UP ALL NIGHT

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Jisung says a lot of questionable things when drunk. What will always go unquestioned, though, are the blatant love confessions he gives to his overseas best friend, Minho.

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no smut, just a cocktail of emotions here!
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Even if Minho should technically, by all means, be used to this kind of behavior from his friend by now, he will truly never fail to experience the same whiplash he gets when Jisung pulls something off when he's least expecting it.

He just finished a set at the gym. He's now settled on one of the benches, water bottle in one hand and phone in the other. On his display screen, Jisung's social media username takes up his screen, along with the words Instagram Audio...

For obvious reasons, under normal circumstances, Minho would have accepted the call in a heartbeat. He was always interested in what his friend had to talk to him about at different parts of the day.

What's just a little odd, was that according to the built-in World Clock etched in Minho's brain, it should have been around 3:30 A.M. over at Jisung's place.

Ah. The perks of having a very close long-distance friend residing on the other side of the planet just meant he was just much more aware of other parts of the world. Other parts meaning, just strictly the city of New York, New York.

Minho had never felt the urge to explore a mere city on practically the other side of the globe much more in his whole life, and he had only heard all these engrossing tales about it through the end of his phone speaker.

He stares at his reflection, the incoming call screen allowing for him to blink back at himself, noticing his sweat-matted hair and tired eyes. It was only five in the evening, though he felt as if he were going to melt into a puddle any moment now. But all feelings of such quickly dissipated when Jisung's name popped up onto his screen, pausing his rotation of TWICE's Top Hits.

He chooses to save questioning Jisung's not-so-out-of-the-ordinary call for later and presses the button to accept. He adjusts his earbuds and listens as the line connects.

When his screen fades out and his face is brought to a little box reduced to the corner of his screen, he squints his eyes and listens to all the rustling all around Jisung's end of the phone. Then, his face pops up onto the screen, wincing at the brightness of his phone and letting out a garbled cough.

"Jisung?"

"Hyung, oh m' God," he all but mumbles. It heightens Minho's sense of confusion. Mostly his concern.

"What time is it?" Minho asks dumbly. He's memorized Jisung's timezone by heart. "You don't... look too good."

Jisung lets out something incoherent from what Minho could pick up. The camera seems to shift around again before there's a rather harsh jolt and it seems like he's propped up against something.

"I think I..." Jisung starts again, and he's got a sleepy lilt to his voice, one that Minho could recognize in a heartbeat. "I think I l... oh— holy shit, is that a fucking stag beetle?! Holy fuck, what..."

Minho blinks, once, twice, before it all snaps instantly for him.

Jisung is definitely, irrevocably hammered.

"Jisung..." Minho starts again, softer this time. "Just how much have you had to drink tonight?"

"Wait, hyung, oh my G— there's a stag beetle staring right across the room at me right now. And I think it's green. Like your favorite co— did you know, that stag beetles are associated with thunder and lightning storms?" The question comes flying out of Jisung's mouth faster than Minho could process.