Tastebuds (Ours)

- two

When Minghao was twenty, he planned to get super wasted for the first time. Planned.

Hardly any alcoholic drinks were consumed that night. He wasn't even buzzed. Minghao was noticeably pissed, but very far from wasted.

Everything that happened in his life seemed to happen in the typical orderly fashion of a young adult who is horrible at the 'adult' part:

1. Having his first kiss because of truth or dare. Standard.

2. Driving for the first time, but only to take himself to the hospital after impaling himself with a pencil while studying. He despised chemistry from then on.

3. Drinking alcohol for the first time, and being left by his friend group who were all probably busy getting their dicks sucked.

4. Not getting his dick sucked the first time he drank. Disappointing, but not unexpected.

5. Not even getting drunk the first time he was actually able to! Hansol would tease him about it for months afterwards.

6. Oh, yes, and still texting his mom twice a month to remind him what kind of laundry detergent it is that irritates his skin. (It was the one with the bear on the front.)

And now, here he was, in the house of a person he had only met once, squished on said person's sofa, one thigh against the arm of the sofa, and the other grazing a very sweaty ass. Minghao thought he had had his fair share of swap ass in his time as a dancer, but no, this person was the pinnacle swamp ass, the living definition of swamp ass, and honestly, Minghao couldn't think of anything else other than how badly he wanted to leave.

"Minghao! My dude! My number one bro!" Hansol was in front of him suddenly, grasping two cups of unidentified substances in his hands. "Why aren't you drunk yet? Parties are so shitty without alcohol! It's just sweat, and loud music, and smelly bodies, and eck," Hansol grimaced at the thought of what he was describing, but Minghao understood exactly what he meant. He was having no fun at all.

"Anywho, I brought you beer! You need to have fun, let loose a little! Here, come with me." Hansol pulled him up off the couch after situating one of the cups into Minghao's hand, and led him down a set of stairs. It got darker and noticeably smellier as they descended down the staircase. "Hansol, what are they doing down here?" Minghao asked. He wasn't so sure that he wanted to go all the way down the stairs. "They aren't doing much of anything now. Too drunk to even stand up." Hansol had a weird grin on his face, and Minghao really wanted to turn around.

"Hansol, I'm not really up for this tonight. The smell down here is making me queasy." They reached the bottom of the stairs and turned into a narrow hallway with two wooden doors on each side. At the end of the hallway was an opening to a wider room with a few pieces of furniture, and a huge flat-screen television. Quite a few people were crowded onto the loveseat, gazing up at the T.V. screen playing America's Funniest Home Videos.

Minghao still wanted to leave, despite how cozy the couch looked.

Hansol stopped just short of the entrance, and looked at Minghao like he'd just confessed his worst sins to him. "Wait, did you think that I brought you down here to get drunk?" Hansol questioned. He looked truly scandalized. "Yes? Why else would you bring me down here?" "To meet Junhui? You think I'm leading you down here to get drunk? I'm hurt, Minghao, honestly."

Before Minghao could begin to question who Junhui was, and why he warranted a personal introduction, Hansol pulled him further down the hallway. Inside the dark, warm room was arguably one of the most stunning humans Minghao had ever laid eyes on.