The Long Game//XiuChen [UAU II]

II / Headache

WARNINGS: Strong language; alcohol consumption; implied sexual references

-Day 1; Wednesday, May 31st, 2017-

Kim Minseok stepped into the dorm, standing beside his friend Kim Jongdae, at around ten at night.

The lights were off, the strobe lights of death already on and flashing. The music was loud, and instantly began to give Minseok a small headache.

"C'mon, Min." Jongdae said gently, grabbing his wrist. "Let's go find some drinks."

Both Minseok and Jongdae were not very heavy drinkers. Minseok inhaled coffee, whereas Jongdae was more of a tea drinker. They both preferred wrapping their hands around warm cups of steamy drinks, instead of holding a plastic cup that crumples easily.

Jongdae let go of Minseok, gasping and surging through the crowd. Minseok tried his best to follow, pushing through people. He quickly lost Jongdae, and stood on tiptoe to try and peer above the heads of people to find his friend. However, it was only a few moments before Jongdae had returned, two red plastic cups in hand. The crowd pushed around them, and Jongdae stood close to Minseok, handing him one of the cups.

Minseok took the cup, looking down inside it. The cup was a little over half way full. He looked back up at Jongdae, who had already placed the cup to mouth. He brought it back down, making a face and inhaling sharply. "Ooh, that's strong, Min."

Minseok followed suit, taking a swig of the cup as well. Jongdae was right- from the small sip alone, he could already feel the force of the alcohol. His headache became stronger. "What is it?" Minseok asked, raising his voice to be heard over the music.

Jongdae shrugged. "I'm not sure, Min." He, too, spoke loudly. "I just saw Tao and some other guys holding different bottles about this big-" he held his hands up, trying to show the large size of the bottle. "and dumping a shit load of that into a bin with other shit in it."

"Whatever it is, it's not half bad." Minseok shrugged, finishing off his cup.

Jongdae and Minseok went back for a few more drinks, and then went back to where the surge of people were, bouncing and dancing amongst them. They ran into a few people they knew, having small conversations. Minseok watched as Jongdae moved his arms about, talking to someone he didn't recognize (he didn't think Jongdae recognized him either) about gas prices. They both spoke very passionately about it, and Minseok began to worry about the amount of drinks they all had.

They watched Luhan stand up on a counter, yelling something about rubbering up and stomach pumps, but it was too loud to hear everything and Minseok was too tipsy to care.

"Jongdae!" a voice cried, cutting through the crowd. "Minseok!"

The two boys turned, and saw Jongdae's roommate, Byun Baekhyun, pushing through the crowd to them. He also had a red cup in his hand.

"Baekhyunnie!" Jongdae cried, reaching forward and grabbing his wrist, pulling him closer to them. "How are you? Where's that guy you said you were meeting up with?"

Baekhyun shrugged. "Soberer than you. And I can't find him, but who cares. He probably ended up getting distracted by someone else. Which is fine, I didn't really like him, I mean, I liked him, but not as much as I like other people, and I didn't like like him, ya know?" Minseok wasn't entirely following, but somehow it strangely made sense.

"You'll find someone else." Min piped up, shoving his shoulder gently.

Baekhyun nodded, smiling. "I will. In fact, I have! Look at him." Baekhyun pointed across the way to a tall boy, his hair a deep red. He was really tall, so tall he stuck up above the crowd more than most. He had a red cup up to his mouth, a slightly agitated look across his face. Minseok knew him; he'd seen him before. He had a name, obviously, and Minseok knew it, just couldn't place his tongue on it.