Walking in the Wind | 2Min

Chapter 13

When Seungmin reached Jake's house, Minho was indeed at the front porch, sitting on one of the stairs, clinging on the wooden post beside, hair and clothes all dishevelled.
The music could be heard from outside and Minho slightly bobbed his head up and down with its beats while singing along with some self-made lyrics.

To Seungmin's relief, people were mostly inside or in the backyard, making it much easier to find Minho.

"Minho Hyung. " He gave a slight nudge to the elder.
At that Minho looked up, his eyes glossy and sparking under the light out there, and he smiled showing all his teeth.
"You came?"

"Yeah. Now come let's go." Seungmin said as he went forward to wrap his arms around the elder trying to make him stand.

"Noooo....... Stay here a little more!"
Minho started nagging pulling Seungmin to sit with him for a while.

After many futile protests, with a sigh, Seungmin gave in and sat beside him on the stair. Minho now replaced the post with Seungmin's arm and leaned on him. None of them took the initiative to start a conversation. The silence wasn't uncomfortable either. (Silence, if we don't consider the music or noise if you rather call it so.) The younger just sat there, unbothered, with a weight leaned on him, staring into nothing, not even trying to do a thing about it.

People started leaving after a while, fumbling, swaying and giggling on their way out and it is then he pulled his hand out of Minho's hold which causes Minho to get out of trance and look at the Seungmin.

Again, he flashed his infamous toothed smile, but this time, Seungmin wasn't sure if it looked fake anymore.

"You know what, Seungmin? You're really pretty." Minho said softly in a calm tone, causing Seungmin to initially smile but then scrunch his face. He liked it or not, he knew that Minho kept on saying random things. Moreover, it's a drunk Minho that we're talking about.
"Hmm... And you know what Hyung? You're really drunk!"
But Minho only replied with another cliched line without the smile leaving his face, "Yeah, and in the morning, I won't be drunk, but you'll still be pretty."

Seungmin suppressed a laugh. And he thought to himself, 'why do I even bother? '. It didn't take him much time to brush it off.

"Let's get going now, it's getting late."
Minho didn't argue this time, he supported himself with the post beside and tried standing. Seungmin understanding the situation, wrapped his arm around his shoulder and steadied him before taking a step further.

The latter didn't even think twice, (he lost that ability long ago) he relied completely on Seungmin, who struggled to balance himself with the weight on him. And it would be a lie if he said that Minho wasn't heavy, that guy was made up of nothing but muscles and then we have him, well, as we all know he is our cute little pup and will always be.

They then started walking, wobbling rather, while Seungmin tried hard not to lose his balance or fall over.
Noise diminished in the background gradually with every step they took. And as they reached the sidewalks, Minho asked-
"Why?"

Seungmin looked at his Hyung who seemed to be weirdly confused.
"Why what?"
"Why did you come to get me?" Minho seemed to be deep in thought.

"Cause Chan Hyung was busy?" He said as if he was stating a fact.

"But you didn't have to, you know. You surely had better things to do on a Friday night and that too at this hour, sleep maybe, or study or hang out with your friends or Hyunjin. You could have just denied it. There were surely others who could do this. Changbin, Han, and if not them then Wooyung, beom- "

If Seungmin wasn't irritated before, now he surely was. So freaking much. Minho kept on mumbling, slurring his words, while repulsive alcohol smell filled the air, and this is what he hated with his whole heart.