His tattoos - Minsung-

Drunk words are sober thoughts

* TW This chapter will involve alcohol, sexual harassement and it will mention drugging

"Woah is that fairy." Changbin almost drooled at the sight of Felix coming over. He looked so soft yet really hot at the same time. Changbin couldn't believe it.

Almost the same thing went off in Felix head, but without the soft part. Because Changbin definitely did not look soft. He wore a white, kind of see-through sleeveless Shirt with black adidas sweatpants. Felix felt as if he had found his new weakness.

"Hi."

"Hi. You look stunning Lix."

Felix cheeks now took the shade of his pink eyelids. Changbin couldn't resist, he softly grabbed Felix by his waist and poured him a drink with the other hand. Not taking his hand away he handed it over. "Enjoy."

Felix took a sip of the drink, not tasting the alcohol. He looked over to Changbin, who already knew what was coming. "I made it sweet for you, I thought you may like it. But trust me it is really strong so be careful."

Felix smiled at him. The boy matched his taste without really knowing him.

Minho on the other side was searching for the blue. The blue hair that belonged to Jisung. He spotted him quite fast on the other side of the kitchen, his back facing Minho. Jisung was again dressed in all black with a black jacket and black jeans. Simple.

Minho went over to tap on Jisungs shoulder. The boy flinched a bit and slowly turned around.

For Jisung the whole world stopped. And not only for a second. It felt like an hour. Jisung completely checked the other out. And his eyes stopped exactly at the leg harness. His breath got stuck in his throath. The way it was wrapped around his thigh was driving Jisung a bit crazy. He unconsciously bit his lip.

"Well hi to you too." Minho had a sly grin on his face.

"Sorry. Do you want something to drink?" Jisung tried to get out of the obvious tension he himself had created. Not waiting for an answer he pulled out alcohol and soda and mixed something together. He handed it over to Minho, "It's my favourite, I want you to try."

When Minho tried it he scrunched his nose, it tasted really strong. The warmth of the alcohol washed over him immediately. It was a comfortable feeling, so he almost downed the whole drink before Jisung stopped him. "Hey easy cutie, I don't want to carry you home in an hour already."

"You would enjoy that wouldn't you?"

"OH HEY TOGETHER, SO NICE YOU COULD MAKE IT." Of course Chan had to interrupt them.

Everything happened way to fast. The world was spinning. Colours blending in together and separating again all in a matter of seconds. People were dancing, bodies were pressed together but nobody seemed to care. All their faces passed by in a blur. Minho found himself realizing what was happening and forgetting it in a second again. His body moved on his own. The only thing he could make out was the blue haired boy in front of him. He seemed to be crystal clear. Jisungs eyes were closed, he was moving to the beat, only opening his eyes for a second to look at Minho. Then closing them again.

The beat suddenly changed, it was a typical song out of their childhood. Everybody, including the two were screaming along the lyrics, laughing and spilling drinks everywhere. While Jisung wasn't that drunk Minho had to focus really bad on not knocking everything over. When Jisung noticed that Minho almost fell over he grabbed him by the waist for support and dragged him over to the large couch near them. Minhos feet stopped working, he was giggling and holding tightly on to Jisungs arms. Jisung sat him down and took a seat right next to him, Minho getting squeezed into Jisungs side immediately by the lack of space on the already full couch.