↱TOUCH↲ ⇾seongjoong⇽

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Four hours later, Seonghwa was really coming to regret that decision.

Squished on the couch between a clingy Hongjoong and a sprawling Jongho, Seonghwa winced and buried his head in his boyfriend's shoulder as Wooyoung attempted a dramatic rendition of My Heart Will Go On into the microphone.

San was drunkenly swaying off-beat in support of his boyfriend, one beer held aloft, and Mingi was sitting on the floor between Yunho's legs, tears streaming down his face.

"I love this song," he sobbed, and Yunho reached down to pat him clumsily on the head.

"And I love Le... Leonardo di... di Capri sun-"

"That's not his name," slurred Hongjoong, and Yunho shot him a look so venomous that he shut up immediately.

Then he went back to petting Mingi's hair.

"Shh, baby, his name is whatever you want it to be."

Mingi hiccupped.

Jongho, who had been shaking his head adamantly for the past minute and a half, suddenly stood and pointed a finger at Wooyoung.

"You know I can't slut-drop to this, Wooyoung, change the fuckin' song!"

"Fuck you, Jongho," mumbled San, his eyes closed as he swayed side to side.

"You're just not trying hard enough."

Seonghwa started laughing and lifted his head, which was buzzing pleasantly with all the alcohol he'd consumed.

"He's right," he said, and Jongho gasped as though Seonghwa had betrayed him.

"You can do it, Jongho, I believe in you-"

"Yeah, Jongho, I thought you were supposed to be a dancer," interrupted Yunho, with a challenging smirk on his face.

"This should be easy for you."

Jongho crossed his arms, staring down at Yunho.

"Is that a challenge, puppy boy?"

Their friends started yelling immediately.

Seonghwa raised his voice loudest of all and cheered, "Slutty dance-off!"

Mingi, who'd finally stopped crying, lifted his head and started cheering too.

That was all it took to convince Yunho, who immediately stood unsteadily from the couch and stumbled towards Jongho.

"Let's go, Ho," he said, grinning widely. "I'm gonna win."

"Oh, please. You've never seen these hips in action," bragged Jongho, as he drunkenly puffed out his chest.

Wooyoung interrupted, throwing his hands up between them.

"Wait, wait - we need rules! Okay, Sannie can be DJ, and he'll flip between songs. You guys have to do your best sexy dance, and slut-drops get extra bonus points!"