𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙔 : nyukyu.

𝙎𝙄𝙓.

changmin felt like a loser. not just any type of loser, though, changmin felt like a lonely loser. and a lonely loser is the worst type of loser.

parties were never something the brunette necessarily enjoyed, but now that it was younghoon's birthday party, he felt obliged to go. who wouldnt go to one of their best friend's birthday party if their only other plans were to fall asleep on the couch with half-chewed popcorn in their mouth? (disgusting, i know.)

why did changmin get chosen to do the birthday shots with younghoon? only the older's drunk few brain cells knew. well, changmin hoped he was drunk, he didnt want a best friend who would make him suffer when they were sober.

damn, those shots were strong. why did they keep coming? didnt younghoon have at least some type of budget for how many shots he took? whatever, it didnt matter anyway, seeing as changmin was an extremely light drinker and was tipsy after two shots and a glass of what tasted like (unfortunately) vodka filled kool-aid. wait, kool-aid? yes, kool-aid, every one of younghoon's friends were children. well, not literally, but you know what i mean.

anyway, changmin no longer felt like a lonely loser, instead, he felt like a drunk and pathetic loser as he clung to chanhee's arm and whining for a kiss. in the back of his mind where there was one tiny sober corner, changmin was far too embarrassed to think of how the other had gotten here. (with an invite, duh.)

oh, how changmin felt like bobo the fool when he remembered that event in the morning along with a pounding headache.