𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧 //𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜

14.

(A/N: I made myself on picrew! Obviously it's a bit different to me irl #iwantclearskin but it represents me pretty well. I mean I basically live in oversized black jumpers)

"Drinks?" Although they were all underaged, Minho and pretty much most of them had drunk before. That's just what they were like, but Minho didn't expect them to bring drinks to this. "Just don't throw up in my house, okay?"

"You say that as if you aren't gonna be drinking with us, but no promises." Hyunjin rolled his eyes as he walked to a box behind the counter.

After some more small talk, everyone took a seat on the couch. Jisung in between Minho and Felix.

"I raise this glass in a toast to Jisung coming home!" Felix called out with the biggest, goofiest smile on his face. Jisung couldn't help but grin, collapsing on Felix in a hug.

Everyone knocked their glasses together with a tink and downed their drinks. This was Jisungs first time drinking, but he wasn't opposed to the idea if he was with his friends. He knew he was safe, but that didn't stop him from feeling a little bit scared, excited-scared, but still scared.

"I can't thank you enough for letting me stay here, Minho. This is such nice place and I don't really think I deserve any of it." Jisung chuckled a little as he looked around at the high ceilings and polished designer furniture.

"Hey, at least Minho doesn't have to live a sad lonely life anymore." Hyunjin scoffed to Chan, although wanting Minho to overhear.

"You still hate me, don't you?" Minho rolled his eyes. "Anyway, stop thinking you don't deserve this, okay? We all care about you. And we all should have from the start - I should have from the start."

"Don't worry about it. You've changed, I'm starting to trust you now." Jisung smiled, patting Minho lightly on the arm. He bent forward and poured a cup for himself.

"You don't have to drink that if you don't want to, Jisung." Minho stated a little worriedly.

"I'm not forcing myself. Everyone else is, so I may as well too, right?" He looked down at the drink, mesmerized by how the he could see himself in the reflective, crimson liquor.

Minho nodded hesitantly, downing a shot of his own.

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"I think me and Innie are gonna head out, he doesn't feel too well." Hyunjin stated, a serious tone to his voice. They all understood that Jeongin was a light weight.

Felix took Jeongins spot and scooted closer to Changbin, looking up at him as if his eyes contained the aurora-borealis. Changbin couldn't be sure if it was the whiskey or just Felix being clingy, but either way Changbin loved it. He was drunk himself anyway.

Jisung grew a doomed expression as he held a fifth shot in his sweaty hands. He could feel himself slipping away, his eyes would linger closed when he'd blink and his movements became slow and weaker. He was afraid to talk in case his words were slurred, but since everyone else was still drinking, he felt obligated too as well.

"Jisung, you going okay?" Minho checked up on the boy. Jisung slowly met Minhos soft and concerned gaze, simply nodding and swiftly looking back at his thighs.

"No...Jisung, I want words." Minhos voice was soft so that it was almost a whisper. Jisung felt himself sink into the seat a little.

"Yeah." Was all Jisung could get out, but Minho didn't buy it - not at all.

"Do you want to take a rest in my room for now? You don't have to keep drinking." Minho tilted his head. Jisung had never seen Minho this seriously worried about him before. Jisung looked around at everyone else having a good time, drinking and laughing like they hadn't seen eachother for months, contemplating weather he should go or not. "Please don't feel pressured, none of us would ever force you to go past your boundaries and we all understand that drinks aren't for everyone."