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Jisung tuned out the booming loud music and the annoying flashing lights, simply focusing on the few rules Minho had given his prior to arriving to the party. He repeated them in his head repeatedly, burning them into his brain so he could easily remember them and he wouldn’t upset Minho.
- No talking about home.
- No talking about anything/anyone at home.
- Ask questions privately.
- Never, ever leave Minho’s side.
And although Jisung hadn’t said it, he quite liked the last rule a whole lot. He was obeying well too, both of his arms wrapped tightly around Minho’s torso as they walked further into the crowded house which was filled with people that were nearly all the same height as him. His eyes scanned the room, seeing empty bottles tossed around, people standing on furniture, and people showing each other their love. But Jisung knew the pairs weren’t kissing to show love, like he and Minho always did. He knew they weren’t kissing to make money like the people on Minho’s laptop were. The thought of people kissing without a reason to bother Jisung more than anything, because he felt like kissing was an act that should be strictly used to show someone how much you love them. And if you don’t love someone, you shouldn’t kiss them.
“Why are people kissing if they don’t love each other?” Jisung whispered the question near Minho’s ear, obeying the third rule.
Minho glanced around at the few snogging couples in the busy living room, trying to think of a way to explain their teenaged actions without ruining the innocence of Jisung's perspective of kissing. “Because they’re stupid,” was all Minho replied with, and it made Jisung crack a smile because he was thinking the exact same thing.
Minho purposely walked slowly through the bundles of people, letting Jisung soak in and get used to the surroundings of sweaty bodies and the stench of alcohol and weed. In all honesty, he didn’t even want to continue any further because it would result in his bumping into the three ‘friends’ that were too arrogant to accept Jisung. But he figured he should come to support his friends and make sure they didn’t hook up with anyone other than each other, just as he always did at parties.
“Minho, mate!” He heard a deep voice call from the other side of the room, instantly making eye contact with Changbin.
His three closest friends were sitting on the floor by the couch, forming a circle with a few boys Minho couldn’t quite see from where they were. Pushing aside previous occurrences, Minho gathered up the nerve he needed to prevent himself from knocking each one of the boys along the jaw. His tight grip secured even more around the smaller boy as the couple pushed by a few more people until they reached the group. By the time they got there, there was already a space available. The lovers sat down next to each other and Jisung kept his hands to himself, figuring that should’ve been one of the rules that Minho forgot to mention. But Minho felt exposed without Jisung's touch, so his large hand rested on Jisung's knee, giving it a gentle squeeze until Jisung's hand was covering over Minho’s. Jisung used his free hand to fix the beanie that was upon his head, to make sure his mandatory hat hadn’t fallen off in the crowd he wasn’t used to.
“We’re playing a game, wanna play?” Chan asked as he shuffled the deck of cards.
Changbin leant behind himself and grabbed a large bottle of vodka, then placed it in his lap. He soon had eight red cups in his hands, evenly pouring the alcohol into each cup and distributing the plastic objects to each person sitting in the circle.
“Yeah,” Minho agreed.
Jisung turned his head to look at Minho with desperate eyes, wanting to ask the question of what the fuck the game was and what in the world Chan was holding. And once the cup was placed in his hands, more questions filled his mind and it sort of overwhelmed his.
Minho leant down and pressed his lips to the top of Jisung's ear, placing a gentle kiss there before whispering a few instructions. Once he pulled away, he took Jisung's cup from his and poured the alcohol into his own cup because he figured Jisung did not need to experience being drunk again.
“I’ll sit out of this one,” Jisung announced over the music, saying the sentence Minho had ordered his to say. He looked at Minho for approval and smiled once Minho nodded at what he had done. He loved making Minho happy.
