drunken song || minsung || university/work au

Chapter 8: Deja Vu

Everyone just simply watched a sulking boy walking down the street with a plastic bag.

'Oh, how pitiful.'
'Who hurt that poor boy?'

Jisung just walked unbothered and found himself in front of bar.

He entered- well, tried to.

"Hey, stop right there." The one guarding the door extended his an arm, confusing the sulking boy.

"Go home." The man said firmly before crossing his arms once more.

"W-What? Sir, I'm 21 years old!" Jisung exclaimed, already forgetting his tears.

"Bah! Nonsense! Go home right now." The stubborn guy said.

"Sir, I'm thankful that you think I'm below 20, but I am for sure 21 years old!" Jisung was close to giving up and searched for his student I.D- which he left in his locker.

"Oi! Jisungie! It's been a while! Don't worry sir, he was born 2000." Suddenly, a very familiar pretty man comes up from behind and slings his arm around Jisung's shoulder.

This man smiled at the guard who was quite allured at this and had no choice but to let them in.

Jisung could only look at them dumbfounded. Confused, he still looked at the boy, confirming his identity.

"Oh- Minhyuk-hyung! It's been a while!" The younger exclaimed.

Lee Minhyuk, a senior he met while in a group project in Music. They were both producers so they got close quick but the age scaled, so he got closer with the others. He's an alumni at the University now.

"It really has been a while. Now that I've got you in, I'll go to my friend's now. Enjoy your- business." Minhyuk simply smiled at him and left to go to his friends.

Jisung smiles sadly and heads to the bar. "One beer please." He slightly smiles at the bartender who didn't say anything and left to get him his beer.

He gave him the said beer and left to serve the others.

Jisung then proceeded to drink his life away.

He was now, indeed, drunk.

As a new adult, he was new to alcohols and has low tolerance.

And so, his world was spinning, everything was all swirls and his words were slurred.

Then he spots something that catches his eye.

A microphone...

On a stage...

A big stage at that too...

The microphone was coming closer, then it was in his hands. Magic?

Was what Jisung called it. Fate...

His voice was heard by everyone in the bar.

"Can I sing?" A slurred voice was heard by someone by afar.

The man from afar looked shook at the very familiar scene happening right now, but he couldn't bother saving the drunken boy from embarrassment.

"He's cute." He mumbled out, his friends that were surrounding him looked at him teasingly. "Ey, you like him? Why don't you get his number?" His friend asked. He could only chuckle and said, "I already do."

Minho smirks while looking at the boy with so much amusement. He was now singing 'Twinkle Twinkle, Little Stars'.

And as much as Minho would like to continue watching, he noticed the camera's pointed at him waiting for Jisung's career end. He had no choice but to drag Jisung off the stage and asked the video takers to delete the video.