Losers [china line]

10

11:48PM

minghao.

wat?

come home.

no.

what. why?

i don't want to see ur face right now.

are you drunk?

ooh. this is like a deja-vu!

you're drunk.

come home.

no.

babe.

don't.

tell mingyu to bring you home.

you can't tolerate alcohol.

i hate you.

11:56PM

where are you, ming.

i don't know.

tell mingyu to bring you home.

now.

or i'm going to beat up his cute little boyfriend.

you think wonwoo is cute?

what about me?

am i not cute enough?

okay :(

no, babe.

you're really cute.

please, come home.

i want to see your cute face :(

whatever.

00:01AM

junhui waited five more minutes until he heard the bunch of boys open the front door and stumble over the many shoes at the entrance. he opened the door to his room and ran toward the brown headed boy he called his boyfriend.

— are you okay?

minghao barely managed to speak as he had his cheeks squeezed between the older's large palms.

— why wouldn't i be?

— because you're drunk!

— hyung, he didn't drink.

junhui looked at mingyu, then back at minghao.

— i'm never letting you go out with these boys again.

minghao smiled, pulled his boyfriend's face closer to his, and pecked him on the lips.

— goodnight.

they heard seungkwan groan and walk away, making them smile cheekily at each other.

— goodnight.