"Here are the rules again:
You and the other participants get blindfolded and stand to the opposite of each other. You then have to blindly walk towards one of them and whoever you bump into, you have to sleep with tonight.
You already know you're g...
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☆•°We Lost Ourselves To The Pain°•☆ °•.●•°•○●•°•●°•.○°•○•●°○•.°○●○•°○●○°
The next few weeks, all three boys, Minho, Changbin and Jisung were going out drinking a little too often.
Not together, each one of them by himself. Drinking the pain away.
Chan and Hyunjin had to pick each one of them up often, each time trying to talk sense into them, only to receive the same exact call of a drunk friend the next day.
Minho was the one to forget every single one of his values, since he wasn't in a relationship which stopped him from making out with random people and having multiple one-night stands.
Those exact people he slept with always kept texting him even days after, crushing on him, though he only had one person on his mind and in his heart.
The only reason they'd fall for him however, was his gentleness and care. It wasn't a typical rough one-nightstand, as he'd usually take very good care of his partners, being gentle with them, slow and patient. Most hadn't ever been treated that way, getting addicted to it and wanting to meet Minho again.
He always blocked them though. The only reason he'd treat them this way, was because he imagined them to be Changbin. And he'd leave the entire world behind just to make sure Changbin okay and taken care of.
One night, he decided he didn't want to have anything with boys anymore, since it only reminded him of the younger. He needed real distraction.
That night he found himself taking a girl to his dorm, making out with her. Since Jeongin had moved in with Seungmin, it's been his own personal one.
Her lips felt good. She was pretty. Her body radiating off warmth that kept his heart warm enough so it wouldn't turn cold and break into a million pieces.
She was slightly younger than him, her built a little fragile. Her waist was shaped perfectly to be held by his hands, her eyes glistening everytime they locked eyes, freckles shining like little stars spread across her cheeks.
Before they had ended up here, they had had a pretty long conversation at the bar. It was safe to say that they were both going through tough times at the moment. And right now, they were each other's comfort.
"Lynn is... this okay?" He whispered close to her lips after having slipped his hand into her pants, locking eyes with her as she was breathing so heavily, blushing madly.
She seemed extremely broken, maybe even more than he was. Her eyes, they spoke more than a billion words when they looked into his. She nodded with tears in her eyes and he continued, carefully leaning close and gently connecting their lips into a soft kiss.
He wasn't too used to touching girls, as his past three relationship were all with boys. Yet he still tried his best to satisfy her, to be her comfort like she was for him in the given moment.
