Last Night…

Minho watched the pretty boy jogging towards the cab and broke into a grin. Finally. The phone in his hand buzzed, dragging him away from the shameless ogling. It was a message from Key asking if they’ll be at the party soon.

I say: Yeah, we’re heading over now

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. Sungmin had a boyfriend to boast about after all. It made sense he wouldn’t be superbly hyped up for what was essentially a hook-up part.

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.

Yeah, he internally scoffed I’m going to be optimistic because of my boyfriend. How could you not see it’s you? It’ll always be you.

Minho closed his eyes for a moment, but then smiled at Sungmin, saying, “You’re right. I guess I will be happy since I’m going to be with the person I care most about.”

The rest of the car ride went on in silence, Sungmin’s face completely turned away from him.

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. Minho wrapped his arms around Key’s waist, pulling him closer out of habit. From the corner of his eye, he could’ve sworn Sungmin cringed away uneasily. Abruptly realizing what he was doing, Minho broke away from the overly passionate kissing, breath coming out in shorter gasps.

“Where’s Taeminnie? And who’s this?” Key asked rather blatantly.

Sungmin answered before Minho could be the middle man, “Taemin was too busy with his boyfriend to come. I’m Sungmin.”

“He has a boyfriend? Since when?” Key’s eyes widened, “nice to meet you by the way. I’m Key.” He offered his hand happily. Minho could only sigh with relief at the friendly behavior. You see, the older boy had always been a tad…shy to put it nicely.

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

Do they have a history? Minho considered for only a second longer before Key was suddenly jumping up and down, pulling on his hand. “What is it?” he asked, peering down at the smaller boy.

“I want to introduce you to that cool roommate I’ve been telling you about,” he answered, smiling sweetly.

Minho’s gaze softened and he nodded before shooting Sungmin a follow us look. Almost grudgingly, it seemed, Sungmin listened, trailing behind them.

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

A smirk tugged at Minho’s lips. Maybe we should’ve knocked?

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.”

“Oh, well why am I part of the tour?” Jonghyun grimaced, leaving his bedroom and shutting the door firmly behind him. Minho watched the angular faced young man turn his attention to Sungmin and the look that came across him was…

“What’re you doing?” Key whispered, tugging on Minho’s arm. The latter blinked, only then realizing his had half moved in between Sungmin and Jonghyun.

Minho chuckled awkwardly and turned away from the scene. “Ah, sorry, I guess I’m a little tired. Do you want to get some drinks?” He draped his arm around Key’s shoulders, leading him down the hall. Behind him, he heard the sounds of exchanged greetings and then Sungmin’s laugh. … He clenched his jaw uncomfortably, knowing that he shouldn’t look back.

There was no reason to! Sungmin would never cheat on Ryeowook. The only thing proven by Minho butting in would be jealousy – jealousy that he wasn’t the one allowed to flirt with the cute boy.

Minho and Key lounged around 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. Actually, what the was he talking about?

The words kept pouring out but none of it really made sense to him. Was he even coherent? Were they all too drunk to realize his story was absolute ?

“Are you drinking soda?” one of them giggled, glancing at Minho’s drink.

“I’m a minor,” he replied, shrugging and sipping, “I’m just being a good boy.”

At that, all of them roared with laughter, as if it was the funniest thing in the world to imagine their Minho being a chaste boy. Even Key was laughing a bit, slightly buzzed from his drink. Yeah, this party is totally minor-friendly.

His eyes wandered to the open kitchen, seeing Sungmin standing alone with his phone. An aching in his heart nearly sent him over there to keep the boy company but then everything dropped.

Minho watched as a cup of punch was placed in front of Sungmin and he looked down at it, phone sliding away. Jonghyun asked him a question, grinning as he took a sip of his own drink.

Sungmin picked up the plastic cup, staring down at an unidentifiable liquid.

Jonghyun answered whatever question Sungmin posed, probably something about the refreshment in his hand.

 Uncertainty continued to grow on his features but then the older boy was laughing and tipping the drink towards the smaller one’s mouth.

Minho forced himself to think little of it as the color cup was the same as his. There was no way it was alcoholic so everything was probably okay.

A little while later, Key was drunk and delirious, practically on the verge of falling asleep. The party had been uneventful thus far, thus prompting Minho to just tuck his lover into bed and take care of any mishaps that might come in the proceeding hours.

The bedroom was a bit messy but otherwise familiar and warm. Minho pulled the blanket over Key, brushing hair out of the pretty boy’s face. You’re still as beautiful as before… He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his first love’s lips.

Slowly, those liquid eyes opened and twinkled, arms reaching up to drag Minho down. “Surprise~!” Key giggled, sloppily holding the taller boy to his neck. “Are we having ?” he slurred.

Minho stifled a laugh and shook his head, nuzzling his face into the crook of his lover’s throat. “Sorry, not tonight,” he replied, placing gossamer kisses along the sloping skin, “go to sleep.”

“I don’t want to…,” he whined, pushing back against the innocent lips on his neck.

“C’mon now it’s time to sleep,” Minho murmured, pulling Key’s arms away. “Goodnight, Key,” he whispered, squeezing his lover’s hand once before turning towards the door.

Just as he did, a loud crashing noise brought the party outside to a halt. Minho checked to see if Key heard – he didn’t – and then he was hurrying out of the bedroom, down the hall, and finally towards whatever the hell was happening.

People were crowded in a circle which Minho had to shove himself through to get to the front. A few of them tried to push him back but that wasn’t about to happen when he had a responsibility to take care of the party. Dammit, maybe I shouldn’t have put Key to sleep.

In the center of the conflict was the one person Minho hadn’t been expecting to find. Sungmin, bleeding and steely, stood over an older boy who was easily twice his size.

