Maybe, just maybe - Minsung

Chapter two

Hyunjin bursts into the common room like a storm, energy crackling off him in waves. He practically vibrates with excitement, unable to keep still as he bounces on the rounds of his feet. The room is instantly filled with his presence, bright and restless, as if even the walls can't contain his anticipation. Minho, sprawled out comfortably on the worn leather couch, looks up from his book. His eyes flicker with a hint of amusement, but the sigh that slips past his lips reveals more of his true feelings-mild exasperation.

"Clubbing again tonight?" Minho asks, arching a brow as he bookmarks his page with deliberate care, the crisp sound of the paper snapping back into place contrasting sharply with Hyunjin's frenetic energy.

Hyunjin grins, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Yeah, you know it. I'm not about to let this chance slip by. The dance floor's calling my name."

Minho leans back into the couch, sinking into the soft, familiar cushions. He tilts his head, scepticism clear in his gaze as he studies Hyunjin. "Didn't you just hit the clubs last night?" he asks, voice tinged with disbelief.

The latter's shoulders lift in a careless shrug, and the enthusiasm in his expression doesn't falter. "So what? I can't get enough of it. Besides, you can't expect me to stay cooped up here all night. It's like a second home to me."

Rolling his eyes, a faint smile tugs at Minho's lips. "I'd bet a horse that Jisung's busy ensuring every club in the city is properly entertained. I'm staying in."

And Hyunjin's jaw drops, his reaction so over-the-top it would be comical if it weren't so sincere. "You're seriously skipping out because of him? You're letting him dictate your fun?"

Minho nods, his body sinking deeper into the couch's embrace, as if the fabric might swallow him whole and save him from Hyunjin's relentless pestering. "I'd just be paranoid all night," he says, his voice flat and final.

Hyunjin groans dramatically, throwing his head back as he tugs at his hair in frustration. The gesture is theatrical, like he's on the verge of tearing his hair out in despair. "But I can't go alone! That's like begging to be kidnapped."

"Um, hello?" Jeongin's voice cuts through from the far end of the couch, where he's been sitting quietly, almost blending into the background until now. His hand waves lazily in the air, drawing attention to his presence. Minho chuckles under his breath, glancing Jeongin's way.

Minho gestures toward the other boy with a sluggish manner. "See? You've got company. No need to worry about kidnappers."

But Hyunjin groans again, more exaggerated this time. "No, no, no. It's a minimum of three! Two people can't fend off three kidnappers. That's like basic math, Hyung."

The elder raises an eyebrow, giving Hyunjin a pessimistic look. "What's with your obsession with kidnappers?"

"More like, what's their obsession with me? I'm prime kidnapping material," Hyunjin snaps quickly.

However Minho just shrugs, clearly unimpressed by Hyunjin's antics. He's already decided that tonight isn't worth the hassle. If things don't go his way, he'll be regretting this whole conversation by morning.

"Come on," Hyunjin persists, desperation creeping into his voice. "What are the odds we'll even run into Jisung? We probably don't go to the same places."

"I'm not risking it, Jin," Minho says, his tone firm and unyielding. Hyunjin's been out nearly every night this week; one night in won't kill him. Not that Minho's entirely convinced he should care that much, but still, it's principle at this point.

Jeongin suddenly perks up with an idea. He leans forward, eyes bright with suggestion. "What if we try a club on the other side of town? I doubt Jisung would go that far out of his way."