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The loud, aggressive baseline of some overplayed Chainsmokers song pounds itself into Mingyu’s head, leaving his ears ringing. He smiles as Minghao shakes his ass in time to the song, laughing along with a handsome blonde boy Mingyu’s pretty sure is a friend of Jungkook’s.
Mingyu shakes his head and sways in time to the music, not close enough to the makeshift dance floor to show off his non-existent moves, but too close to pretend like he can’t hear the music. The playlist is that of every other college party he’s been to, overplayed hits from a few weeks ago, and trap remixes of great bops such as Thomas the Tank engine Theme, and the Mii Channel song.
He feels an arm around him, and turns to see a sloppy looking Jaehyun grinning back at him. “Dude, I'm headed out, don’t wait up.” Mingyu nods in response and watches his tipsy friend make his way to the door, where he’s met by a small, silver-haired young man.
Mingyu takes a sip out of the cup he’s been holding. He really doesn’t know what’s in it, but Seungcheol handed it to him, so it has to be at least safe. (He’s wrong, it tastes like battery acid.)
Minghao skips off the dancefloor, arm in arm with Taehyung, both laughing stupidly at something, stumbling around like idiots.
As far as he knows, Mingyu’s not wasted. He’s definitely not sober though either, but he downs a few more sips of the drink in his hand. He makes a mental check of how many roommates he needs to get home. Minghao’s with Taehyung, Jaehyun’s drunk in an Uber somewhere, and Jungkook and Seokmin are at home watching Ghibli films.
Just Hao to round up, he thinks, making his way to the kitchen to throw away his drink. Junhui waves as he passes. “Enjoying the party?” the older boy askes.
“Oh, yeah,” Mingyu replies lamely. It’s not the best party he’s been to at the house, but it was pretty short notice, so he just smiles. “It’s pretty great, Jun.”
The brunette smiles and continues through the small crowd, high fiving and side hugging several people. Mingyu snorts as Junhui encounters Kyungsoo, Jihoon, and Yoongi in a small huddle, who all give him hard stares with varying degrees of “I will murder you,” in them.
“Mingyu!” A loud yell cuts through the sounds of the party. He sighs as three girls run over to him. “Mingyu how are you?” Wendy yells, throwing an arm around him.
“Wendy, hey, I’m good.”
Juhyun throws her arm around him too, feeling at his bicep and laughing. “Good game last week.”
Mingyu shakes his head and laughs, both girls keep their arms around him. “Thanks, but I really didn’t do much. How are you all?”
Juhyun laughs again and replies, “So great.” Her hand continues to rest on Mingyu’s arm. “A little drunk.”
Seulgi eyes him, quickly looking to where Juhyun’s hand is on the tan skin of Mingyu’s arm. He catches her gaze, and she looks away quickly.
“Well,” he says, attempting to slip out of the girl’s grasps, “It’s good to see you, but I have to go.”
Juhyun pinches his cheek and giggles. “See you in class Thursday.”
Mingyu nods. “I’m excited to get our papers back.” He isn’t really, but the white lie is worth being in favor with the Teacher’s Assistant of the class he’s almost failing.
“You did great. Almost got a C.” Juhyun knocks her shoulder into his arm playfully, but the force is enough for the cup in his hand to splash his front.
Wendy laughs, hitting his other arm. “Good one, Ju.”
He shakes his head at the two girls, who leave him standing in a small puddle of whatever the hell Seungcheol handed him, jeans soaked in the strong-smelling liquid.
“It looks like I’ve pissed myself,” he mutters to no-one in particular, trudging past several people on their phones, hoping they don’t notice his situation.
“Are you okay?” Asks a freshman he’s never met before, with a wide eyed stare and bright pink hair.
Mingyu stops and looks at the kid. Young, innocent, pretty sober looking. “Never drink kid,” he advises, and walks into the kitchen.
“Did he pee himself?” Asks someone around the corner and Mingyu curses. He can only imagine the rumors tomorrow, if no-one is too hungover to remember his wet pants.
