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~ jisung pov
“Another shot! Another shot! Another shot!” I heard my friends yelling, although it was probably mainly from Felix, Hyunjin, and Changbin. The bright lights of the party flashed again, as I downed yet another shot of Soju. My head was already spinning from the previous three shots.
“Alright guys, that’s enough,” one of the boys said, who I could faintly make out as Bang Chan: the “dad” of our group. He was the one who basically took care of all of us, and made sure we didn’t do stupid things, like make me, a lightweight, drink more than plenty of shots of Soju.
“Hic! Jisungie~” I heard Minho say, causing me to turn towards him. He was sitting right beside me, drunk, like me.
“Y-yes, Minho hyung?” I asked, trying my best to focus on saying the proper words, and not blurt out how sexy Minho looked with his newly dyed silver hair and rosy cheeks from drinking too much.
“Come d- Hic! -ance with me!” Minho said, not even waiting for a reply, before taking my arm and dragging me closer to where the DJ was blasting away in the middle of the room.
“Hyung?” I asked, once Minho finally let go of my wrist.
“Yeah?”
“I’m not that good at dancing,” I replied.
“What n-nonsense- Hic- are you talking about? Your body is am- Hic! -azing for d-dancing! It’s soooo preeeetty and sexyyyyyy~” Minho said, slurring his words out.
“Wh-what?” I stuttered, heat rising to my cheeks. Did Minho just call me- sexy?
“And your waist and hips are soooo curvy and beautiful, and my hands fit perfectly on it~” Minho replied, seemingly not registering what I had said. But that didn’t matter when he suddenly placed his hands on my waist. “Seeeee?”
“I- I, er-” I stammered, my cheeks turning impossibly more red.
“Now let’s dance!” Minho exclaimed, hands still holding onto my hips, and began to dance along with the song that had just begun playing. It was a slightly slower, and more romantic dance.
“Left, and now right,” Minho instructed, guiding me through the steps of the dance.
“And now turn,” Minho said, bringing one hand up to hold my hand, his left still holding my waist. “There, like that~ Perfect!”
“Now dip,” Minho said, moving both arms to support my back, and then winking before saying, “and now a kiss!”
Before my mind could register what Minho had said, or mentally scream “ABORT, RUN AWAY, GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, HAN JISUNG!”, Minho softly pecked my lips. Even though it was only for a short, split second, the kiss was like no other. Sure, Minho and I had both had our fair share of dating one or two people in the past—it was to be expected; we’re both in our early twenties, but this kiss just felt...perfect (cliché, I know).
“And now up!” Minho exclaimed, helping to pull me back up from the dip, before slightly giggling.
“What- what is it?” I nervously asked. It was a rare sight to see Minho giggling, ever. But then again, weren't the events spanning the entire night rare to begin with?
“Nothing! Your lips just taste like sweet cherries,” Minho replied, giving me a soft, yet dazed smile that could make thousands of frozen hearts melt instantly.
“Do you want another taste, hyungie?” I boldly asked, smirking and giving Minho a wink. I had expected Minho to smack me in the head for suggesting such absurd things, but that’s what normal, non-drunk Minho would have done. Instead, Mr. Drunk-y here simply smiled, and said “why not?” before leaning in again. I could feel his small breaths of air blowing gently against my lips as he ran over his lips with his tongue. Then, he gently grabbed the back of my head, and connected his lips onto mine. It was light and gentle at first—his velvety and soft lips against mine. But then he slowly ran his tongue against my lips, and I tried my best to hold back a whimper as I slightly opened my mouth that let his tongue slip in. His tongue was a bit still at first, only barely grazing over my teeth and slightly lapping and connecting with my tongue. The hand that was still on my waist slowly moved up and inside my shirt, his thumb rubbing small circles on my stomach and abs that caused me to shiver slightly. His other hand, the right, was now holding my head back even more as he pushed his tongue further into my mouth, running along the walls of my mouth before I had to pull back for a breath of air.
“사랑해 (Saranghae)—I love you,” Minho suddenly said, right after we pulled apart. Y-you can’t just suddenly say things like that! I wanted to say, the blush that was originally only on my cheeks, spreading to my ears and neck. But all that came out was, “나도 사랑해 (Nado saranghae)—I love you too.”
~ the following day
“Ugh,” I groaned, as I sat up. My head hurt and my vision was blurred slightly as I opened my eyes to adjust to the light in the room. I was sitting on the bed in the campus dorm room that I shared with Seungmin. When did I get here? I thought to myself. All I remember is getting drunk last night, but I don’t remember much...
“You’re finally awake!” Seungmin suddenly exclaimed, as the door opened.
