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Electronic music blared and Jisung could feel the bass vibrate through his chest. It was only 9'Oclock in the morning and his body ached and head swirled from being slightly tipsy. His arm was slung against the bar counter, eyes peering up sadly at the honey haired boy sloppily kissing a girl. His chest felt painfully numb after an hour of it stinging and throbbing with pain, it just felt numb. The sight of Minho all over these women left a crack forming in his heart.
The elder hadn't even spared a single glance from the moment they walked in, never requested or instructed him of anything. So the boy decided to distract himself with a few sips of alcohol. The drink was bitter, yet sickly sweet, a concoction of different beverages. It left a burning aftertaste in his mouth as he swallowed down dark orange liquid.
How many sips had he had?
Was it 2 or 3..
Or had he gulped down 3 glasses?
Jisung's head felt foggy, like thick smoke was enveloping each nook and cranny of his brain. His blood was turning into the burning alcohol, intoxicating him and impairing every bit of judgment he had.
"That–that flirtatious headass.." The brunette grumbled, brows furrowing at Minho's hand that had made its way up the girl's exposed thigh. "Whatta *hic* dickhole!" He pouted, sloppily levering himself from the stool.
Pushing through the sticky bodies of people who were dancing, Jisung finally drew closer to the private lounge mumbling to himself something along the lines of 'that het shit'. The same blue velvet sofas as before basked in the streams of purple light, accompanied by women dressed skimpily body rolling to the music. The boy staggered up the few steps, hands finding their way onto the edge of one of the couches. "Lee *hic* f..ucking Minho.." The brunette mumbled, arm limply pointing at the latter.
But Minho only let out a dismissive hum, continuing to move his lips, harshly biting down against the girl's red stained ones. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and manicured hands running all over his body. Jisung's eyes stung, threatening to spill over with anger. "Hey!" He grabbed Minho's sides and pulled him away from the girl rather aggressively, causing him to stumble and the woman to slip out of his grip. "Whats your prob–"
"Jisung?" The elder scanned over the brunette, noticing his flushed cheeks and unsteady feet. "Are you—drunk?"
"N-no! I'm just..angerrrry!" Jisung blubbed, eyebrows narrowing and bottom lip poking out. "You mean angry?" Minho chuckled, feeing all too amused at the state the younger was in. "Yes..! 'Cause you're a *hic* meanie!" He poked at the honey haired boy's chest 'aggressively'. But in Minho's eyes each 'threat' and 'aggressive' movement just came out as an adorable mess.
"Y-you have no idea how i fucccking feeeeel!" Jisung whined, pulling all of his weight onto Minho's sleeve that he had gripped onto. "Okay I think we need to get you home.." Minho rubbed the younger's back soothingly, clearly oblivious to the affect he had on him and the butterflies he sent swarming in Jisung's stomach.
Jisung was a lightweight, after only a few drinks he was already on the verge of collapsing. So the elder scooped the boy up, letting the brunette wrap his dainty legs around his waist. The younger's eyes immediately fluttered shut, breathing in the scent of fabric softener and burnt vanilla. "You smell like shit.." He mumbled before drifting off, passing out with a light snore. Minho chuckled before breaking out into a fully-toothed grin.
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The feint click of a door awoke Jisung, letting the whites of his eyes peak through his heavy lids. His warm skin met the cool touch of the silky blankets.
And boy, did his head hurt. Shapes and outlines of the room spun in different directions. Jisung tried to focus, like putting the puzzle pieces of the room together. After a few minutes the harsh ringing in his ears subsided and vision collected itself, allowing him to fully take in his surroundings.
The sky peaking through the window was now a silky dark blue colour, suggesting the late hour it was and how long Jisung must have been out for. And there was a soft lull. A collection of plucks and strums that sounded in the distance of an acoustic guitar.
The brunette arose, stumbling feet meeting the cold floorboards. It was enchanting, drawing the boy in and hypnotising him. He treaded down the corridors, letting the sound devour him. Until, he reached the outskirts of the sun room.
"He was my brightest star." "In the night I couldn't ignore."
The voice was sweet, harmonious and honey-like. Each syllable was sung airily, soft and mellow.
"In a parallel universe, everything in reverse." "Maybe you could be mine."
It was Minho for sure, and the thought made Jisung's heart pound. Who knew he had such a beautiful singing voice?
There were so many things he didn't know. So many things he could know.
He was creative. A talented artist and beautiful singer. And Jisung thought that was incredible.
But a memory began to resurface. One of the boy desperately kissing that girl, devouring her painted lips whole. Jisung knew. He knew that Minho would never see him that way. His heart was splitting, crumbling to pieces. It throbbed with pain each time he thought about it.
But that was fine. He was okay with just watching from a distance. Just like now.
He was content.
a/n henlo!! (disclaimer: this chap was not edited well sjsj)
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