Red Lights | Minho ✓

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Third person
Pov

        “Does this author hates me?”

Minho's friends face palmed. The black haired had been worked up lately, a total mess. He had been whinging about Miso still being difficult and rejecting him countless times, its pathetic to watch but it was still a good show for Changbin and Chan and rather a tragedy for Jisung. He hates seeing his Hyung suffer like this. At first with his parents, then to get siwon away now he's practically freaking out about not having Miso. What is he? A child?

“I see you woke up and chose to break the fourth wall,” Chan sighed, sipping on his tea. Sniggering when Minho glared at him. “Have some respect for the poor wall's rebuilder.”

“Do I look like I give a fuck?”

“You look uncivilized,” Changbin put in, ducking when a book flew his way, high fiving a cackling Chan. “Brush your hair, you caveman.”

“Caveman?” Minho repeated, irking a brow at the younger, he tilted his head a bit, a lazy smirk evilly gracing his lips. “I'll show you caveman.”

“Hyung,” Jisung pulled Minho back. This was not how they planned the morning to go. It was meant to be calm and wholesome, just them bros giving Minho advice on how to win Miso over. Why morning? You may wonder. Well, the black haired was more sane in the early hours and this Minho rambling with this messy mop top of a hair, only putting on a sweatpants and a daze look, was one of the sanest Minho out there.

“Uncultured swine,” Chan scoffed, picking up a biscuit, blowing on his tea again.

“Okay, Queen Elizabeth!”

Jisung sniggered at Minho's jest, managing to get the older to calm down. “Bro you should drink tea too,” He pointed a cup at him. “Chan drank and now he thinks he's a classy royal high court admiral.”

“What are you insinuating?” Chan sassed. “I don't dribble with childish banter.”

“Oh God,” Changbin sighed, scooting away from where Chan sat. “He's possessed by an British lady named Beatrice.”

“Oh, that explains his big butt,” Minho laughed, taking the tea from Jisung, he paused watching as the steam dancing in the cool air, changing its indefinite form as it goes. “Are you sure I won't be possessed too?”

“Nonsense,” Chan laughed mockingly. “Try it ol' Champ, its stupendous.”

“I'll have what he's having,” Changbin looked at Jisung, smiling widely.

“No thanks, I'll stick with coffee,” Minho shoved the cup back at Jisung. “Or better a vodka, I wanna get wasted.”

“It's nine in the morning!” The younger sighed, sitting next to the black haired. “Shouldn't you be thinking about your parents party?”

“Oh shit,” Chan, Minho and Changbin jinxed. It was actually the key reason they were gathered. Jisung face palmed, honestly he expected such from Minho and Changbin.

“Channie Hyung, not you too.”

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And Miso?

The brunette was scared. He was so good at acting last time, who knows if he was doing it again. Was he? It was all too confusing to her. She just wanted to be safe, last time hurts so bad and she'd feel like the bigger fool if history was to repeat itself.

Miso sighed, looking away from the mirror. She was attending yet another party. Yet another night to be perfect. Her parents were lecturing her about it nonstop but she could barely keep up, cause her mind kept drifting off cause of him.

Fucking stupid Minho.

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Not me spelling Tea as tae
(I even did it now 😭)

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