"Haechan?" Jaemin raises a brow in confusion once he opens the front door to his beloved home, revealing his said best friend in his casual go-to outfit.

"Sup, man." Haechan greets him, beaming. His hair was all styled up, wearing a random necklace he probably took in his drawer and Jaemin could smell a bit of perfume lingering on him.

"Why are you here?" Quirking his other eyebrow as he crosses his arms. Jaemin scans him up and down one more time, "aren't you supposed to be at the party or something?"

"Yeah," the tanned male nods at him, still keeping the smile on his face. "And you're coming with me." He suddenly announces.

"What?" Jaemin leans his head a bit forward, puzzled. "Why? And why not Renjun?"

"To have fun and keep me company, Renjun also is a party pooper, can't bring him there and be the reason to ruin the fun." Haechan calmly explains.

The blond haired boy chuckles a little in amusement with both of his eyebrows now up. "You basically talked shit about Renjun behind his back."

Haechan blinks a few times before face palming himself, "ah shit." He murmurs under his breath before shaking the thought off.

"Anyway, you with me?"

"Nah, bro. You do know who's there right?" Jaemin emphasizes.

His friend pouts and grabs him by the shoulders before shaking him nonstop. "Jaemin~ please! Help a bro out!"

"On what?" The said blond haired boy deadpans.

"Just come with me to the party, do you really want me to go there alone and possibly do something reckless?" Haechan crosses his arms this time, testing his friend.

Shaking his head, Jaemin takes a moment to ponder in thought as Haechan was still frowning at him. "I just wanna have fun without Renjun killing me."

Sighing, the blond haired boy nods his head in defeat. "Fine," he gives in, monotone. "We don't have any homework and I finished studying a little bit anyway." Giving a small reason.

Haechan's lips turns back to a grinning one and he clasps his hands together, "well? What the hell are you doing? Go change, loser." He ushers.

Jaemin only replies with his usual chuckle, shaking his head at his silly friend before turning on his heel as he heads back up to his bedroom to change clothes.

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Arriving at the party, it was always the usual-cliché and very expected event.

Jaemin and Haechan were first greeted by a drunk schoolmate of theirs from the chess club before another guy- probably another member of said club- ushers them in and leads the drunk boy somewhere else.

"Do you wanna go to the dance floor, mingle with people, or do you want to get snacks and drinks?" Haechan said loudly to him due to the background music booming through the whole house.

"Either, just don't leave me behind you idiot." The blond haired boy answers him.

"I don't want to drag your drunk ass home or even worse, having to find you somewhere with a random someone." He then rolls his eyes.

"Who knows? I might get laid tonight." The tanned male comments, wiggling his eyebrows while at it.

"Too bad, as much as you don't want Renjun to kill you tomorrow, I don't to be his second victim as well."

Huffing, Haechan grabs his wrist and brings him somewhere, not really sure where to go.

He then asks a few people around for directions and doesn't forget to thank them- despite some of them barely acknowledging him properly.

They somehow did a full circle around the big house, Haechan still trying to find something interesting.

"You're struggling."

"Yeah, because you're here. I can't get drunk nor get laid, because you'll snitch on me!" He ruffles his once neat styled up hair in frustration.

"Whatever, dude. Let's just get some food before we can join some games or the dance floor." Jaemin suggests, grabbing Haechan by the arm this time.

He did memorized the house a little bit throughout their full circle route. So it comes to no surprise that he knows where the kitchen is by now.

"This is so dumb." Haechan mutters beside him, sluggishly following Jaemin to the counters.

"You were the one who wanted to go," Jaemin deadpans with a click of his tongue. He scans the set of food and grabs a piece of pizza.

"Here, didn't you want one earlier?" He shoves the pepperoni pizza onto Haechan's hand.

The tanned male shrugs and takes a bite of the food, "it's not the be-"

"Hey there." Their conversation was interrupted by a voice, turning their heads at the other direction.

"Uhm, hey?" Haechan raises a brow at the person, he lamely waves a hand.

It was a red haired girl- though the color was obviously starting to fade away soon- she was wearing a green top matching it with a pair of black ripped jeans and ankle boots.

The two boys recognizes her- kind of.

She was also a popular student in their school- a part of the well-known cliques- I suppose. However, she's in a different group.

The group she's in is not really well-known as Jeno's group. Maybe because they don't throw much attention as the other group does.

Or maybe the students aren't as interested with their business than they are with Jeno's group.

For the said two groups, they're not that much friendly with each other.

You could say- they're enemies. Nobody really knows if they're just competitive with one another or they're low-key just having a grudge.

Besides, Jeno's group mostly gets attention because of Lee Jeno himself. Despite not the one running the cliché clique, he does earn the most attention out of his friends.

Credits to his behavior and very well-known history around school.

It's still a little weird though, being approached by a popular student in a random party.

"I'm Alissa." The girl introduces herself, taking a few steps closer to them.

(A/N: I'm so sorry for anyone who's name is Alissa, ily 😭❣️)

"Hey, I'm Jaemin." The blond haired boy said with a smile, "and this is my friend, Haechan." Gesturing over to the tanned male beside him.

In a blink of an eye, Jaemin and Alissa were having a conversation while Haechan was at first with them before he withdrew and went over to the dance floor after finishing his slice of pizza.

Jaemin and Alissa were so busy with topic after topic, sharing laughs with one another, even managing to gently run their fingers on the other person's figure- whether it be on the hand, arm, face, Jaemin's chest-

That they didn't notice someone watching them, sipping on their red solo cup with a small scoff escaping their lips.