ot5; crack fluff

Taemin slouches against Jonghyun. 

"Who wants to tell him?" one groans.

Jinki tilts his head at Kibum.

"Is anyone?" another questions.

Minho wiggles a dance across the room, drunk and shamelessly singing as loud as he can. He trips over his own two feet but keeps up like a champ. 

Jonghyun sips his drink and voices a thought, “He looks cute though..”

Taemin shrugs, resting his head on Jonghyun’s shoulder. He smiles, “..I didn’t want to be the first to say it, but yeah.” He covers a laugh, tipsy himself.

Kibum snorts, tipping back his drink again. “He doesn’t even know..” he says in an annoyed sigh.

Jinki blinks and smiles wide, eyes back on Minho. They’re all drunk right now, Jinki knows, but Minho somehow bit the dust fast this time around. Jinki slowly takes a drink only to choke on it with a big cringe at the younger’s voice suddenly and painfully changes off key. Minho doesn’t seem to notice, or he just doesn’t care.

Minho wiggles his to the others, still singing and tripping over his feet. 

"Well.."

"Someone’s gotta.."

”..Stop him.”

The four young men shout at Minho together, glasses raised. “We hate that song!”

Minho stops, silently turns to the others, blinks, then side-step dances into a bedroom, still singing. The show must go on.