ADDICT | MINSUNG ✔️

ACHT

tw: jisung gets roofied

the party was even more fun than he had anticipated, the panties surprisingly giving him more confidence as he even worked up the nerve to grind up against minho a little.

after constant reassurance from his best friend, he knew he looked good.

his jeans were ripped at all the right places, his shirt was unbuttoned (imagine omg) just to make anyone who looked at him want more and his jacket that reached to his mid-thigh still gave him his cute aura.

safely said, he had succeeded in making minho fall in love in the glimpse of an eye all over again. as in: the other hadn't taken his eyes off of him once the entire walk there.

just like in a dance, one misstep could make the entire thing go wrong.

one moment of minho needing to go to the toilet and leaving jisung with chan for a moment.

chan had been laughing, jisung had been laughing, his half empty cup of cheap punch had been an open target.

minho had returned quickly and seeing as the younger was feeling a little weird, he leaned into him a bit more.

the older assumed he was just being his clingy self again and held him close with a soft smile, calmly proceeding the conversation with his friends.

jisung took another swig of the cup and downed the rest of it, throwing it on the floor out of carelessness.

sooner or later, his head and vision started spinning. ''are you okay?'' minho's voice sounded in his ears, warbled.

''yeah,'' he laughed it off. ''just need to sit down for a second.''

minho furrowed his eyebrows and forced chan to give up his seat for him, the older just giving him a questioning look and him ignoring it.

he pressed a hand to his boyfriend's forehead, scowling when the younger giggled and his eyelids opened and shut in prolonged periods of time.

''sungie, hey, sung,'' he tried. ''what's wrong, baby?''

jisung just kept giggling, minho cupping his cheek to stop his head from moving around so randomly.

''chan,'' minho pleaded, turning to the older. ''i don't know what's wrong with him.''

the older pushed him aside a little, taking his turn of putting his hand on the younger's forehead. ''are you sick, little one?'' he asked, worry weaving into his voice as well.

''let's take him outside for a moment.'' woojin said, the only person who hadn't drank anything except soda and was therefore the most clear headed.

minho growled lowly at anyone who tried to touch jisung except for his friends and jisung moaned softly when the cold air hit his face, laughing with his jaw unhinged.

jisung detached himself from his boyfriend and started wandering some random place, minho watching for a moment before grabbing him and pulling him close.

''he got roofied,'' changbin finally stated, his jaw clenched in anger. ''felix almost did too.''

''god fucking damnit.'' minho cursed, subconsciously pulling his boyfriend closer.

''we're gonna get you two home,'' woojin informed. ''i think everyone should go, that's not a question.''

woojin counted if they had all ten (including himself) and hoarded them all till they were somewhat stable walking on the pavement.

''i don't-'' jisung slurred. ''i need to sleep.''

''let's get you home first, small one.'' minho replied.

jisung giggled again. ''i am very small.''

''aren't you?'' he cooed. ''my little prince.''

''yeah,'' the younger agreed, suddenly stiffening up against him where he was leaned. ''you weren't supposed to know!''

''know what, sweet baby?'' he asked, rubbing his arm when he shivered lightly.

''that i'm small.'' jisung pouted, wrapping his arms around his waist and making it harder to walk.

minho raised his eyebrows. ''you're small?'' he asked, turning his head at the tap on his shoulder.

he came face to face with felix and the younger leaned in right next to his ear. ''he's a little. he tries to hide it.''

it only made his confusion worse, the australian noticing and jogging the small amount to walk next to him.

''age regression,'' felix started. ''it's usually a coping mechanism for people who were traumatised. they act and feel like they are a child. some people sexualise it, but they're very sick. it's just a child version of our baby sungie.''

jisung head perked up at the mention of the name and he giggled again.

''so what am i supposed to do?'' minho asked, holding the baby even closer now that he was informed of his mindset.

''take care of him,'' he replied. ''he'll be pretty sleepy when we get home, but he'd probably love it if you gave him some stuffies. make sure he eats, drinks and goes to the bathroom on time as well.''

felix turned his attention to the little, smiling at him warmly. ''small sweetheart,'' the boy called out. ''how old are you?''

''m five!'' jisung yelled, excited.

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not at how i lost my voice and everyone just though i started testosterone