congratulations || jeongchan

- 10 - Suspicious -

I promise I'd be good if I could

"Chan, we're going out!"

Who was Minho going out with?
"Okay have fun."

"What? Chan no. We're going out. Me and you."

That makes more sense, "Ohhh, where are we going?"

"Just get ready you'll see."

Cryptic. Nevertheless I roll off my bed and put my phone down, leaving it playing music as I hunt around my wardrobe for clothes.

Hunt being the literal, hunt. My room always looks deceptively clean until you open the wardrobe and it looks like, well, clothes-nado.

Eventually I'm stood by the door having successfully found a pair of ripped jeans and a non-Jeongin hoodie.

I glare at Minho as he looks at me and shakes his head, "What?"

"You look nice."

I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I'm not kidding, I'm serious. Really."

"Sure." I reply. He's weird today. He seems almost jumpy, Minho is never jumpy.

"Whatever Chan, I won't compliment you next time."

"Oh noo...." I clutch my chest like I've been shot and Minho laughs and swats my arm.

"Come on weirdo lets go."

As we make our way out of the apartment building the taste of the air changes. It feels warmer and heavy. It's about to rain.

I look at Minho, "You didn't happen to bring a coat did you?"

"No. Did you?"

"Nope."

And that was our downfall. As soon as we stepped outside it started to fall. Not lightly. No, the rain felt more like it fell with the same ferocity as the water canons people could pay to use at roller coaster parks to soak people with.

This rain's only purpose was to drench you through to the skin. And make you felt it's coldness all the way down to your bones.

What felt like hours later we were still trudging down yet another street and Minho still wouldn't tell me what we were doing.

"This is the complete other side of town Minho where are we going?"

He says nothing and turns left down a street I don't think I've ever walked down before.

"Fuck this, Minho, where are we?"

"Blindfold." He holds one out to me.

Jesus Christ what has the world come to.

But I trust him with my life, weirdness and all; so I put it on, not hiding my grumbling as I do so.

I feel Minho put his hand on my shoulder and guide me down the pavement of the street. Yet the hand feels lighter than Minho's hand.

"Minho?"

I feel breathing near my ear, "Sup shithead."

The fuck! The fucking hell.

I'm pretty sure I jumped three feet in the air but I try to regain my composure, "Seungmin? When did you get here!"

"Look at him Seungmin, he's pissing himself in fear I told you not to do that. This is supposed to be a good surprise."
Minho scolds him.

"Minho." I begin, "In what way did you try and make this seem like a good surprise. It's raining. I'm cold. We're in the dodgy part of town. You won't even tell me where we're going and you've blindfolded me."