Notes on my locker| MISNUNG

Fifteen.

'after taste'

Changbin woke groaning the fuck out, laying beside Minho's coffee table, on the carpet his wrinkled shirt indicating the hard-partying they did after most of the crowd left.

"Shut up dude" Bangchan groaned alongside, his eyes droopy probably because of the hammering headache and worst hangover of their life.

"Yohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Changbin yelled in frustration.

"Bruhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Bangchan rolled on the couch from which Changbin had been pushed off in the depths of the night.

"Both of you SHUT THE FUCK UP" Minho yelled as he stumbled into the kitchen, his head throbbing with every step.

The events of last night's wild party were hazy, but the pounding headache served as a harsh reminder and the almost half-dead feeling didn't help either.

"Ugh, my head feels like it's about to split open," Minho muttered to himself, reaching for the coffee maker with shaky hands.

Bangchan and Bin stumbled into the kitchen moments later, their disheveled appearances matching Minho's.

"Morning, guys," Minho greeted them weakly, pouring himself a cup of strong coffee, more like five shots of expresso.

"Morning? Is it even morning yet? Feels like the end of the world," Bangchan groaned, rubbing his temples.

Bin shot Bangchan a dirty look. "Well, maybe if someone didn't push me off the couch last night, I wouldn't feel like death himself knocked me out."

Bangchan rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. You were hogging the whole couch, and I needed somewhere to crash."

"Yeah, well, crashing into me wasn't exactly what I had in mind," Bin retorted, his voice rising in frustration.

Minho sighed, sensing the tension escalating. "Hey, guys, let's not start World War III this early in the morning unless you want tissues stuffed in your mouth"

Bangchan and Bin exchanged glances, knowing to not mess with a determined Minho and face a fate like Hyunjin.

"You're right, Minho. Sorry, Bin," Bangchan apologized, offering a sheepish smile.

Bin nodded, grudgingly accepting the apology. "Yeah, sorry for overreacting. Guess we're all a little on edge today."

"Edge? we already fell over"

"Ughhhh, I'm never drinking again." bin resolved only to be ignored by others.

The three friends collapsed onto the couch in the living room, their hangovers, Bangchan and Changbin raving about the party they had yesterday..

Bin glanced over at Minho with a mischievous grin. "So, Minho, when are you finally going to make a move on Han?"

Minho groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Oh, come on, not this again."

Bangchan chuckled, nudging Minho playfully. "Yeah, spill the beans, man. Changbin doesn't know about the incident"

"Yeah I was kind of interrupted by your love" Changbin chuckled.

"Well" Minho eyed his coffee.

-

Flashback

The college hallway buzzed with activity as Minho stormed through the crowd, his eyes fixed on the three figures ahead. His cousin's tear-stained face from the night before flashed through his mind, a sense of fury rising within him fueling his murderous intent.