Confusion || minsung

O5

Minho woke up naked and with the biggest headache he'd ever had after a party.

He saw the clock marking 5am, and when he tried to get out of his bed he found himself trapped under someone else's body.

Someone else's naked body.

It hit him all at once. Everything that had happened at that stupid fucking party.

He fell back onto the bed with an arm over his eyes, groaning in annoyance, and then sat up again, slapping the stranger's ass to wake him up.

"Hey, you, get up!" he spoke loud enough to wake up the guy, who groggily looked up at him through heavy lids, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"Want another round, princess?" his voice was still coated with sleep but Minho couldn't care less when he pushed him off the bed, rolling his eyes and standing up as soon as he was free to move again.

He found his underwear on the floor and put it on without a care in the world, tossing the stangers clothes aside and pointing at them. "Get dressed and go."

The man, who was rubbing his head with his hand to soothe the pain that had come with hitting it when he fell— when Minho pushed him —off the bed, looked at Minho with confusion. "What?" he said, still a bit sleepy and definitely hungover.

"I said put your clothes on and get the fuck out of my dorm!" Minho almost yelled. He was getting tired of the guy and his headache wasn't helping his mood at all, but thankfully the stranger seemed to get the message because he started to slid into his clothes finally.

Once he was fully dressed, Minho had absolutely no problem in opening the door for him.

"But it's five in the morning! Where am I supposed to go?"

"Do I look like I know or care?" he asked rhetorically. The guy just looked at him in disbelief. "If you don't want this happening to you, choose your hook-ups better."

When Minho was done pushing him out, he closed the door with an accidental really loud bang, proof of his frustration, and went to sit down on his bed, burying his face between his hands and allowing himself to cry, because he had just realized how Jisung hadn't come home, and once again he was reminded of the big mess he had created.

He searched for his phone through the floor, a hard task when your eyes are blurry with tears, your body is shaking with sobs and your head is pounding like crazy, but he managed to find it in the back pocket of the boyfriend jeans he had been wearing at the party.

He then did the only rational thing he could think of at that moment: he called Chan.

Thankfully, after three very stressful beeps, the older picked up.

"Minho? What happened?" he asked, sounding like he had been asleep right before the call.

"Chan, I messed up." Minho was helplessly sobbing at this point, his body shaking with every cry.

"Hey, hey! It's okay, you're okay, buddy!" upon hearing his friend like that, Chan immediately finished waking up, starting to worry.

He had already been anxious ever since Minho had vanished from the party, not answering any text or calls from either of his friends. It was a relief to finally hear from the younger but hearing from him like this just didn't sit right with Chan, and he wished and prayed that nothing bad had happened to his friend.

"I kissed him, fuck! I— I— Chan, I kissed Jisung!" at this point, the boy was hyperventilating with a heavy pressure in his chest that made every strained breath hurt and burn his throat. "I fucked everything up!"