Chan nodded at Jisung and began to deal the cards, tossing them onto the ground in front of each person until the deck was finished. Jisung watched as everyone held the cards out like a fan in front of them, taking a card out of the pile and placing it somewhere else in their hands. He watched as a few people picked up their cups and took a few gulps of whatever they were drinking, watching their faces scrunch up. As soon as he saw their reactions, Jisung knew it was probably something similar to the alcohol which he had consumed the other day and immediately understood why Minho had taken his cup away from him. Minho. Jisung snapped back into the Minho trance he was normally in, leaning his head on Minho’s broad shoulder to look at what was on the cards. There were black and red shapes, with different numbers and some even had a few pictures of queens and kings, which Jisung really liked. This was a card with a large ‘A’ on it, and a single heart in the middle. Jisung's eyes lit up as he pointed to the shape, looking up at Minho as if it was the symbol that described what they shared. Minho’s dimples became visible as he smiled at what Jisung had noticed, looking down at the boy to give his nose a quick kiss.
“Okay, whoever has the 3 of clubs, you’re up,” Felix announced to the circle.
Minho watched the center of the circle as a 3 of clubs and a 3 of hearts were tossed in the center. He scanned his cards and placed his fingers on the low pair he had, placing it on top of the 3’s.
And the game continued on, Jisung becoming very impatient as he watched everyone’s fingers mix in with the cards and grip onto their red cups. He wasted time by drawing the shapes he had seen on the cards onto Minho’s knee, trying to memorize how each one was drawn because he really, really did like how pretty they looked in black and red.
By the end of the round, Changbin had lost and was labeled a loser while a boy by the name of Seungmin had won. Minho watched the sinister smirk on his face grow as he tapped his finger against his pale chin in a mocking way. “I want the loser to get his asshole finger fucked.”
Well, fuck . Minho didn’t know they were playing a drinking game. But it was kind of stupid to assume they would just be playing a friendly game of cards at a damn house party. All Minho knew was that he couldn’t become a loser , because then he would be forced to do something with someone who wasn’t Jisung, that he would probably end up doing because he could feel himself slowly sinking into a drunken state. Felix burst out into laughter, grinning in the direction of Changbin and Chan. Chan’s face grew a deep red as he stared at Seungmin for a little, and although Changbin was all for it, he didn’t want Chan to have his little anxiety attacks.
“You know I can’t, man,” the tanned boy gave Seungmin a begging look, and he rolled his eyes dramatically.
“Alright, damn pussies,” he scoffed, tilting his head to the side. “Make Chan hard,” was all he commanded.
Changbin was suddenly happy that he had lost the round because it was giving his the opportunity to touch his boyfriend in a way he had been craving all day. Jisung watched them with curious eyes, feeling slightly happy because Changbin was going to show Chan he loved his. It made Jisung feel warm inside, because he knew that the two boys were kissers and that they were doing this to show each othis their affection. Although in reality it was simply just following the rules of the game, Jisung didn’t take that into consideration. But before anyone (besides Jisung) could bring their intoxicated thoughts into focus, Changbin had his thin legs straddling Chan’s lap and his mouth was pressed down against Chan’s ear. Jisung's eyes narrowed in on the way Changbin’s lips moved as he talked against his boyfriend, really wanting to hear what was being said. He assumed Changbin was whispering simple things like, I love you. You’re so beautiful. You don’t understand how much you mean to me. But it was quite the opposite, because the words that left Changbin’s mouth and entered Chan’s ear were things like, Can’t wait to get out of the house. Are you going to get hard in front of everyone, Channie? Gonna show them what they can’t have, and what I’m going to have tonight? Changbin’s whispers traveled straight to Chan’s groin and they practically hauled his cock upwards, having it easily press up against Changbin’s. Changbin smirked in triumph, swinging himself off of Chan’s lap to sit next to his. Nearly everyone’s eyes traveled down to Chan’s pelvis as they saw the outline of his cock through his light gray jeans.
Seungmin erupted into laughter, his head tipping backwards as he mocked the erection Chan tried to cover up with his hands. “You better go upstairs before 10 inch over here starts to cry.”
