As soon as the group entered the dorm, Ming and Yuri rushed over.
"Oh my god, what happened?" Yuri exclaimed, then, as an afterthought, muttered, "Oooh, your manager's gonna be pisssssed."
"Seungcheol was drunk, so we asked Minghao to knock him out," Jeonghan informed her, watching as Jun and Mingyu laid their unconscious leader on the couch.
"Hmm," Ming chirped, crouching next to Seungcheol and looking over him. "Efficient. I'll have to give you a call when Minsook is drunk again. Hey can someone get me some green tea and honey? Oh, and ice, too."
"Why the fuck do you need that?" Jihoon asked, crossing his arms.
Ming sighed. "Look, ever since our parents left both of us to fend for ourselves, Minsook's been going out almost every night. He was always coming home wasted and waking up with a killer hangover, so I learned some home rememdies. Will you just get the damn stuff?"
Jeonghan blinked. He had no idea Ming's life was like that. Jihoon nodded and ducked into the kitchen to get what Ming asked for. Leaving everybody else to go get cleaned up and head to bed, Jeonghan went over to the young stylist.
"Is it really that bad?" He asked quietly. "Your guys' life, I mean."
Ming stiffened, then sighed. "Yeah."
Jeognhan merely hummed before sitting down on the floor next to her with his legs crossed underneath him. "Well, if you want to talk about it, Dino and Seungkwan always tell me I'm a good listener."
Ming cast him a small smile. "Thanks. I might take you up on that sometime," she said. Jeonghan smiled back.
"Here's your shit, I'm going to bed," Jihoon muttered, thrusting a cup of green tea and a jar of honey in Ming's face. She glowered at him before taking it and shooing him away. "Here, hold this," she told Jeonghan, giving him the cup. He obliged and took it from her, holding it steady as she wrestled with the honey. Once she finally got the desired amount into the tea, she took it from him and gestured to Seungcheol. "Make him sit up." She commanded. "Oh, and if you guys have tylenol or ibuprofen, get that, it'll help lessen the pain in the morning."
Jeonghan nodded and hopped up, ducking into the kitchen to grab the ibuprofen before setting the bottle down next to the couch and wrestling with Seungcheol's limp body. Once he finally managed to get the rapper into a sitting position, Ming told him to open his mouth and give him two ibuprofen tablets. He did as she commanded before she handed him the cup of tea.
"Make him drink it," She told him. Jeonghan nodded and raised the cup to Seungcheol's busted and swolen lips, the same lips that had kissed him so fervently and desperately earlier that night.
Shaking the thought away, he forced the liquid into Seungcheol's mouth and tipped his head back so the rapper would swollow it. Jeonghan gently laid Seungcheol back down before settling on the floor next to Ming. They sat in silence for a moment, both looking at the unconsious leader of Seventeen.
"He wasn't always like that. Minsook."
Jeonghan started at the sound of Ming's voice. "What?"
"Minsook, he wasn't always like that. Going out, getting drunk, trying to get both men and women. He used to be really sweet. But then Mom and Dad decided that they didn't want to support a son who wanted to become a famous guitarist and a daughter who liked to go shopping and make outfits. They cut off all contact with us. They never call, or text, or e-mail. They froze our bank accounts and credit cards under their names. We never go over for birthdays or meet up for lunch. I havn't heard my mom's voice in two years, and I haven't heard my dad laugh in five." Ming's voice cracked terribly at the end, and she buried her pretty face in her hands. Jeonghan reached out and rubbed her back, and she turned and began to cry into his shoulder. Through her broken sobs, she continued to talk. "Minsook began to break. We both did, but he broke faster, and deeper. He began to get into street fights, and he broke into stores. He went out nearly every night and came back even worse with some poor soul trying to help him stumble over the doorway. Minsook, he-he's broken. He so broken that he's nearly lying in peices on the floor. We both want just one thing. We just want our family back." Ming shook as she sobbed into Jeonghan's shoulder, her smaller body heaving with every breath.
