↱FRIENDS↲ ⇾woosan⇽

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"San-hyung says he could beat me in a fight if he wanted to." Mingi mused, galaxy eyes wide with amusement when he turned to look at Yeosang.

"Tell him he's fucking wrong, Yeosang."

It was mid October and all seven of them (excluding Jung Wooyoung, who was also there so technically all eight of them.. but San was pointedly trying to ignore Wooyoung but it was hard with the way he was smiling, laughter wild as he beat Hongjoong at Rock Paper Scissors from the other side of the table again) had just gotten back from dyeing Seonghwa's hair, and now they were packed in tight in the corner of a club just down the street from the flower shop San worked at.

Seonghwa had ditched his blond hair for a petal hue of pink, and it seemed to be catching eyes more and more as the night went on, attracting both men and women who sent trays of drinks his way in offering.

While Yunho put on the meanest face he could manage, Seonghwa certainly didn't seem to mind the free beverages.

San had thought the color would look a little promiscuous, especially paired with Seonghwa's sultry smile and sensual eyes, but San realized the change of hair was a nice gateway to conversations he'd otherwise be searching for desperately, wanting a distraction.

That's what all of this felt like really.

The alcohol, the music, the drone of laughter and the heat of the smoke drifting in from the bar.

One big distraction that San needed to work.

San fixed his gaze on Mingi, lips quirked.

"Listen here, brat. I'm smart- you're dumb. I'm big- you're little. I'm right- you're wrong. And there's nothing you can do about that."

Mingi choked on his drink, spitting up liquid all over his mouth and chin.

"Did you just quote Matilda?"

"It proved my point, didn't it?"

"In what universe are you bigger than me?"

"In the universe of dick, pretty boy." San answered smoothly, teeth clinking against the glass of his whiskey as his smile widened, pulling his eyes thin and his lips wide.

Seonghwa laughed so hard he fell across Yunho's lap, banging his head on the underside of the table in the process, and Hongjoong began repeatedly slapping the countertop violently enough to send empty shot glasses rattling down to the other side of the booth.

Mingi flushed, Yeosang sighed, and Wooyoung's features twisted into a bizarre smile that had San's stomach caving into the soles of his feet.

Jongho was, well, somewhere.

This get together was for his birthday after all.

"My pinky could drop kick your ass." Mingi recovered effortlessly, throwing back a shot and slamming the glass onto the counter when he was finished, almost like a threat.

He quirked an eyebrow, eyes crinkling, and San had to admit he was thoroughly amused.

Yeosang looked over at Mingi, who was now his boyfriend of two weeks (the weed had really kicked some sense into them), and smiled so fondly that San almost forgot about his own problems.