Turning to the sink, Mingyu wonders what he’s supposed to do. He could leave the party, walk down the street with soaking wet pants, get new ones, and come back. Except Minghao could do something really stupid in that time, and he would be risking Jungkook and Seokmin thinking he pissed himself. (Again.)
The cold jeans cling to his body, making Mingyu realize that there’s no way in hell they’ll be dry anytime soon. He silently curses Juhyun, even though he knows she’s drunk, and it was an accident.
But the question still remains. What is he going to do about his pants? And then it comes to him.
He can just microwave them.
It’s logical really, the heat from the microwave should, theoretically, dry out the wetness of his jeans.
Before really considering how this could go wrong, he slips out of the moist jeans and locates the appliance he needs. It’s such a good description of my life, he thinks, standing there in his awful Pokemon underwear, setting the microwave on high to nuke his pants, while listening to Cooking by the Book Remix feat. Lil. John. How wonderful.
Mingyu turns his attention away from the microwave for a few moments to see if he has any notifications on his phone. There’s a few Discord messages from Jungkook, as well as several memes in the roommate group chat. (Entitled “Eating Ass and Taking Names) Jungkook has apparently flushed Jaehyun’s goldfish, Helga, down the toilet, and is freaking out.
bitchass_dog: fukv dued helgas gone
O god i flushed her down the toilet how the fuck an i supsed to fix this
O sweet jesus whay erj i gonna fo
Jaehyuns goign to kill me
sockman: ur fuked m8
mingyhughgrant: whomst
bitchass_dog: the fish
jaehyuns fish
mingyhughgrant: uh how??????
As he shakes his head at his roommate's stupidity, Mingyu notices a peculiar sound coming from the microwave. It’s popping and something smells a little off. He turns around to see that no, things are not going well.
His pants are on fucking fire.
“Oh shit,” he whispers, freezing in place, terrified of the event unfolding in front of him. Mingyu feels like a Sim, wanting the fire to be out, but scared to go near it, because fIrE?
“Is something burning?”
“Nah, Chan, just this rap verse I just wrote.”
“Shut up, you Weeb.”
Mingyu shakes himself out of the trancelike state, and does another quite regrettable thing. He grabs the front of the microwave, and with all the strength he has, rips the box out of the wall above the stove.
Great, now he’s holding the box of fire.
With a crash, Mingyu drops it in the sink, quickly turning on the water and opening the door. Smoke billows out of the microwave, filling the small kitchen and making him cough. He really hopes Junhui won’t be pissed off.
It was embarrassing walking through several rooms to find Jun, pants-less and still a little shaken up, but it’s more embarrassing to tell him about the microwave.
“You fucking what?” Junhui asks with wide eyes.
“I ripped your microwave off the wall,” Mingyu says, hanging his head. “And I set it on fire.”
“Oh my god,” Junhui shakes his head. “Dude, what the hell?”
“My pants were wet,” Mingyu explains. “I wanted to dry them out.”
The door to the room opens and a tall, black haired man walks purposefully toward Junhui. He barely stops before grasping the sides of the brunette’s head and resting their foreheads together.
“Hi?” Junhui says questioningly, trying to move away from the man. The other man doesn’t let him break away, and takes several deep breaths.
“Why,” the dark haired man breaths, “Is our charred microwave in the sink?”
“Well-”
“And why,” he sighs and shakes Jun a bit. “Are someones burnt pants in the middle of our kitchen?”
Mingyu widens his eyes and feels his cheeks burning in embarrassment. He moves to stand behind a chair, not wanting this unfamiliar man to see his…Uhhh…Pokemon underwear
The black haired man releases Jun and rubs his face. “I just wanted a Hot Pocket, Jun. That’s all.”
The brunette laughs nervously and gestures to Mingyu. “We had a bit of an accident,” he explains with a kind smile to Mingyu.
Hot Pocket turns on Mingyu slowly, so slowly and looks at him with a look of utter disgust and shock, and opens his mouth several times, no words coming out.
“Sorry?” Mingyu supplies, widening his eyes.
A single tear traces it’s way down the man’s face and he bursts into uncontrollable sobs.