Red Lights | Minho ✓

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Third person
Pov

       “I'm so bored I could cry.”

Miso hummed disinterestedly, taking the wine away from Minho. She didn't want any of his shenanigans tonight. The taller scoffed, averting his gaze to the other side of the room, he lazily looked at the jollification between both companies staffs and collaborators. They littered here and there in the brightly lit room, chattering about whatever caught their interests.

“What's boring about this?” Miso questioned, referring to the classical music mixed with the indistinct chatter in the background. “It's so lively and quaint.”

“Please tell me you're being sarcastic,” Minho rolled his eyes, sighing loudly. He had no idea what he was still doing here. The important part of this party was over. Well, the part important to him. The party was hosted to celebrate a year of the collaboration of both companies , toasting to the progress made and for prosperities to come.

“What? I like it,” The shorter glared at him, running her fingers through her hair which was styled into a waterfall braid. She rolled her eyes when he started laughing. What's so funny? Crazy bitch.

“Have you ever been to a party?” Minho leaned closer, wiggling his brows, a devilish grin on his lips. His smug expression made her scoff. “Like one that suits your age? With a shit load of alcohol? Crazy young people? People making out? And then-”

Miso retreated a bit, giving Minho the opportunity to snatch back his drink, chugging it down before she could get a word out. “Disgusting,” miso grimaced.

“Hey, you seem to hate alcohol, you should drink sometime,” Minho laid back, leaning back on the chair, a lazy look on his face. “It'll make you less grouchy. . . I hope?”

Miso sighed. He's being stupid again, talking all sort of rubbish out loud in this sophisticated crowd. She looked around, checking if anyone heard their conversation. “Hey Bumblebee, wanna ditch this party and head somewhere fun?” Minho irked a brow, jabbing his thumb at the exit. “And maybe have a good time while we're at it,” His tone got lower, conveying perfectly what he meant.

“No thank you!”

Minho got up abruptly, groaning loudly. He stretched a bit, analyzing the room for where his or Miso's parents where. When he deemed the coast clear, he grabbed three important things, his phone, his keys and Miso's hand, tugging the perplexed female out with him.

“Are you insane?” Miso protested verbally, trying to keep her voice low and less movements to avoid suspensions.

“I'll fucking go insane if I hear one more Mozart violin thing.”

“Ew, you have no class and manners, these are signs we shouldn't be together.” Miso cringed. “Savage.”

“And in bed too,” He winked, causing her to gag. Minho walked out the door and headed towards the other direction. Miso tapped his shoulder, questioning about his little detour. “Um I'm going to the roof?”

“And why are you taking me with you,” She glared at him, sighing when they got into the lift.

“Cause,” Minho shrugged, turning to her. He took several steps forward, the more she moved back until she made contact with the wall, an annoyed look on her face. He's acting strange again. Weird fuck.