the pineapple incident

➠ two

present
felix

i couldn't seem to recall anything else after minho basically forcing me to down five shots, so i got out of bed, not waking the sleeping stranger. i threw on blue pyjama bottoms and a baggy white shirt, still looking disheveled.

"morning, mr. powerful brain," chan greeted me from the sofa, not looking up from his phone. there was a hint of a smug smirk on his face.

"oh, shut up," i flopped down next to him, rubbing my temples.

"i'm guessing you have questions?" he turned off his phone and sat cross-legged, facing me.

"about the pineapple? yeah."

"pineapple...? i mean last night. what pineapple-"

"it... doesn't matter. what happened last night?" i groaned, laying back and closing my eyes. it was too bright. my head hurt like hell.

"well, to be honest... i don't know the full story. at about nine-thirty i took you up here and put you in bed because i was concerned for your safety, and i went to sleep too. i guess you must've got up and left though. at around two or three in the morning i heard some sounds but i was half-asleep, so... i didn't investigate," chan explained. "but i got a few voicemails from minho at around ten."

"the morning... that must've been me and the mystery guy."

chan's eyebrows raised. "huh? mystery guy?"

"you don't know?"

i stood up slowly (cautious not to send another shock of pain through my head) and motioned for him to follow.

he opened my bedroom door a crack and peeked inside at the soundly sleeping man. he had his head buried into the pillow, the only notable things were his brown hair and exposed back.

"who's that?" chan whispered, shutting the door gently.

"i don't know! that's the problem. i'm also a little concerned about the pineapple," i whined, walking to the kitchen. then, an idea sparked in my head. my eyes widened. "play the voicemails minho sent?"

chan whipped out his phone. "alright."

i brought the bowl of cereal i'd just made and sat at the table with chan as he placed his phone on the table, pressing play.

flashback
third person
9:52pm

"lix is back! have fun sleeping, old man," minho shouted into his phone, a little tipsy but tolerating the alcohol well (he didn't want to miss or forget a moment of what was going to happen).

"i'll be doing karaoke while you sleep like a little fuckin baby," felix also shouted into the phone. minho sent the voicemail as felix swaggered his way over to the jukebox.

minho, sniggering, stood by the bar and ordered a couple more drinks then opened his camera to record. felix put on a good song and grabbed a mic, standing on a chair. he ran a hand through his messy blonde hair and began singing at the top of his lungs;

"feEL LIKE I'M YOUR CAT I'M YOUR DOOOOOG—" the song went on, attracting attention from some people (mainly making them leave the bar— most people stayed for the entertainment though— a crazy hot drunk guy standing on a chair and yelling about being someone's pet. who wouldn't watch that?)

halfway through the song, minho began to voice record again, just at the right time. felix had just got to the best part—

"feel like cinderella n— waaAH!" he moved too quick on the chair and went tumbling to the floor. minho burst into a fit of laughter, as did some people in the booths around, and he ended the voicemail, the upbeat background music to cat & dog still playing, quieter now.

present

"that explains the bump on my head..." felix frowned and rubbed the top of his head. "are there any more?"

chan shook his head, searching through his messages. "not from minho. although, one from you. i haven't heard this one..." he pressed play.

flashback
11:54pm

"father!" felix began the message with a loud expression. there were a few moments of silence, in which the blonde cleared his throat. "i mean, chan. my dad. my favourite daddy. minho left i think. i don't know, i came in here to throw up, oH SHIT—" there was a loud splash, and the voicemail ended. felix's phone slapped the toilet water, sinking below his vomit.

ew.

the mere sight made the boy want to throw up even more, but he quickly stumbled out of the stall.

"karaoke guy? hey," a handsome man with chestnut hair and black earrings with a few tattoos on his neck was finishing washing his hands, and turned round to look at the drunken boy.

"what's up bro?" lix said in english. the guy tilted his head to the side. "oh shit, i mean hola."

the other guy laughed. "nice singing earlier. i'm changbin." he stuck his hand out to shake, and to give felix some much-needed balance.

"f-felix..." smiled, drunk but 100% sure of changbin's gorgeousness. he was the most beautiful man he'd ever seen.

"thank you."

wait, gay ass did you just say that out loud?

"you're alone here, felix?"

"yeah," felix hiccuped, still gripping tightly onto changbin's hand. he moved his other hand up changbin's muscly arm, lowkey feeling him because he hot. also because he needed more balance because he was drunk off his ass.

"mm, not anymore."