Red Lights | Minho ✓

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     “You're disgusting, Lee Minho.”

Minho simply chuckled at Miso's complains, downing another glass of wine. Miso looked at him in utter irritation. She thought he was going to be well behaved tonight, just like when they first met, but rather, he chose to speak whatever nonsense that came to his mind, and even worse, he planned on getting drunk.

But at least, the most important part of the night had passed, and Miso could've sworn she saw some guests leaving. That's a good thing. What she was really worried about was the extra cheery ones who would always stop by to say something nice to the couple.

Miso rolled her eyes, she was practically the babysitter to a grown ass Minho.

Quest failed; Expectation bar dropped.

She needed to get him out of here before he gets more out of control. “Hey Min,” She called for his attention, conceding a low hum from the black haired. “Can you drive?”

“I didn't forge my licence, did I?”

“Who knows?” Miso shrugged, making Minho to scrawl at her. He was about to take another drink, but Miso slapped his hand away, a reprimanding look on her face. “You're gonna ruin our shit with your dumbassery.”

She quickly looked around, checking if anyone had noticed and to her dismay their parents were quite close to where they sat, she only hoped that they hadn't picked up on their little bickering.

Miso sighed. “Get up,” She ordered the black haired, folding her arms across her chest.

Minho irked a brow at her commanding tone. He couldn't lie that he didn't like it, but why was she suddenly being mean? Wait, scratch that, Miso was never nice to him. He let out a heavy sigh, grudgingly getting up from his seat. He followed her without a saying a word, well that was until she got dangerously to his old room.

“What are you planning?”

“Locking you up.”

“What?” Totally bemused, Minho paused, grabbing Miso by the wrist. The female stopped in her tracks, giving him a confused look. “Why?”

“You're drunk,” The brunette tried defending her actions. She would be leaving anytime soon, that leaves his not sober ass to do whatever he wants, which she deduced to be more drinking. She shouldn't care but somehow she did. When his parents talked to him a few days ago, there were hints in their tones regarding his lifestyle. It was obvious they didn't want to disclose much cause she was there.

“So?”

Miso just scoffed, yanking her hand away from his grip. “We could do something more, if you want,” Her tone sounded teasing and that perked Minho's interest, his eyes lit up with glee and a smirk tug on his lips.

How the tables turned, Miso was the one trailing behind him now, trying to catch up with his quick steps. She inwardly grinned. He fell for her trap. Oh Minho, you little horny fuck.

Minho pushed the door open, stepping in first. He cocked a brow at Miso's hesitance. “I forgot my phone downstairs, I'll be ri- hey!” She screeched when her excuse got interjected by Minho tugging her into the room as well.

“Nah, I saw you shove your phone into your purse,” The black haired smirked. “Were you lying to me?”

“Pfft, I would never.”

“You got me excited for nothing?”

Miso lightly pushed the pouty Minho away from her, he reeked of alcohol, and was standing way too close for her liking. “You should rest. On my way out, I'll tell your parents you were sleepy and they should check on you in the morning, okay?”

“Don't leave me with them,” Minho protested, pulling back Miso, who was about to leave. “Call Sungie.”

“What the hell is that? Your fourth cat?”

“Sorta,” Minho shrugged, pointing his phone at her. She question why he couldn't do it himself and he only shrugged at her question. She rolled her eyes, taking the device away from him. After trying to call for a couple of times without response, she returned his phone.

“Well, bye?”

“No!” Minho shook his head, engulfing her in a back hug. He placed his head on her shoulder, his irregular breaths tickling her nape. “Stay!”

“Fuck you, there's no way I'd do that!” Miso wiggled to break free, but she underestimated his grip. “You decided to drink, now suffer.”

“You'd let me suffer?”

“Yes.”

“Siwon made me suffer.”

“I'd give her a medal if I can.”

Minho let go of Miso, hurt evident in his eyes. He couldn't hide it, especially when he was tipsy. He hate the effect these drinks did on him, they made him lose control over his own emotions. “You can leave now.”

Miso bit her lip. She wasn't entirely sure but she knew she had fucked up somehow. Heaving out a sigh, she nodded. “Bye.”

Minho wanted to stop her, but he couldn't.

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