Red Lights | Minho ✓

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Third person
Pov

        "Well, girls hate it when you're mean to the waiter!"

Chan glared at the black haired, disappointed that he was on Minho's side. He thought it was a corny idea to mess things up that far, one being; Minho could easily tell his parents that he was against it. That would be nice, rather than emotionally manipulating Miso into backing out.

Jisung slouched into himself at the older's glare, grinning sheepishly.

"Since when do you know so much about girls?" Changbin– who was scribbling something down on his notepad– mused. "For all I know you're still struggling with Akira."

Minho chuckled at Changbin's remark, his gaze pinned on the shy Jisung.

"She's just difficult," Jisung huffed, trying to defend himself, his arms crossed and a pout on his lips. Countless event where he embarrassed himself replaying in his head.

"Guys, I came here for more ideas?" Minho snapped his fingers. "Its nice if you could be of some help, I don't really want to hurt her, I would never."

"Why don't you just tell your parents you don't want this?" Chan let curiosity get the best of him. He knew for sure Minho wasn't going to give a proper reply but couldn't help it.

"They'll think I'm irresponsible."

"Well you are!"

The room got quiet, just Minho and Chan boring daggers at each other, Jisung and Changbin exchanging worried glances. The two olders would sometime get into an argument whenever Minho did something insensible and Chan trying to reprimand his actions. It once escalated into a fist fight and they all made a mental agreement to forget about that.

"I'm out of here," Minho seethed, picking up his jacket, he swept his hair backwards, allowing his hair to relax before putting on his baseball cap. Three pairs of eyes watched him approached the door and swung it open, leaving without saying another word.

Minho walked out of the apartment, still very agitated, also ignoring the footsteps behind him, until he couldn't anymore. "What?" He grumbled, refusing to look at whoever that was. He already knew who would follow him.

"Hyung, wanna go have a drink?" 

Jisung knew how the older's mind works. He was definitely going to cave in, and let his mild argument with Chan mess up his thoughts, ruin his already fucked up sleeping schedule, show up at college looking like shit. Its always awkward whenever that happens. A little distraction is nice, and what better way than to get him wasted? Ah, such a good friend.

Minho wanted to say no, oh God. He so wanted to decline. He needed his mind to be completely clear now, he needed to escape this 'collaboration' without looking bad, without being the irresponsible one, without ruining his parents expectations. . .again.

"Sure."

I mean one glass wouldn't hurt anyone right?

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   "Hyung, you're so heavy."

Jisung tried keeping both his balance and the drunk Minho's. His right arm hung loosely around the younger's shoulders, his feet stumbling every three seconds. He had little control over his head– which kept tilting in every direction– and his words were just incoherent rubbish, just went on rambling about him failing to make Miso look bad.