you're my best friend : minsung ✓

sixteen

Now that Jisung was more confident in his dancing skills, they went to the next party. Their group of six met in front of the dorms. "What's up?" Felix turned out to be a very physically affectionate person. The first thing he did whenever they saw each other was to give everyone a bone-crushing hug. Minho wouldn't wonder if he was going around hugging random strangers as well.

"Nothin' much mate," Chan answered as he was released from his hug. They strolled around the campus, talking about daily stuff and rumors.

Seungmin knew all the tea. Nobody knew how or why, but he had the whole tea with the juiciest details about someone he had nothing to do with.

The party was pretty decent. The music was good. Two law students were mixing the drinks behind a provisional bar. Jisung downed a few shots, to the surprise of everyone but Minho, and then disappeared into the dancing crowd.

"Don't ask me, he's trying to explore himself or something." Minho held both hands up in surrender as the boys bombarded him with questions.

The night continued. Everyone did what they usually did.

Except for Minho.

He used to keep an eye on Jisung and he used to have fun trying to keep him from doing stupid things. Tonight wasn't that fun. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't trying to find him in the crowd. His gut feeling told him that there must be something wrong.

If he could he would turn time back and ignore it.

Because yes, he did find him, and yes his sudden impulse had reasons.

Jisungs face was glittering in the flickering neon lights. Probably from the glitter on the girl's dress, who was clinging to his shoulders. Minho had never felt the need to see Jisungs tongue. And it was never going to be one of his needs, now that he saw it moving in the girl's throat.

Minho stood there, clenching his red plastic cup in his grip, and watched his best friend make out with a girl.

Nothing bad. No, he could imagine that everyone had the "pleasure" to be confronted with that. Minho found no "pleasure" in it, he wasn't even happy to be able to tease him about it tomorrow.

He felt like something hit his head upside down or someone threw a hook to his stomach. Where ever that pain came from, it made him dizzy to the point he turned around to slowly walk away. His vision was blurry from the water pooling on his eyelashes. Why the fuck was he crying?

His footsteps carried him in the direction of the stairs. Minho was too deep in his thoughts to realize that he was walking into someone. Until his drink met the chest of the stranger and spilled all over him. "Fuck, sorry!" Minho blinked his tears away and gave the boy the best apologizing look he had.

"Don't cha worry, happens all the time." He scratched his head. "But you look like you're about to commit arson... or suicide." He took a good look at Minho's face.

He seemed young, his white (and soaked with his cola-brandy) had kisses painted with black lipstick all over it. Moments later his face lit up and he began searching in his pockets for something. "Here, this is the address of a friend of mine, he's amazing at dealing with heartbreak. You should go talk to him!"

Loud footsteps sounded from the top of the stairs. "Tell him Jeongin sent you." Minho nodded. He was kinda dazed, maybe overwhelmed with what was happing right now. "Which major are you in?"

Jeongin nudged past him. "I'm graduating high school this summer." He sent a cheeky grin his way before disappearing through the front door.