☆ Where a drunken loser (Jisung) sips a bit too much of the "jungle juice" and texts his longtime hallway crush, Minho. ☆
[EXTENDED SUMMARY]:
Han Jisung, 21, is just trying to move through university with presentable grades, and maybe a good time. W...
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Fluorescent lights overhead cast long shadows along the glazed wooden floor.
There's a faint buzz of the air conditioner, intermingling with the reverberation of a Hip-Hop track bouncing off the walls. There's the squeak! of sneakers gliding across the floor, in sync with the thrum of the beat languidly flowing in his veins. It brings forth the bead of sweat sliding down his slicked skin, muscles pulled taut as he twists, pops, and sways with the routine.
Then: BZZT! BZZT!
Minho's phone vibrates in the small duffle bag by the mirror on the far wall, disrupting the Bluetooth connection between his phone and the speaker. The track stutters to a halt.
Hyunjin swipes a palm at his forehead, darting over to inspect Minho's phone.
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"Oou~," Hyunjin sing-songs, swiping the phone and waving it wildly in the air. "Jungle Juice Man is calling."
Minho, panting from the routine, grumbles under his breath as he snatches his phone out of Hyunjin's hands... But not before smacking the other boy upside the head.
Hyunjin gasps in mock indignation, then: "Ahhh! I've been stung by a nasty bug!"
To continue his skit, Hyunjin tumbles onto the floor, clasping at his heart dramatically. Felix snickers in the background of it all.
"Aw, you poor little thing," Minho coos at him, pinching his cheek. Hard. That gets a real groan out of Hyunjin.
With a snicker, Minho accepts the call, wedging the phone between his ear and shoulder. It is a bit odd for Han to be calling him at this time of night, or, well, in general, but Minho doesn't mind. Color him obsessed.
"Hello?" Minho greets the other end of the line, skirting around Hyunjin's splayed legs with ease.
As he awaits Han's reply, Minho rifles through his bag for his water bottle, which he takes a few sips from.
The only answer Minho receives is the rapid rushing of water, and — is that a rustle of leaves? Minho hears some sort of crackling in the background, followed by more sloshing of water. He strains to listen closely, before he realizes that the sound is coming from what seems to be a rushing river.
