hair so that he could move his hair from his eyes.
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