“GAh!” I yelled, surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“Am I not allowed inside my own dorm room that I share with you?” Seungmin asked rhetorically, to which I just stared down at my feet, embarrassed. “But anyways, I brought you hangover soup. Since Minho hyung was probably even more drunk than you were, I got Chan hyung to make some. Sorry if it tastes a little different than usual.”
“It’s fine, thanks,” I replied, taking the bowl of soup from Seungmin, and slowly sipping on it.
“You and Minho hyung were pretty drunk last night. And then you two suddenly disappeared. What were you two doing? It took us ages to find you guys, and we only found you because Innie managed to spot you guys dancing among a bunch of other people.”
“I...don’t remember,” I said, trying to backtrack to the events of last night, but drawing a blank.
“Let’s just hope you two didn’t do something stupid.”
~ Minho pov
“Chan hyung?” I asked, sitting on the edge of my bed with Chan sitting beside me, drinking some hangover soup he made.
“Hmm?” he hummed.
“I think I did something stupid last night,” I replied. At first when I woke up, I couldn’t recall any of the events that had happened the previous night, but as my mind became less groggy, memories of me and Jisung dancing, kissing, and god...even confessing, resurfaced my mind.
“I’m assuming this is with Jisung?” Chan nonchalantly replied, while I nearly choked on the bit of soup I had in my mouth.
“H-how did you know? Did you see us?!” I frantically asked, my cheeks quickly heating up in embarrassment.
“It’s so obvious you like him,” Chan replied.
“I-it is not,” I said, scoffing.
“Mhmm, sure. Now what stupid thing happened?”
“I may or may not have asked Jisung to dance with me, and we went to dance together closer to the DJ, and then because I was drunk and I’m a stupid drunk, I may or may not have quickly pecked him on the lips while he was in a dip, and then we made out after that, and then we confessed, and the entire thing was just a stupid idea!” I explained, nearly rapping out the entire explanation as fast as Changbin can rap.
“So the problem is?”
“I’m scared that he forgot everything, or that if he remembered it, he’s going to think I’m, like, weird, or something,” I confessed.
“You should confess to him, then. Tell him everything that happened, and reiterate your love for him,” Chan suggested, which caused my face to heat up again.
“That’s a stupid idea, hyung! It was a ‘heat-of-the-moment’ thing, he probably doesn’t even like me!” I said, quickly rejecting the offer.
“Well that’s the only thing that you can really do to help the situation. Either you and Jisung move on like nothing happened, which is something I know you don’t want to do, or confess to him that you do like, or even love, him,” Chan said.
“What if he doesn’t like me back?” I asked, fiddling with my fingers, and finally giving in to Chan’s idea.
“Trust me, he does like you back. Just remember that drunk actions are sober thoughts. I have to go now though, good luck mate,” Chan said, quickly patting my back, and leaving the dorm room.
~ Jisung pov
(a week later)
It was now a week after we had attended the party, and Minho had been acting...weird, and distant. It all started after I had exited my dorm room and bumped into Minho in the hallway.
(flashback)
“Ji, I have a question to ask you really quickly,” Minho said.
“What’s up, hyung?” I asked.
“Do you remember anything that happened at the party? You know, like, er- dancing with me?” Minho asked.
“I...danced with you?” I asked, trying not to get my cheeks to blossom a bright shade of red.
“Oh, you don’t remember, do you?” Minho asked, seemingly relieved yet disappointed.
“Um, I don’t think so...what happened?” I asked, curious.
“O-oh, nothing! You just- uh, asked me if I could teach you how to dance to something! A-and I had agreed at the time, but then I realized that I actually don’t have enough time to, so I was just going to tell you in case you remembered, but since you didn’t, it doesn’t really matter anymore. Yeah,” Minho explained at an oddly fast speed. “Sorry, I’m, er- in a hurry to be somewhere. Bye, Ji!”
“Bye?” I replied, confused, as Minho quickly walked away. He must really be in a hurry, I thought.
(present)
The odd interaction in the hallway was the last sort of proper interaction or conversation I had with Minho for the past week. Usually, the two of us would always cling onto each other, talk non-stop, or even smack each other’s butts, along with the other boys’, a few times. However, whenever the eight of us hung out in the past week, Minho always stuck to talking with everyone else. I mean, I wasn’t upset that he was talking with the others, no- he can do whatever he wants. But he just acted...more distant from me, I guess. I had even told Seungmin about my feelings towards Minho, and how I was starting to think that Minho was acting distant because he found out or something, and didn’t like me back. Seungmin told me he didn’t know why Minho was acting so distant all of a sudden, however, so that didn’t really help. Maybe I had done something wrong, but I can’t recall anything that I did that could have upset him within the past week.
