𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 - 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

four

Minho nervously sipped his fourth cup of beer as he watched everyone enjoying themselves at the party. He watched people dancing, taking shots, and talking. He'd been waiting there for about an hour now and didn't really intend to move. He kept his back to the wall and hoped to catch a glimpse of someone who seemed approachable. Over the deafening music, he heard two people laughing and one shouting, "I thought you didn't need to drink to have fun, but you're trashed, bro." They turned the corner and entered the kitchen. Minho's eyes immediately followed one boy, absolutely mesmerised by the boy's outfit and by how confidently he wore it.

The boy gestured excitedly as he talked to his friend, and every movement was emphasised by how his pink skirt moved and caught the light as it followed his motions. He wore a purple cropped sweater with ice cream printed pattern, wire glasses, and earrings shaped like hearts. His sneakers matched the skirt, pastel pink, as did the choker he wore.

As he noticed it, Minho choked on his drink, which caught the attention of the pretty boy in the skirt. He spun around to see what had been causing the loud noise and his eyes met Minho's. The boy's lips turned up into a lopsided grin as he walked toward Minho, slurring slightly.

"Hey, a-are you... alright?" Minho nodded, still pretty out of it. Jisung poked Minho's face with his painted nails, letting his fingers settle at the corners of the older boy's mouth. He moved his hands to force Minho to smile. "See? You're so friggin pretty. I like your... I really like your smile. Will you smile for me again?" He pulled his hands away from Minho's face, instead resting them on the boy's shoulders. Both boys were drunk, but they didn't care. They only continued to stare at each other.

With a wink, Minho spoke. "Anything for you, babe." He sent Jisung a brilliant smile followed by a cocky smirk. Jisung's face now matched his skirt as he blushed madly. His hands, which had been resting on Minho's shoulders, found their way into Minho's hair. Jisung pulled the older boy's hair slightly as he began to move closer.

Just then, a loud voice distracted them.
"Hey, Minho!" Chan shouted, "I was gonna introduce you to my friend Jisung tonight, but it looks like you two have already met."

Minho looked up. "What?"

Chan scoffed and chuckled at the boy. "I know you're hammered but I'm sure you can remember this afternoon. I told you I'd introduce you to a cute boy at the party, and here he is. This is Han Jisung." The younger boy waved, grinning as he swayed in place, barely able to stand up straight. Chan moved closer and whispered in Minho's ear. "Be good to him, okay? He's kinda stupid, especially when he's drunk, but he's a really good kid. Treat him right."

Minho looked back at Jisung, who was still swaying with his eyes closed and a smile painted across his lips. He took two shots from the counter beside him before he nervously grabbed the younger boy's hand and asked, "Wanna dance?"

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