Red Lights | Minho ✓

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       Dumbfounded, Minho stared at the red stain on his white shirt, his hand pulling the hem away from his body, his jaws dropped and brows knitting in utter confusion, which quickly moulded into agitation. His angry eyes bored at Miso, who just as expected had a blank stare.

"What fuckery is this?"

Welp, that was a twist. When Minho ordered for the drink he had a totally different outcome of his situation. He was going to hand it over to Miso and when she was about to take it, he'll tip it over, making it look like she was at fault. By the end of it, she'll come out like a clumsy missy, her dress ruined and her mood down casted.

But that wasn't the case here, as Minho's miscalculated her speed; when the glass tipped to the side, Miso, out of reflex tried pushing it away from her, resulting in one of Minho's favourite shirt to get a huge unwanted color on it.

"Shit bro, never thought you'd be clumsy."

Miso 1-0 Minho

If Minho could get any angrier, he would. He pursed his lips, heaving out frustrated sighs to calm down, she didn't just say that after his plan backfired. Well, there is always plan B and Minho even had up to plan Z at this point.

When the black haired was finally slightly, barely at ease, his angry look dissolved into a lazy one, a lopsided smirk in his lips.

Step two, faze two; Make her trip.

Let's see her smile after that, Minho chuckled inwardly. Simple yet efficient, minor mistakes makes a huge pile of errors. So he pushed himself off the barstool, gesturing for Miso to follow him. He had nowhere in mind, cause all he needed was for she to walk. He already had the shirt, incident but had quickly turned it to his favour, when she trip and many over clumsy mistakes he had planned, they'll definitely believe she was fault.

Perfect.

"Where the heck are we going now?" Miso sighed as she got up from her seat, grabbing her phone, running at bit to catch up with Minho. And that's when he stuck a foot out, grinning evilly.

Miso let out a surprised yelp, grabbing the only thing available, which so happened to be the taller's arms. "What are you crazy, woman?" Minho, in attempt to save himself pulled a little too much, stumbled backwards and ended up making both of them crash to the ground, Miso falling on him, her silky brown hair, cascading down his face, leaving ticklish sensations which he despised.

"Oh my fuck, bunny, you clumsy hoe!" The brunette sneered, getting off him, rubbing her forehead which was unfortunate enough to hit his chest.

Minho just laid there, glaring at her. Luckily for his pathetic ass, the bar was dark themed with barely enough light and since it was pretty damn early in the day, they weren't much people here. He got up, wincing in pain.

Miso 2-0 Minho.

Okay, she might had won this round, but Minho didn't plan on giving up that easily. Still carrying hope and optimism, Minho brows arched evilly.

Step two, faze three; make her bump into someone.

That shouldn't be too hard. Minho scanned the area, searching for a convenient spot to carry out his deed. His lips stretched into a broad smile when he spotted three girls just at the entrance. "I think we should go," he spoke, unable to hide his glint. He was certain that nothing could flunk this plan.

"But we just arrived," Miso crossed her arms, making a poker face at the older.

"You don't like it here," Minho tried feigning concern.

"Since when do you care?"

"Let's go!" The black haired grabbed her hand, tugging her away from where she stood. His steps were quick, making Miso to jug every now and then to keep up.

When they were close to were the girls where, Minho slowed down, allowing the fuming Miso to walk   ahead of him. She just kept muttering how annoying he was, unbeknownst that the male was about to push her forward, and then act like he tripped.

". . .do you know how fucking ann-" Miso turned to reprimand the black haired, moving away a bit.

Minho's eyes widen at the sudden movement, stumbling forward, it was too late to stop his actions and the male's hands were now on some random girl's boobs. The girl looked at him, too agape to speak, her friends exchanging confused, and Miso was just down right amused at the scene in front of her.

Miso 3-0 Minho.

Oh, how things were not working in Minho's favour.

"Fuck, I'm sorry!" Minho's face burned crimson, he bit his lip, looking away from the shocked girl, and before anyone could say anything, he beelined towards the exit, with red ears, leaving without the brunette.

"I'm sorry, he's just clumsy!" Miso bowed, playing her good girl role. The girls shook off the incident, delighted at Miso's cute and polite behaviour.

Oh Miso, Minho tried playing it simple, but not anymore. Time to bring in the big guns.

Step three: Bring in reinforcements.

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