No Control

The music in the room next door was loud enough to shake the walls. The bass thumped through the house, you could feel the beat in your chest. Voices overlapped somewhere beyond the hallway laughter, shouting, someone yelling the lyrics to a song. 

Were they the right lyrics? 

No, but that's ok.

The party had gotten bigger at some point without anyone noticing.

Y/n was in a room far from the source of the music. Yes, you could feel the music, but it wasn’t loud enough to be too bothersome.

Y/n leaned back against the couch, half-listening to Minju argue with Yunah over which movie they should put on after they got bored of dancing. 

“You always pick something depressing or action-filled OR scary, and I don't want to watch something scary,” Yunah complained, stealing chips from the open bag in Minju’s hands.

“And you have the attention span of a goldfish,” Minju shot back.

“For the last time, I don’t know what that means,” Yunah said while waving her hands around.

Moka laughed softly from beside Y/n, shoulders brushing his for barely a second before she stepped away again.

He noticed it but chose to just let it linger.

“You’re quiet,” she said, glancing up at him.

He looked to her, “So are you.”

“That’s because Yunah’s talking enough for everybody.”

“Fair point.” 

Moka smiled under her breath, trying to hide it behind the rim of her cup.

“It’s getting suspicious,” Minju said flatly, scrolling through movies on the TV while people shouted over each other in the living room. “At this point you two are either secretly dating or deeply committed to psychological warfare.”

“For the last time. We are not dating,” Moka said for what was probably the tenth time that night.

Yunah, currently trying to manage both the music queue and three different drunk people asking where the drinks were, pointed at them from across the room. “Then explain whatever this is.”

Y/n looked around dramatically. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“That,” Yunah said. She pointed to our shoulders “The constant touching!”

Moka frowned. “We barely touch.” At the exact same moment, she reached over to brush chip crumbs off Y/n’s hoodie sleeve.

The room went silent for half a second.

Minju slowly lowered her phone and looked at them. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Moka blinked. Then looked down at her own hand still resting on his arm. “Oh. That.”

Y/n laughed immediately. “You guys are insane,” he said.

“We’re insane?” Yunah repeated. “You literally look at each other like you’re in a slow-burn romance drama!”

“We do not.”

“You absolutely do,” Minju added. “Last week he carried you because you said your feet hurt.”

“My feet did hurt! Did you see my shoes?”

“And she feeds you food constantly,” Yunah accused.

“That’s because he forgets to eat when he games.”

“That’s not helping your case,” Minju sighed.

The thing was, none of it meant anything.

At least that’s what both of them kept telling themselves.

It had started as a joke forever ago. Tiny fake-flirty moments just to mess with their friends because Yunah reacted like she was watching a scandal unfold in real time. 

And honestly? Watching her lose her mind was hilarious.

So naturally, instead of stopping, they got worse.

“You know what?” Y/n said casually, leaning back into the couch. “Maybe we are dating.”

Yunah looked at the two of them with a look that would definitely kill if it could.

Moka immediately grabbed his arm dramatically. “Babe, don’t expose us like that.”

“Oh my god,” Yunah whispered.

Minju looked exhausted already. “The two of you suck.”

Y/n bit back a laugh as Moka rested her head briefly against his shoulder just to make Yunah even more upset. 

That did it. 

Yunah pointed at them like she’d finally snapped. “GET OUT.”

“What?”

“OUT. BOTH OF YOU.” Moka burst into laughter.

“You have a party to tend to, you know,” Minju reminded Yunah while grabbing a drink from the table.

She turned to Minju and said, “I CAN DO BOTH.”