𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 • ᵐⁱⁿˢᵘⁿᵍ

Forgetting You 12.8

Chan watches cautiously as Minho takes a second drag, then a third. However, this time Minho is smoking properly. He's not exhaling straight away, he keeps inhaling after removing the cigarette from his lips. Chan thought that since Minho asked to try smoking that it meant he had never smoked before. "How long have you been smoking for?"

"This is my first time." Minho hums in response, the sizzling of the cigarette as he inhales quickly follows.

"What? Then why did you want to try it?" Chan wants to take the cigarette back, but he doesn't know how the other will react.

"Just did." Minho shrugs and takes another drag. This time he exhales slowly, letting the smoke float away in a white ghost-like cloud. "You know you're really handsome."

"P-pardon?" Chan stutters as he raises his brows, surprised with the words he just heard.

"You're handsome." Minho repeats. "And really fucking nice." Minho's voice fades out as he rests his head on Chan's shoulder—he likes it there, it's comforting.

"O-okay." Chan clasps his hands between his thighs. He doesn't know what he should say or do. Believing Minho's words are mostly likely due to alcohol and whatever drug he's been given.

"Here." Minho holds the almost finished cigarette for Chan. "I'm done now. You can finish it."

Chan carefully brings the cigarette to his lips. Minho is watching him which makes him more flustered as they're already having an indirect kiss. The corners of Minho's lip curl into a small smile as Chan exhales the final drag.

"You have a nice jawline."

Chan freezes as Minho traces his finger across Chan's jaw. "T-thank you?" Chan is now sure that Minho is still not fully in the right state of mind. He wants to get another bottle of water, but not risk leaving Minho unattended, or risk him drinking something else if they both go into the house.

Minho hums, his eyes open most of the way though showing he's a little bit tired. "Can I kiss you?"

Chan's eyes widen at the question. "K-kiss me?" It's not like there aren't other gay people in Korea, it just something that they are not so publicly open about as those in western countries.

Minho nods his head, humming again.

Chan tries to laugh it off by putting Minho's head back on his shoulder. "Sleep on the thought, then when you wake you can ask me again, okay?" Chan also finds Minho attractive, but he's not keen on kissing someone when they're drugged and not thinking properly. For all he knows, Minho might not even be attracted to males and it's just the effect of whatever he's been given.

"No." Minho whines, sitting up to grab and cup Chan's face. "I want—" He pauses. "I want— I want to—" Minho starts to gag. "I want to throw up." Minho gags one last time before his lunch and all the shots he had—plus the mystery drink—come back up onto his and Chan's lap.

Chan has to look up because the smell is making his eyes well up. "It's okay." Chan directs Minho to continue throwing up in the bush behind them rather than on their clothes. "Let it all out. It's better out than in." He soothes as he rubs Minho's back. He knows it's best that Minho gets whatever he's been given out of his system, but he is also trying to keep himself from gagging.

After a while Minho takes a few deep breaths before sitting normally again. "I don't think you'll want to kiss me now." He mutters, using his sleeve to wipe at his mouth.

Chan chuckles at the comment. "I think you should get some sleep." Chan stands up in front of Minho. "Can you stand on your own?"

Minho attempts to stand, getting about an inch off the bench then falling back. His legs weak and mind dizzy. "Channie, help me, please." He whimpers, reaching out like a child to Chan.

Chan curses himself for finding the male cute. "Come here." Chan puts his hands out for Minho to take a hold.

Minho presses down with his body weight as tries to stand, his legs still wobbling. "Ack." He cries out as he's about to fall again but a hand wraps around his waist and pulls him into their chest.

"I got you." Chan says. He doesn't care about the puke as it's already on both of them. He's going to ask San if they can borrow a change of clothes anyway. "Let's get you upstairs." Chan keeps a hand on Minho's waist while the other holds Minho's arms that's over his shoulder.