I Can Do Both *REUPLOAD*

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It was currently 9:00 PM, way past school hours. What was Jisung doing? He was drunk out of his mind at Jackson's Party House, a popular club in the town. The guards didn't care how young you looked, if they asked and you said you were 21, they would let you in with zero hesitation.

"Y'all, it's been a blast but I have to go, " a tipsy Felix said in a hurry. "Mom's making pizza and I want. "

With that, Jisung was left with two of Felix's friends, all wasted.

"Lady and gentleman, " Jisung slurred, standing up. "Would you like to escort me home? We may find ourselves in my bed? "

Eagerly, the two in question followed Jisung out, his arms wrapped around them.

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Hearing the front door click open, Minho put away the broom and dustpan, making his way into the main living space.

"Jisung? "

"Yessss, Minho babe? " Jisung questioned, stepping in the house with a girl and boy wrapped around each arm.

"Where the fuck did you disappear to? " Minho questioned, coming closer. "We were supposed to do tutoring after school you k- why are there- wait, are you drunk? " he said, wrinkling his nose.

"Listennn, like I said before, I don't hafta listen to a worrrd you say mister. So unless you wanna fuck, shoo so I can have my threesome. Thank you, " Jisung said, wobbling up the stairs with the two.

"Do you even know their names? " Minho called, giving up.

"Nope, " Jisung responded, popping the 'p'. "But they're friends with Felix. "

Felix?

Sighing, Minho sank down into the couch, sending a text to Jisung's parents, asking where they were.

"These parents seriously need to take parenting more seriously, " he muttered.

Minho got up to continue cleaning when he heard a loud crash coming from Jisung's room.

Jumping up, Minho zipped up the stairs and made his way to the door or Jisung's room.

"Ah-ahh~"

Retracting his hand from the knob when he heard a painfully loud moan from Jisung, he retreated to his room.

Too bad it's so close to his room. ...

Despite spending the night with his earbuds in, music blasting at full volume, he could still hear the desperate moans. When Minho thought it was over, he hesitantly took out his earbuds, sighing in relief. He closed his eyes for a minute, leaning back against his headboard.

Heading stumbling, he opened his eyes and saw his knob turning, a wasted and messy looking Jisung appearing.

"Where are your friends?" He questioned, sitting up.

"They l-left , you should've joined, " Jisung responded, taking a long time to think about his words.

"Why do you seem even more drunk? "

"'Cause I am. We drank m-more, " he mumbled, stepping forward.

"Jisung, please go to bed, " Minho said when Jisung stopped at the edge of his bed.

Jisung stayed silent, head kept down. Minho shifted a bit, wondering why Jisung wasn't answering him.

"Ji-" Minho cut off when Jisung looked up and met eyes with him.

The sight scared him in a sense. It was more than being drunk. It was pure lust and determination.

Jisung's eyes were half-lidded, his mouth was wet and slightly open. His hair was sticking to his forehead as he breathed heavily, red cheeks puffing up.