"So are you coming?" Hyukjae asks the boy lying flat across his bed with a Macbook on his clothed stomach. 

"You ask as if I have a choice," Donghae replies monotonously. And Hyukjae nods with a smirk, liking the fact that it's no longer necessary to constantly irritate his best friend in order for him to say yes. This is the seventeeth party the brunette has had to attend; he has learned from the first, second and third parties that Hyukjae would not quit until he agreed to join. 

At the fourth party, Donghae wondered why Hyukjae was so insistent for him to tag along. 

At the fifth party, Donghae left midway while Hyukjae went to the restroom because he was tired. At the fifth party, Hyukjae called Donghae and screamed through the phone why the did you leave me here. At the fifth party, Hyukjae ran back to their apartment after the phone call and didn't talk to Donghae for two days.

At the sixth party, when Hyukjae got wasted and cried his eyes out, Donghae finally learned why the redhead kept wanting him to come to parties.

"I'm sorry that you keep having to do this, Hae. I know how much you hate it and how despite that, you come with me anyway." The older explained that High School was tough for him. His best friend was handsome and popular and literally every girl who had ever heard of 'that boy with a pretty face and taco-shaped eyes' had a crush on said boy. On the other hand, Hyukjae did not have an appearance that could match up to Donghae. But having Donghae by his side allowed others to notice him too, it allowed others to think that hey, that guy is kinda cool too. Even though it's different in college, Hyukjae persists that he still needs Donghae. The latter tried to comfort him, telling him that it's not like that and that you're great and you don't need me, you idiot. But the redhead just cried more and clutched the younger's expensive shirt.

At the seventh party, Donghae stayed and Donghae enjoyed himself - well, tried to. 

At the eight party, Donghae thinks that huh, this isn't that bad anymore. He didn't want to tell that to Hyukjae, though.

And now, at their shared apartment, Hyukjae is getting ready for the seventeeth party. Although Hyukjae's face is painted with a smile, the ball of guilt that hovers in his conscience gets bigger every time he has to practically force his younger friend to go to another gathering. The redhead is completely aware of how reluctant Donghae is to accompany him and knows that he has to make it up to the latter before their nineteen years of friendship snaps. 

And that's how Donghae and Hyukjae find themselves sitting cross-legged next to each other in a circle with other college students, mostly unrecognisable ones, around an empty bottle. 

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My first fic! Don't expect much.. This was just an idea i've had for a long time. I was never gonna write it because I don't write ever but I had a go with the foreword.  

P.S.: I know you're probably thinking that eunhae are gonna fall in love after they're forced to kiss

but no i'm not that cliche

that doesn't mean there won't be any cliches though. like seriously, there will be loads (if i decide to write this, that is)