Drunk Kisses | Mark Imagine #8

                                    

                                          
Title: Drunk Kisses
Genre: College AU, friends to lovers
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drinking, making out
Word Count: ~2.6k
Author's Note: I am very sorry for how long it's been since I've last posted something. Lately, I've just been very uninspired to the point that I think my career of writing fanfic is coming to an end. Anyhow, I hope you guys enjoy this. I'm sorry if it's not that good. Thank you for reading ^  ^
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Anyone who knew you even a little was well aware that you were not a party person. You were the type of college student who attended all your classes, got all your homework done before the due date, and spent your weekends stowed away in a library or your dorm room. 
In your world, going to college parties was strictly off-limits. Frankly, you've done a good job of avoiding them your entire freshman year. A few of your friends insisted that you were missing out on fun. But the idea of loud music, sweaty crowds, and the smell of spilled beer didn't sound like much fun to you.
But that all changed your sophomore year when your roommate, Jooyoung, finally convinced you to come to a homecoming party. She knew how much you hated any sort of social event, and respected your wishes. Now that you were in your second year, she was a little less forgiving.
"Come on, (Y/n). It's just one party. You can't just spend all your time in our dorm!" Jooyoung whined, half-dressed in her outfit for the night.
Glancing up from your laptop, you sighed. "You know I hate parties."
Unfazed by your weak excuse, Jooyoung rummaged through her closet in search of something for you to wear. She didn't even bother to look through yours, knowing you didn't own anything remotely party-appropriate.
"You're coming, and you're going to look cute," Jooyoung insisted. "Just give it a chance! You might even have fun for once."
You opened your mouth to argue that you had plenty of fun without frat parties being involved. But before you could say anything, Jooyoung tossed a sleek black dress on your bed. It was a simple yet elegant dress, with thin straps and a figure-hugging silhouette. 
 "Here put this on. Trust me, you'll look amazing," she urged, flashing you a grin. 
Amazing wasn't the word you'd choose when you reluctantly got up from your desk and changed into the dress. But before you could back out, Jooyoung was dragging you out of the dorms. As soon as you stepped outside with her, you regretted agreeing. You could already hear the sound of thumping music from blocks away, causing your stomach to knot as you approached the house.
It was even worse than you imagined once you got inside. The air smelled like alcohol and sweat, the bass from the music rattled your ribs, and people were packed together tightly, shouting over the noise.
Jooyoung's eyes widened when she recognized someone she knew in the crowd. "I'll be back!" she yelled over the music.
"Wait—" you began to protest, but she had already vanished into the sea of people.
Swallowing hard, you weaved through the crowd to follow after her. Just as you were about to give up hope, you felt a tap on the shoulder. Turning around, you were met with a familiar face. Lee Donghyuck.