Dominos:
"one of a set of small rectangular pieces of wood or plastic marked with a particular number of spots on each half of one surface, used in playing a game"
or
"the cumulative effect produced when one event sets off a chain of similar events...
Hey guys! As you all know, this week (well Saturday) is Skz's fifth year anniversary!
I'm FoIvE-
Also a happy birthday for Hyunjin as it's the 20th as I'm releasing this!
Anyways! For this week I decided to upload everyday, until Saturday, where there will be a special chapter for you guys!
I really wanna thank my friend for writing the first part of this chapter because honestly I couldn't have done better 😭😭 I only editors a little bit Nothing big as the first part (basically until we see Changbin) well she wrote it :D
Her story(ies) are really good and her writing style is amazing! To be compeletly honest, it's one of my favorite across Wattpad!
Thanks again Annie (:
ALSO THIS IS MY FAVORITE CHAPTER THAT IVE WRITTEN SO YALL PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT :D
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Ｄoｍinos: Chapter X Aftermath
Minho stumbled up the stairs as he was pulled by Han, eyes lidded with drowsiness, but he was not tired, because all he could focus on was the thrill of having Han's fingers laced between his.
He didn't want to stop, giving into the light intoxication and tripping up the stairs as Jisung attempted to drag him.
The brunette was pulling him up the stairs and he was going along with it, because it was Jisung.
Minho thought that that alone, was a good enough reason.
"C'mon!" Jisung slurred, finally making it to the top of the perfectly straight stairs that seemed rather wonky under the blurring of Minho's vision. "Let's go!" And he continued to grab onto Minho, swinging his arms around his neck, almost trampling him.
Almost.
Minho smiled, not sure why, eyes turning into crescents as he allowed himself to follow Jisung into a room.
Around him was the blurry space that could also be known as the younger's bedroom, tall walls and empty space giving him a small headache as he felt himself get more and more intoxicated.
He felt unreal. He didn't know if he was dreaming or not, and he sort of felt like he was swimming in soft clouds. Beautiful, tasty, pink cotton candy ones.
