Faded cries | minsung

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A few minutes had passed but due to Jisung's poor tolerance to alcohol and Minho's questionable life choice, they were both gone. Jisung was laughing at every story Minho was telling and the other way around as well.

"So, is it true that in Canada it can go to -25 degrees?" Jisung asked with wide eyes, sipping on a new cocktails.

"Yeah, it was crazy cold the first year I got there but you get used to it after a while, what about here? Heard it was burning hot this past year"

"Oh it was horrible, the hospital was filled with people who refuse to put sun screen to tan" Jisung complained and leaned his back on the soft sofa, arching his back and groaning. Minho looked over at him, helplessly closing his eyes and his mouth opening up just enough to let a sigh out.

"I can't even remember the last time I was this drunk..." he laughed slightly, looking over at Minho who was smiling with a messy blush over his nose.

"This is my every day life..." he looked over the floor and a few people winked at him.

Jisung's eyes trailed to his neck again, seing the faded hickeys.

"Do you sleep around a lot?" He didn't have a filter anymore, so any questions he had just came out right away.

"Yeah you could say that"

"What about a partner? A kid?"

"No none of that, it's not really my thing anyway." Minho shrugged and took another sip from his drink. "What about you?" He asked with a smirk on his lips.

"I've got a little boy...his name is Kaito, I love him so much" Jisung smiled, looking into his glass.

"Is it yours?"

"Of course it's mine!"

"So you actually had sex with a woman?" It just came out of his mouth and Jisung sighed.

"You said we wouldn't talk about it"

"Yeah im sorry...I can't help it" they locked eyes for a few seconds, jisung blinking a few times and that's how Minho knew he was completely gone.

Jisung was about to grab another drink but Minho put a hand over it.

"Before you take another drink, stand up so we can see how far gone you are"

"I'm fine" Jisung leaned on the couch again, but Minho knew alcohol all too well. He tried to reach for his drink again but Minho took it from him.

"Hey!-"

"Stand up and walked around first, wouldn't want you in a coma"

"Fine" Jisung stood up and immediately regretted it, it took him a few seconds before he could find balance, only to fall back down closer to Minhos lap this time. He then out of reflex held himself against his shoulder in order to not fall farther, but when he looked back up he saw Minho's warm eyes. They melted his own, not to mention that his face was on fire for touching his body. Jisung slowly pulled away when he realized how close they were but Minho kept a cool toned expression, staying calm.

"See? I'm fine" Jisung chuckled, leaning down to lay his head on the back part of the couch and looking at Minho.

"I'll get you a cab home" Minho reached for his phone but the younger one sort of whined under his breath and reached for his hand, placing the phone back in his pocket.

"Not yet...it's still early" he hated how desperate he sounded, how much he felt his voice lean all over Minho in a desperate attempt not to be alone.

"Well it's not like you can walk"

"I can walk just fine" he got up and walked around, trying his best not to tumble over or fall miserably. He then looked back at Minho proudly and smiled widely. Minho felt his heart pound at the way his cheek covered his eyes when he did, the way his lips curved up so effortlessly.

"Then take me where ever you want..." Minho got up and walked towards him slowly.

"Lead the way...bunny" he looked deep into his eyes and Jisung's gaze shifted to a playful one.

"You'll never guess where I'm taking you" he laughed and took his hand, running off to the door and arriving on the street of the city, jisung walking around, not remembering that his hand was in the others palm. He was clearly more wasted then Minho was, but it didn't change that they both knew exactly what was happening, even if they didn't want to admit it just yet.

Nothing had changed between them.

It was the rest of the world who did.

"Where are you taking me?" Minho raised a brow playfully.

"I'm not telling youuuu, just come on, you're so slow" they ran across the streets, not caring what anyone thought of them.

Once they were completely out of breath, Jisung stopped in front of a shop and pulled Minho inside before he could even see what it was. Once they were in, the neon lights and the laugher made it clear where they were.

"Bowling huh?" Minho smiled and looked around, then his gaze shifter back to Jisung quickly who was already trying his best to talk to the worker.

"I'll get your place ready, put the shoes on for now" the man said and left them alone.

"You're going to have to help me put my shoes on" Jisung sat down on the bench next to them and spread his legs without thinking much about it, throwing his head backwards and letting a gasp out.

Minho looked at his body for the first time that night, going over every curve and every detail of it. It was just as beautiful as he remembered.

He stopped himself and grabbed pairs of shoes, going down on his knees in front of his old friend and placed Jisung's foot on his thigh to undo the laces.

"You can't even put your own shoes on, how are you going to play?"

"You'll see" Jisung gave a big happy smile and looked down to meet his eyes. It felt like the music stopped and the only ones that were there were the two of them, in the barely lit lights. Minho was looking up at him, holding his leg gently, his look so filled with light and overall joy. Jisung's eyes were hesitant, playful and like a layered ice that was melting.

Once they both had their shoes on, they headed to their section and saw the orange, green and pink bowling balls set right there for them. They watched their lane with the perfectly aligned keels.

"After you" jisung sat to the side and his eyes looked up then down at his body, not even hiding it.

Minho smiled and picked up a pink one, winking at Jisung.

"Before we start, I want a deal"

"A deal?"

"Yes, like last time, winner gets a favour from the other one, anything they want"

"Okay, I'm willing, ready to lose then?"

"In your dreams." A mutual agreement fused between them and they both nodded at the same time.

'I'm winning this.' They both thought.