Hate me. (Minsung)

//49//

"whatcha doing?"

the sound of the child's show they put on to relax minho was truly unbearable, so jisung went to the remote to try and find netflix so he could put on something else.

"trying to put something on." he mindlessly explained, searching through the applications of the tv.

truth be told, jisung grew to prefer this room.

it was cozy now, not as freezing from when he initially got there. but that was only thanks to chan.

chan ended up coming back a few minutes after he left the first time, bringing back snacks and more water for the two of them to make sure they were comfortable.

and after catching jisung shiver once, he instantly put on the heat in the room to warm it up.

chan also made sure to talk to the host of the party after seeking him out to make sure it was alright for the two of them to stay in the room, so once he got the okay, chan then brought them items.

and now here jisung was, nice and warm and eating little crackers with chicken salad on them that were spread on a platter. he felt so much better than before. fancy, even.

even with the company of drunk minho.

"put on a video of my cats." he murmured, leaning his head down on jisung's shoulder with far too much weight.

jisung winced, adjusting himself to not feel crushed under minho's head. "they wouldn't be on youtube, idiot." he said, finally finding netflix.

"you don't know that! they're superstars. they're famous." minho insisted, sloppily pointing towards the tv like there would be proof there. "i have two but want three one day."

"you're killing my arm." jisung complained, which he shouldn't have done. in a instant, minho wrapped his arms around jisung's one and squeezed.

"ow!" jisung yelped, trying to pull away. "that hurts!" he yelled, however minho only smirked at this.

"i know." he said, finally letting go and flopping back down onto the bed. "put on scary movie." he couldn't even form a proper sentence.

"i'll put on the nun." jisung figured that one would be very scary. he heard it traumatized one of his friends, and apparently they had to stay clear of churches for a while afterwards.

he wanted to pick the scariest movie he could think of in order to mess with minho a little. if he got scared then that would grant at least a little more joy.

besides, jisung actually wanted to watch it too.

"give me food." minho patted down on the bed loudly to catch jisung's attention, creating a ruffle in the sheets as he motioned to the platter at jisung's side.

there was no use arguing. minho wasn't in his right mind for crying out loud, so there wasn't anything to gain from trying to fight with a drunk person.

plus, jisung had no desire to.

so he took one of the crackers and made sure not to drop any of the chicken salad placed on top of it, and carefully brought it over to minho. "don't eat laying down."

this earned a very loud and obnoxious whine from the older, who kicked his foot in annoyance a few times. "i can do whatever i want." he complained.

jisung blankly looked at him, grabbing his arm and forcing him to sit up. "you're not about to choke on my watch." he held out the cracker for him to take.

minho looked at it for a moment before opening his mouth and letting go of an "ahh" closing his eyes and waiting.

jisung looked at him in disbelief, down to his lips which were still red from his alcohol consumption. his cheeks were still flushed and were an indication of his intoxication.