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Spin the bottle, the most excitement an average middle schooler is going to get before shit hits the fan and drama is blown into your face on the daily — if you're a social outcast like majority of the people in the room, that is; if you aren't, you're hit with the most basic drama bullshit before you even go to high school.
Anyways, back to spin the bottle. Thirteen guys sit in a living room together. Guys. Men. Playing spin the bottle. Really, though? Who's big, gay idea was this? But they still played it anyways, which meant everyone's gay. Even Jihoon, who we all know "secretly likes to watch that gay shit even when he says he ain't gay," said Mingyu, the tall beanpole outcast that acts like the "kewldood" of the group even though he can't shit talk for literal shit. It's cringey but they hope it's just one of those angsty, pre-teenage phases, like Wonwoo's whole emo thing.
They were three rounds in spinning the bottle and no one has kissed yet. Mingyu was about to argue with them about being "pussy bitches" until the bottle landed on him and Wonwoo, both parties shaking their heads.
"Guys, no one is getting action, can I be payed now?" Junhui groans, crossing his arms.
"No one's paying you to be here, Jun," Jisoo sighs.
"And no cares if you want to be here or not. It'd actually be great if you just leave," Jihoon flatly suggests.
"Good point," Junhui shrugs, getting up from the floor. "Cheol, where'd your dad keep the beer again?"
"God fucking dammit, Jun, for the last time, I will not let you have any of my dad's beer," Seungcheol shouts from the living room to Junhui who is already looking through his kitchen.
"What about your mom's wine?"
Seungcheol face palms himself, deciding to ignore the Chinese male.
"God, why do I hang out with you losers?"
Jeonghan scoots away from him with a hurt pout.
"I don't appreciate you calling my friends losers, Cheol — even if that is what they are," Jeonghan jerks his head away from Seungcheol with a literal "hmph." And literally no one is surprised or hurt by his ending remark.
"Babe, no~" Seungcheol reaches out to his boyfriend, giving him an apologetic kiss.
"Jesus, we don't even need to play spin the bottle for you two to kiss, so just get out of here," Jihoon swatted them away.
"This is my own house!"
"It's your parents' actually, and I think I'm doing them a favor by kicking you out."
"I have an idea, how about you not."
"I have an idea, how about someone actually kisses?" Junhui shouts from the kitchen.
"You can kiss my ass, Junhui!"
"At least that'll be a start to this boring night!"
"Can someone just spin the bottle?" Chan timidly intervenes. Chan, that innocent boy. Why did they invite the fifth grader? And why did they let him bring two sixth graders? Oh yeah, because he's the neighbor Seokmin is supposed to be babysitting right now.
"Someone better actually kiss this time," Seungkwan, Chan's sixth grade friend, demands, everyone shrugging in agreement, and Chan beams. Aw, adorable. So, Hansol, the other sixth grader, spins the bottle for him. They all watch, most of them already bored even before it even stopped spinning. That is, until it lands on Minghao.
"Great," Minghao sighs, rolling his eyes to the unenthusiastic whoops and gasps. Before Hansol spins it again, Seokmin speaks up.
"I agree with Seungkwan. The next person this lands on, Minghao MUST kiss," he insists, waiting for the verbal approval from everyone else. Everyone, except Minghao, look at each other and nod. Instead, Minghao watches them with discomfort in his stomach but also with slight excitement. Yeah, he's totally a gay shit.
Hansol takes hold of the bottle, looking around at everyone else, as well as Junhui, who just rejoined them probably because someone said Minghao has to kiss whoever the bottle lands on and he isn't passing up on the chance. Hansol spins the bottle, and everyone is literally on the edge of their seat, or the floor, depending on where they sat. The bottle began to slow, everyone sighing in relief as it passed by them (except Junhui). And finally, the bottle stops.
Everyone gasps or screeches (except Junhui) like a fanboy. Minghao doesn't exactly know how to feel when he traces the bottle's neck to the one and only emo boy: Jeon Wonwoo. They make nervous eye contact while everyone else pulls out their phones.
"Go to the center of the floor!" Soonyoung orders them, pointing to the center of the floor with his phone out like a photographer telling where the models must go and in what position.
"Okay, it's gotta be longer than, like, eight seconds," Jeonghan slips off the couch to be closer to the couple at center of them room.
"Why eight?"
"Do you want it to be shorter? I want this moment to last!"
