Soo....I'm rather surprised that everyone thought Ryeowook was drinking in that special chapter ^^;;; I hadn't even thought of that!

Well anyway, demonic_angel0711, was the closes to being correct. The scene was a KyuWook scene <3 lol. I suppose that was a bit hard to catch? Hmm...well if you look back think about it in a ual way and it'll become really obvious ; )

I remember you said you wanted a JoonMir scene? You wanted their kiss from Soft Heart right? Or is there something else you want? : )

NOTE: The scene has nothing to do with the story line so don't worry. I don't plan on anything like them having in this particular story (for the msot part. Okay, it crossed my mind a few times...>>;;;;) but there's no chance they're doing anything like that in the coming chapters ^^

ALSO NOTE: Ryeowook is definitely done drinking. There will be absolutely no more drinking scenes...probably, haha.

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Soft whimpers floated into the suffocating air, adding to the heated session in darkness. It was difficult to breathe between his sweet moans and sloppy kisses, but somehow, they managed. There, in a steamy, black bedroom, sins were being committed.

“Hot, babe,” a strong voice whispered huskily, sweaty palms sliding across an expanse of white, muscled abs, “you can be as loud as you want…”

“Mm…o-okay…,” he panted, tight jeaned legs wrapping around the young man topping him. Another illicit sound escaped him, adding to the lust filled atmosphere. His fingers tangled in unfamiliar layers of hair, dragging their mouths together in a tongue-fervent kiss.

Sungmin’s eyes burst open and he gasped wildly, sitting upright in bed. Roaring pain in his skull sent the black haired beauty toppling back to the mess of blankets and pillows. Groaning in aggravation, Sungmin rolled over, gripping either side of his sorely sensitive head.

“What the hell…,” he muttered, sliding his body halfway off the mattress so the world would stop spinning.

Just beyond the wall of the room he could hear clanging and banging – obnoxious. Gritting his teeth, Sungmin pulled a pillow over his ears, wincing at the scraping metal heard through an apparently thin layer of paint and building support.

Wait. Where was he?

The blankets tangled in his legs weren’t the right color. The desk across from him was too big. The walls were wider, larger. There were drapes over the window…good lord. Sungmin wasn’t even in the school, was he? Wait…how did he know so much about the room? How long had he been in there?

What happened last night? He flinched away at the furious pain that erupted when he tried to think. Getting straight to the answer was not going to happen. Sighing, Sungmin closed his eyes, taking himself on a trip down memory lane…

“Sorry, Dongwoon, good luck with the dance though!” Sungmin apologized, clasping his hands together sincerely before turning away from the other boy.

“Whatever just make sure you don’t do anything stupid over there!” he called after the receding third year.

There was a cab waiting to drive Minho and him to the University campus. Sungmin peered uneasily at it for a few seconds but then shook his head and pulled the door open. Ducking his head, the boy entered, taking a seat beside Minho.

The latter was just putting his phone away before turning to look at Sungmin. “I just told them we’ll be there soon. Are you excited?”

“As excited as I’ll ever be,” he answered somewhat blandly, not exactly hyped up to spend the lovers’ holiday with a bunch of matchmaker-me fools. Sungmin had a boyfriend to boast about! Why did he have to attend a hook-up party for singles? Oh right, it was Kyuhyun’s fault. It was alwayshis fault. If he just weren’t around then everything would be much better.

Minho patted the other male’s shoulder. “Just deal with it,” he remarked, shrugging, “it’s only one night. You’ll be back with your precious Ryeowookie by morning, y’know.”

“You can only be optimistic because you’ll be with your lover,” Sungmin argued childishly, crossing his arms and looking out the window.

What had Minho said after that? Sungmin squeezed his closed eyes, trying to remember what boy’s reply to the insinuation was. After what felt like hours, he gave up and massaged his aching brain.

There was still more to remember though, even if he would never be able to recall Minho’s words.

The apartment door was open, loud music pouring out into the lively hallway. There were college students drinking and talking all around, some of them throwing winks and sultry leers at Minho and Sungmin.

For the most part, all of the looks were ignored as the pair proceeded to cross the threshold of Key’s apartment, entering the center of mayhem.

Lights brightened the area, allowing for proper conversation between willing people and as a spotlight for those who were having contests. It was absolutely fascinating that someone was standing upside-down, chugging a keg through a tube. Where were the laws of science when you wanted them?