“Don’t touch people without their permission you -faced bastard,” he stated hoarsely, preparing to slam the heel of his foot into the already wide-eyed, nose-bleeding boy.

Minho lunged forward, grabbing Sungmin before anymore violence could ensue. Throwing him over one shoulder, with some effort, he raced away from the group of people who then dispersed. There was no point in sticking around when no one else would be beat up.

They disappeared into the bathroom, door shutting loudly behind them. He set Sungmin down on the toilet seat, gripping his hips to keep him from running back to fight more. “What the hell are you doing?” Minho hissed, glaring mere centimeters away from the other boy. “Why would you get into a fight?!”

Sungmin said nothing, just writhed under the strong arms pinning him down. Blood bloomed on his normally smooth white cheek and Minho sighed, giving the angry boy a warning glare before steadily releasing the pressure on his hips and going to grab a towel.

He dabbed the side of Sungmin’s face with a wet wipe, at times applying a little extra strength. What could he say? It was frustrating to have to take care of such a stubborn person.

The latter hissed spitefully, reaching out to grab the hand causing him pain. “Stop it!” Sungmin snapped, failing to snatch the unrelenting moves.

“Who told you to get into a fight? Why were you fighting anyway?” Minho muttered, gripping the injured boy’s wrist tightly, “You’re usually more level-headed than this aren’t you? Has your evil twin I don’t know about suddenly replaced you?”

“Not funny,” he mumbled. “I just don’t like seeing people force themselves on other people. I’ve experienced it once. I don’t need to see it happening right in front of me.”

A pale blush tinted Minho’s cheeks. He lowered the towel, eyes apologetically looking up at Sungmin. “Damn…sorry, I already forgot that that’s how we met.”

“It’s…not a big deal.”

“If it’s still bothering you two years later, it’s a pretty big, ing deal,” Minho slumped forward, hands coming to rest on either side of the toilet seat Sungmin occupied. “I swear I don’t do that anymore.”

“I know you don’t.”

“You don’t sound convinced.”

“Well how am I supposed to sound convinced?” Sungmin huffed. “You expect me to believe that you changed because you met Ryeowook and me? What a joke. That’s such a cliché.”

Minho didn’t reply just shrugged and went back to cleaning the wound on Sungmin’s face. After a minute or so, his nose caught a whiff of something…something very, very wrong. He lowered the towel, tilting Sungmin’s chin up and then down, side to side. “You’re ing drunk aren’t you?” he sighed, exasperated.

“No,” Sungmin extended the word, clicking his tongue at the end, “I was drinking punch, stupid! How could I get drunk?”

“Did you ever get the drink yourself?” Minho growled.

No answer.

I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. Ryeowook will kill me. When Ryeowook fails to kill me, Kyuhyun is going to kill me justbecause Ryeowook will come crying to him upset, because that’s how the world works right? It’s always Minho’s fault. After all, who else could make mistakes? It’s not like anyone else knows how to slip up! Of course not!

“After we’re done cleaning you up, you’re going to bed.”

Sungmin nodded albeit sullenly. “My head is starting to hurt anyway…,” he conceded, taking Minho’s hand and bringing the towel back to his cheek. “Can you finish?”

A blush crept over the taller boy’s face as he silently agreed. Why did Drunk-Sungmin have to be so cute, you know when he wasn’t violently attacking anyone?

When they finished up, Minho opened the door, leading Sungmin out by the hand. They weren’t even two steps into the hallway when someone came barreling at Minho with news of one of their party guests streaking down the hallways.

“Are you kidding me?” Minho muttered, letting go of Sungmin reluctantly. He glanced back at the absent faced boy, saying, “Go to an empty room and sleep.”

In the meantime, he had to go find the stupid drunkard running through the corridors . It probably wouldn’t have been a problem had he not been a scholarship student. Minho swallowed all his curses, running as fast as he could through the building looking for a stupid boy.

After what felt like forever, Minho was back in the freshly emptied apartment, picking up trash and cleaning sticky surfaces. Whose brilliant idea was it to create such a thing as parties? They were such a hassle and no one really had fun. It was just an excuse to trash some stranger’s home and then leave before you had to take responsibility.

Minho tied the first bag of garbage, washed his hands and then headed down the hall to check on Key and Sungmin. The first room that came up wasn’t fully closed but it was certainly dark. Was Jonghyun asleep? If he was then it was about time he got a rude awakening. Who the did he think he was? Why was Minho cleaning his apartment?

“Hey—” he cut himself off when he heard voices inside the unlit room, both of them undeniably familiar.

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.

“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.

Minho flipped the light on, proceeding to rip Jonghyun off of Sungmin. White-hot rage boiled in his black eyes as he nearly curled his hands around the older boy’s throat. “He has a boyfriend,” he said as calmly as possible… “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING TO HIM?!” …it didn’t last long.

Dragging Jonghyun out of the room, ignorant of all protests and squirming, Minho shut the door to the bedroom, locking it. “And stay the out.” He snarled through the barrier, considering kicking it for good measure – or just to relieve some anger.

“W-What happened?” Sungmin mumbled, rumpled figure tangled in bed sheets.

Minho gulped, lust shooting through his body as fury drained away. Oh no…oh ... He looked around hastily searching for somewhere to go before he was tempted to join that lovely, flushed person in the bed. “N-Nothing,” he stuttered, walking over to the sliding closet, “just go to bed.”

“H-Huh…? Okay…,” then there was the sound of flopping down on blankets.

Following that noise was Minho lying down on a pile of extra blankets and pillows inside the closet. He shut the sliding door and closed his eyes.

How had he ended up sleeping in a closet?

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