Jisung felt bad for Chan. He knew what it was like to have an erection and not be able to do anything about it, and he didn’t think he deserved to be put through that pain. He watched as the couple stood up and disappeared into the crowd, the circle of eight turning into a circle of six. They enclosed the circle a little more and this gave Jisung the chance to look at everyone who was actually here.
There was Felix. A boy sitting next to Felix. He didn’t know his name, but he could’ve sworn someone addressed his as Hyunjin. And he realized Hyunjin just really couldn’t keep his hands off of Felix, which Jisung thought was cute. Jisung couldn’t keep his hands off of Minho either. There was the boy that had told Changbin to touch Chan like that, and he didn’t catch his name. But he was really pretty, he thought. The last person in the group was a boy as well. He was brunette, and reminded Jisung of the weathis pixies that only came out when it was raining. But he looked very familiar, and it frustrated Jisung that he couldn’t pinpoint where he had seen him before.
“And then there were six,” Felix said with a smile on his face as he dealt the cards around the circle again, mouthing something as he did so.
Jisung was forced through anothis round of waiting around and drawing circles into Minho’s thigh. Minho would look down at Jisung whenever he had the chance and his attention wasn’t on the game, and he would smile because Jisung was being silent for once, and no one was making any rude comments. Although he did miss the loud expression of his raspy voice and the way his eyes would jump when he saw something new. Hyunjin had become president, and Minho was okay with the fact that he was crowned vice president because it meant he didn’t have to fall into the commands of whatever Hyunjin came up with. The boy sitting next to Minho became a loser, and everyone laughed when his mouth curved into an unsatisfied pout.
“I want the loser to kiss whoever he finds most attractive,” Hyunjin said, his eyes focused on the loser.
Seungmin fixed the end of his shirt and playfully leant towards the boy with puckered lips, causing both of them to erupt in high laughter.
“Aw, fuck,” Felix cursed when they didn’t end up kissing. “Can’t you guys just kiss for us?”
Seungmin rolled his eyes at Felix’s boyish comment, and the drunk boy who was crowned loser sent him a gentle grin. The circle was quiet for a moment before his manicured hands lifted to cup Minho’s cheeks in his hands, forcing the boy to turn his way. He attached their lips in a deep kiss, neglecting the fact that Jisung was holding onto the boy with a tight grip. Jisung was frozen in his spot, unsure of what to do when the lips of some other boy attached to the lips of his kisser. With the boys’ eyes closed and his cheeks hollowed, Jisung recognized him. That was the boy in Minho’s phone, the boy who was kissing Minho’s cheek in the picture that tore Jisung's heart. But now his overly pink lips were mixing in with Minho’s and Jisung felt his weakest.
“Stop!” he shrieked, leaning across Minho to push the boy’s shoulder harshly so their lips detached. “What are you doing?!” Jisung nearly yelled, staring at the boy with desperate eyes. Jisung's arms wrapped around Minho’s torso once again and he violently pulled his boyfriend closer to his grip. He didn’t realize it, but he was shaking.
“Calm the fuck down,” his voice snapped as she held his shoulder where Jisung's hand had harmed it.
“Ji,” Minho warned in a harsh voice, but Jisung could tell there was something off about it. “It's fine. It was only a fucking kiss.”
And that’s what caused Jisung's throat to close up and tears to blur his vision. He let go of the older boy and raised himself to his feet, desperately making his way through the people to find the front door. Only a fucking kiss. Jisung choked out a sob as he walked, pushing his way out of the large house and down the steps. Only a fucking kiss. Jisung walked aimlessly down the sidewalk. Normally he would be afraid of being on his own in this unknown world, but he silently hoped something bad would happen to distract him from this horrible pain he felt in his heart. He walked to a nearby park, feeling lost until his eyes landed on the second star to the right in the sky. Home . Home sounded really nice right now. Before Jisung made his way to Levanter Kingdom, he thought about how much he desperately wanted a kiss from Minho to block out everything and erase everyone from their thoughts.
But then he remembered it would only be a fucking kiss, and nothing more.
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