A cute, rather slender boy came up to Minho, throwing his arms around the taller one’s neck and kissing him sloppily. Sungmin saw it, cringing away uneasily. After another moment of overly passionate kissing, they broke apart and Key eyed the small, black haired third year. “Where’s Taeminnie? And who’s this?” he asked rather blatantly.

Sungmin answered, “Taemin was too busy with his boyfriend to come. I’m Sungmin.”

“He has a boyfriend? Since when?” the older boy’s eyes widened, “nice to meet you by the way. I’m Key.” He offered his hand happily.

“Ah, hi,” Sungmin mumbled, oddly hesitant to shake hands, “thank for throwing this party.” The words sounded forced though, as if pushed through piles and piles of swallowed retorts.

Why didn’t Sungmin like Key? There was nothing strange about him as far as he could remember – and although that wasn’t far, it was enough. Did something else happen after that?

Slowly but surely, he got himself into a sitting position, trying to keep his brain from rattling. The sound of clanking metal ceased much to his pleasure.

“Thank the lord,” he muttered, carefully scanning the room.

“This is my roommate, Jonghyun,” Key introduced, opening the door to reveal a sharp featured young man pulling a shirt on.

The boy yelped, jerking the material all the way down. “What the hell are you doing?” Jonghyun snapped, holding his body as if he were still exposed.

Rolling his eyes, Key walked into the only quiet room in the apartment, “Chill out. I’m just showing Minho’s friend around the place.”

Sungmin chuckled at the memory, finding the little bit of humor in an otherwise strained, confusing situation. Why was he asleep in Jonghyun’s room? This was the room in his memory right? Glancing around once more, Sungmin confirmed the assumption and continued his journey through last night’s events.

There were some blurry spots but he had long since decided it was okay if he couldn’t recall everything. So long as the key points stayed intact then everything would be alright…right?

Minho and Key disappeared into the main room, chatting and drinking with some of their mutual friends. There were a number of people surrounding them, all apparently interested in whatever Minho was saying.

As for Sungmin, he was leaning against the kitchen counter, unsure what he was doing. For a while he had contemplated interrupting Ryeowook’s “date” with Kyuhyun but then thought better of it.

Why hadn’t he called again? Sungmin sighed, ignoring the curiosity.

A cup of punch was placed in front of Sungmin and he looked down at it. “You haven’t eaten or drank anything yet, right?” Jonghyun asked, grinning as he took a sip of his own drink.

Sungmin picked up the plastic cup, staring down at an unidentifiable liquid. “What is this?”

“I think this is punch,” Jonghyun replied, “Key said there wouldn’t be any liquor since there would be some underage kiddies,” he winked at Sungmin, “at this party.”

 “Oh…but I saw some people drinking outside.”

“Would you stop worrying?” the older boy laughed, tipping the drink towards the smaller one’s mouth.

“Dammit, that so wasn’t punch,” Sungmin growled to himself, rubbing the fresh pounding in his head. How much alcohol was in that drink? Better yet, how hadn’t he tasted the bitterness of it? Shouldn’t it have been obvious considering everything?

Actually, Sungmin blinked a few times, trying to remember how many times his cup had been refilled. If each one was spiked, would that equal a lot of alcohol?

Minho’s face suddenly popped into his mind, acting like a barrier against the rest of his memories. Why the hell wouldn’t go away? Sungmin tenderly massaged his scalp, attempting to calm the quickly boiling anger. It was all nerves and pain making him temperamental, surely.

The door of the room clicked and Sungmin lunged back into a laying position, somehow scared of being caught awake. He pretended to sleep, keeping his breaths deep and even, body as relaxed as he could get it. Only problem was that the quick movement had sent needles plunging into all points of his brain. Every square centimeter of skin crawled and stung, but he kept it together, silently clenching his jaw.

“He’s still asleep,” Minho’s familiar voice echoed through the room, low and soft.

A less then comforting voice answered, “Ah, well I have to go talk to one of my professors for a little bit. I’ll be back in like twenty minutes. If he wakes up by then there’s food in the kitchen for the both of you.”

“Thanks Key. I’m going to take a shower.”

“…Want me to join you?”

Sungmin frowned internally, keeping his expression straight on the outside. Didn’t Key have to go talk to his teacher of something? Why was he flirting with Minho?

A quiet chuckle and then the younger boy was saying, “Just hurry and talk to your professor. I’ll be here when you get back.” There was a very faint sound of movement and then the door was closing again.

After another moment of tense silence, Sungmin let out a breath and he sat up, slower this time. Just outside of the room, the sound of running water filled the apartment and then the spouting of a shower head raining down.