The last straw was when Minho and I were heading towards the dorm room. We were supposed to work on a project together that was due tomorrow—it was assigned three weeks ago, but we had procrastinated, and Minho had been avoiding me all week. But when I tried going with Minho to his dorm room, he said that he had to work on something with Chan, and that we could just finish it separately, before quickly entering the dorm and closing the door in my face. I was about to head back to my dorm room to go work on the project when I realized that Chan was currently on a date with Jeongin, so he couldn’t be at the campus. I knew knocking on Minho’s door and trying to get inside his dorm room was futile, so why not get Seungmin to help me?
“Seungmin?” I asked, as I entered our dorm room.
“Yeah?” Seungmin replied, sitting on his bed and working on something on his laptop.
“Is it okay if you text Minho hyung to come help you with your homework or something, and come to our dorm room? We have to finish this project that’s due tomorrow, and he said that we should work on it separately since he and Chan hyung were busy with something in their dorm room. But Chan hyung said he was going on a date with Innie today, so I don’t know why he’s avoiding me like this. I want to ask him what’s wrong, but even if I can’t, I need to at least finish this project with him because I don’t need to fail chemistry,” I rambled, all while Seungmin nodded along, probably not even listening to half of what I was saying.
“Okay, I’ll go to the library to work then. Good luck with your man, he should be here soon,” Seungmin replied, not even bothering to reply to my complaint of “he’s not my man!”, before exiting the dorm room. A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door.
“Come in!” I yelled from inside, not wanting to open the door by myself in case Minho decided to leave when he found out that Seungmin was’t here.
“What did you need help with, Seu- oh. H-hi, Jisung. Um, is Seungmin here?” Minho said, stopping in his tracks when he saw me, and not Seungmin.
“No, and he’s not going to be here until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me and acting distant for the past week. Did I do something wrong? Please tell me if I did, I didn’t mean to make you upset, and I know I do stupid things sometimes, but just please tell me. I hate it when you act distant and avoid me, and I know you don’t have to work on something with Chan hyung since he’s on a date with Innie. So please, just tell me. I promise I’ll fix whatever went wrong, and that I’ll do better, bu-”
I was going to continue rambling before a soft pair of lips met mine. It was Minho’s. His lips were plump and moisturized like always, while mine were probably still chapped.
“You talk too much,” Minho said, once he pulled away after he quickly kissed my lips. “And your lips still taste like cherries.”
“S-still?” I asked hesitantly. That would mean that...Minho’s kissed me before? What sort of dimension was I currently in? When has Minho ever kissed me before?
“I guess I should tell you everything,” Minho said, sighing. “Last week, when we were at the party, both of us were really, really drunk. And I sort of took you to go dance with me, and then we kissed when you were in a dip, and then we made out, and I sort of confessed my love for you, and you said that you loved me too, but I don’t know if that was because you were drunk, or if you were just trying to not make things awkward, but I really, really like you, Jisung. And even though we were drunk, I meant every word that I said, even though you don’t remember much. I think I called you pretty and sexy, and called your waist beautiful—which by the way, it is. And even though I’m pretty sure you’re going to call me weird or ignore me after this, I just couldn’t keep it on my shoulders anymore. ...I guess Chan hyung was right.”
“You idiot,” I muttered. Apparently, my unrequited crush on Minho wasn’t so “unrequited” anymore. We confessed to each other when we were drunk, and kissed. Twice. And no one bothered to tell me?
“I guess you don’t like me then,” Minho said, looking away from me, and getting up from where he was seated on the bed. “Sorry, I’ll leav-”
But before Minho could finish his sentence, I quickly grabbed his arm, and pulled him back on the bed. Boldly, I pressed my lips against his, and kissed him back. Leaning against me, Minho placed one hand under my chin to tilt it closer to his mouth, while the other was holding the back of my head to gently push me onto the bed. Dominantly and assertively, he pushed his tongue into my mouth, and our tongues intertwined. Running his tongue along my inner mouth, Minho finally pulled back with a thin string of saliva that was connected from his tongue to my lips.
“I- I like you too,” I quietly stuttered, trying to hide my face that was burning a bright red now.
“Sorry, what was that?” Minho asked teasingly.
“I- I said I like you!” I said, raising my voice louder so that Minho could “hear me” this time.
“Aww, I love you too, you big baby.”
~~
And if Chan and Seungmin were high-fiving in the hallway, while looking through the dorm window, Minho and Jisung didn’t need to know.
“Now, we have to set up you and Jeongin next. Maybe make that fake date excuse real~”
“What?!”