"Lee Hippie" || minsung || ENG

8. Colorful drinks and tears

dancing in the night
your sweet kiss
and the tears shed

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Epileptic lights, loud music and a mass of sweaty bodies rubbing sensually against each other. The smell of sweat, smoked tobacco and other not-quite-legal weed tickled his nose, and the loud beats played by the party's DJ forced Jisung to leave the apartment of one of his friends. He stood on a small terrace, admiring the night sky. Alcohol was already making his head hum slightly, so his movements were restless and rather lop-sided. He tilted his head back, putting the wet and cold bottle of beer to his forehead, trying to forget the recent kiss with Minho, when, pulled out by him to dance, he got a little too carried away by the moment and with incredible aggression, pressed his lips into his, still rubbing his body against him.

He opened his eyes for a moment, realizing how much the image of a man melting under his touch worked on him. He really wanted to do it again, wanted to touch him as he had last night on the beach, to listen to Minho's affection-filled, sensual whispers as he watched the embarrassed but happy Jisung with a smile.

A smiling Lee came through the open terrace door and walked up to the railing and took the bottle from Jisung, from which he took a solid sip.

"You don't know how to party, admit it," he concluded, leaning on his forearms against the railing.

Han raised his eyebrows at this taunt, quickly looking away as the memory of Minho's soft lips flashed before his eyes again.

"I know how to have a great time, I'm the king of crazy partying," he muttered, then closed his eyes, tilting his head back.

"Mmm, a walking Mr. Party, eh?" he laughed, bouncing along to the song resounding through the open windows and patio doors.

Jisung opened his eyes wide at a sound that could tear people's minds apart, driving a person crazy. And it was only Minho who yelled out at full throat, imitating the singer and leaning back while holding tightly to the terrace railing. He looked as if he could barely stand on his feet, descending to the floor level with another scream. He threw him a beckoning look, that was saying 'show what you can do, daisy'. Han pushed himself away from the metal bars and wordlessly approached the door.

Dance this mess around

Minho watched his figure with curiosity and almost jumped up when he suddenly slammed the door open wide.

Dance this mess around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round

After which he turned rapidly, singing.

"Everybody goes to parties

They dance this mess around"

And Minho didn't need anyone to tell him twice what to do, so he joined in, shaking his head vigorously in rhythm.

"They do all 16 dances"

"Do the shy tuna"

"Do the Camel Walk"

"Do the Hip-o-crit"

The artist suddenly put down his beer bottle on the metal railing and grabbed Minho's hands, pulling him into the middle of the terrace. Together they sang the refrain and the second verse, completely indulging in the upbeat song.

"Oh, It's time to do 'em right!" called out the elder, jumping back slightly.

"Hey! So Minho, now don't that make you feel a whole lot better?"

"Huh?"

"I say, don't that make you feel a whole lot better?"

Jisung whirled around the terrace with Minho shouting, jumping and squealing in high-pitched voices.