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"What about you, min?"

Minho blinks, snapping out of his mini haze. He's more than a little buzzed by now, the soju shots he'd taken over the course of the night starting to take effect.

They don't drink that often. Most of them are lightweights *cough Hyunjin cough* and because they're always busy, they don't have the luxury of free time to sleep off any hangovers. Tonight is special though.

Tomorrow they get a free day to themselves for the first time after weeks of grind without end, and of course they had to dust off the abandoned bottles of alcohol from the back of the cabinets and celebrate. Chan insisted, going on about bonding and growing closer with the team by playing games and relaxing.

After a couple shots, Minho feels relaxed. Too relaxed.

"What about me?"

he asks, trying to locate the source of the voice that had asked him.

Hyunjin blinks back at him, face flushed a pretty pink and eyes slightly glassy. He always gets easily drunk anytime they drink. He's actually quite cute like this, mumbling flirty things without realizing how flirty they sound and getting even more handsy than he is sober.

"Truth or dare?"

Minho hums, deciding its best not to pick dare from someone so drunk. The last person who picked dare had to drink forgotten milk from the back of the fridge. Felix still looks pale from his choice.

"Truth."

"Best sex you ever had?"

Hyunjin also has zero sense of boundaries when he's like this.

It's not like boundaries really exist anymore between any of them, lines had started to blur a long time ago.

Privacy is a luxury living with seven other men, and they all know each other's most personal secrets, deepest fears after years spent living with each other, seeing each other at their best and their worst.

They all like to call each other soulmates with how close they've all gotten, how seamlessly they all seem to ebb and flow together. Like the universe meant for them to come together.

Minho however, does like to keep some things to himself.

He looks down at his alcohol, absentmindedly watching the fizz.

"Um...pass."

"Nope,"

Hyunjin shakes his head with a giggle.

"You already used your last one when I asked the last person you jacked it to."

"Maybe if you stopped asking questions like that,"

Seungmin says under his breath, but loud enough to reach them all anyways.

"No more drinks for Hyunjin,"

Jeongin declares, plucking the cup from the dancer's hands. Hyunjin whines and makes grabby hands but doesn't make it very far, his limbs a tangled, drunken mess.

"Can you at least answer the question?"

Hyunjin pouts at Minho.

Minho focuses harder on his drink. "No thanks."

"What about the last question? You can't pass more than once."

Minho sighs. "Hyunjin I am not answering who I last fantasized about when I got off."