"Can you guys not be so close?" Minghao mutters, but no one heard him, except maybe Wonwoo, who sat cross legged in front of him while he was on his knees, sat at the heels his feet, bouncing nervously up an down. The other flashes him an apologetic smile, and it comforts him to know that they are on the same page. He won't lie, Wonwoo is pretty hot if he can look past the emo crap, so maybe he wouldn't mind kissing too much.
"I want a clean kiss," Soonyoung looks to the both of them, acting like a referee to some kind of match. Okay, now they're making this a lot bigger than it needs to be, and two other guys in the group are literally dating. "Tongue is okay, keep the action going, just nothing dull or you're doing it again."
Minghao gives Soonyoung this glare that peers into his soul, and the older immediately backs away, but still with his phone on.
Wonwoo suddenly takes the back of Minghao's head without warning, pulling him into the kiss as he was glaring at Soonyoung. Minghao shuts his eyes while someone starts the countdown probably two seconds late, whoever that bitch is. Lips move against his, teeth awkwardly clack, and the world around Minghao is muted. All he can focus on are the lips on his and how soft they were. He forcibly eases into the kiss, even moving his own lips with Wonwoo's, hands clutching at the other's shoulders. He hears the countdown with two seconds left, so two more seconds and it's over. One second remaining, and a warm, wet feeling passes his lips just slightly and he immediately pulls away, thankful that the one second is up.
Now that he's more aware of everyone around him and his surroundings other than Wonwoo's lips, he realizes how loud everyone actually was, almost making his ears bleed from how loud they were. And even before he can fully process what the actual fuck just happened, Wonwoo leans in to leave a peck on his lips, causing another wave of screams and destruction.
"Holy shit, you guys were going at it!" Mingyu exclaims, rewatching the kiss on Seokmin's phone. "Are you guys, like, secretly fucking?" Both Wonwoo and Minghao send him glares that he is no longer affected by.
"Yeah, really," Junhui sniffles, feigning betrayal. "Is my Hao fucking another man??"
"I will seriously fucking choke you," Minghao threatens the older.
"Choke me, daddy."
"We are in the presence of pure and innocent children, Wen Junhui," Jisoo scolds him, kicking the Chinese male who sits in front of his feet.
"Eh, they'll learn about it soon enough," Junhui dismisses, going back to talk to Seokmin about sending the video to him.
Minghao, flustered and completely red, looks back at Wonwoo, and it could've been a blink because the fringe covered half his entire face, but he's positive the other sent him a wink.
So, yeah. That's how it all started. No, a "beautiful, loving relationship" was not started. It wasn't dating rumors that started — well, that did start when Jeonghan posted the video on Facebook, but that's besides the point. It was the constant, unceremonious kisses Wonwoo would give Minghao at random, which Minghao was totally okay about? Like, he really didn't care.
The next time Wonwoo did it, however, it hit Minghao like a truck, enabling the emergency mental shutdown. It was during lunch, Minghao sat at his usual table with Mingyu and Seokmin, and he's just sitting, minding his own business, when he heard a familiar voice say "check this out," and Minghao is pulled away from picking at his lunch into a sudden kiss from Wonwoo.
He didn't push him away, he really did nothing because, again, emergency mental shutdown. Wonwoo just pulled away, smirking at him as he turned around with this Changkyun guy looking at him with astonishment. Wonwoo then turned his head to wink at him — and Minghao was for sure this was a wink this time because Wonwoo cut his hair the day before and he could actually see both of his eyes. Mingyu and Seokmin gaped at him the same way Wonwoo's friend did: astonished.
The next kiss was when it was just the middle schoolers of the unofficial group of thirteen guys going off to probably do some edgy middle school crap — aka hangout at the mall and really do nothing but look at things through the windows because do middle schoolers even have money? (Junhui did, but that's because he's a spoiled brat that came from a rich family. They literally had to beg Junhui to at least buy them some frozen yogurt, and he responded with, "fine, but only because you pitiful peasants begged for it.")
Minghao was, once again, minding his own business, eating froyo, when Wonwoo decided that was the best time to kiss him in front of their only friends in middle school and in the mall, right after he just took the spoon out of his mouth. Wonwoo told him later that he thought it was a great idea to "lick off the froyo still on his lips," what the actual fuck. As embarrassing as it actually was and as confused Minghao was at first, he shrugged it off. If the warm butterflies in the pit of his stomach liked it, then who was he to say he didn't like it as well?
"Are you two dating?" Jihoon slowly asked, eyeing his friends suspiciously. The duo just casually looked back at him and shook their head.
"No," they both replied in unison.
Platonic kisses, Minghao began to call them.