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Hoshi watched the scene in front of him with much interest.
He was still sober, thanks to Minghao watching out for his alcohol intake. Said person was currently next to him, also looking at the scene happening before them with widened eyes and phone camera recording the whole thing.
No one counted how many glasses S.Coups had gulped; maybe Jeonghan knew, but he was currently incapable of answering any questions.
Because he was busy trying not to laugh.
Because S.Coups was currently drunk and turning into another Hoshi, latching onto him, refusing to let him go–even when he needed to go to the bathroom.
“What are you, five?” Jeonghan muffled his laugh in the crook of his arm. “Coups-ya, let me go, I really need to go now…”
“No! I don’t want to! You’re not going anywhere without meee–”
“Are you going to go to the bathroom with me too?”
S.Coups blinked. “Jeonghan-ah, I can’t stand up.”
The corner of Jeonghan’s lips curled up. “Something wrong with your legs?”
“They gone numb… I’m sleepy…”
“I’ll call for a cab now,” Minghao took the initiative. He was still recording with his phone; Hoshi’s phone was used instead. The owner of the phone himself was still watching his hyungs’ antics with sparkling eyes that were not unlike a curious child.
“Say, Jeonghan-ah!” S.Coups, who previously was slumped on the table, suddenly sat straight. “If! If! If I told you, that you’re my first love, ever! What will you do!?”
Hoshi’s mouth went ‘o’. Next to him, Minghao was stupefied, turned into a statue.
S.Coups stared at Jeonghan, who was trembling heavily from head to toe. Pouting, of course. Eyes narrowed, he rested his chin on Jeonghan’s shoulder–again. “Jeonghan-aaah, answer meee~”
Instead of answering, Jeonghan replied with a wave of hand and laughed. “Okay, no more beer for you. Let’s go home now, go home now. Is the cab ready, Myungho-ya?”
“Oh–Oh!” As if awakened from a daze, Minghao immediately pressed the icon to order a ride. “I ordered it. It’s on the way,” he nodded as he answered.
Amidst of S.Coups’ whining, Jeonghan finally managed to free himself and dashed toward the restroom. Their dongsaengs were left with a drunken oldest hyung, dozing off on his seat, looking very similar to a tired toddler.
Hoshi and Minghao exchanged glances.
What was this feeling of stumbling into an ‘actually public fact but still very much a secret buried deep for years’…