Arranged? ➸ MinSung ꪜ

1.8

It hadn't even taken Minho a whole minute to stand up and point at Jisung. "You're friends with my fucking friends?" He was so annoyed that he had to see the boy here, he was supposed to be having fun and relaxing and forgetting about all of life's worries. But no, here was Han fucking Jisung, ruining all of that for him. He was going to need a lot more alcohol to get through this night.

Before Jisung even had a chance to respond or realize what was happening, Minho made his way out of the booth and headed over to the bar to be alone. Jisung just looked at the table of friends awkwardly, "hi?"

An hour had already passed since everyone arrived, people introduced themselves briefly to the others they didn't know and soon mostly everyone was drunk or at least a little intoxicated. The ones who weren't drunk—or as they said—drunk off of water and apple juice, were Seungmin and Felix. Seungmin because he wasn't of age yet and Felix because—well Changbin just wouldn't allow him to, saying he'd be a crazy drunk and 'too hard to control'.

The group had all wandered off to different places around the club, no one was sitting at the booth at this point. Hyunjin was out grinding on random people on the dance floor while Seungmin was trying to stop him—which only ended with Hyunjin proceeding to grind on him instead. Changbin and Felix were cuddling on some sofa in the corner, probably even making out—who knows. Chan and Woojin were off doing who knows what—and Jisung, well he slowly went away to do his own thing.

Meanwhile, Minho was sitting at the bar still, drunk off his ass. He lost count of how many shots he had after he left his group of friends, and person he didn't like. Speaking of person he didn't like—there was someone he did like, and he wanted to find that someone right now. He groaned and got up to go and find that person, almost tripping over nothing in the process. He had no idea where the person was, but oh was he determined to find out.

So Minho searched every corner of the club, heck he even checked the bathrooms—which was disgusting in fact, he swore he heard people having sex or something—but he couldn't find him. He pouted and was going to give up, but he heard that familiar voice. He suddenly smiled brightly and made his way to an unchecked hallway. Just as he was turning down the corridor—he saw the person he was looking for—pushing someone else up against the wall and making out with them as if his life depended on it.

Minho came to his senses finally, growing slightly sober from witnessing Chan making out with Woojin in the hall. He gulped and quickly made his way out to the main club area. He didn't know why but his vision began to get blurry, he looked down at his hand and a small droplet hit his palm, and another—and another—then he just started crying, for whatever strange reason.

"W-What the fuck you crying for, you bitch ass hoe," Minho sniffled and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Wimp."

He slowly made his way through the crowd of dancing and intoxicated people, heading back to the booth they were sat at only an hour ago, just to see if any of his friends were there. None were there—oh, except for Jisung. But Jisung wasn't a friend, but a person he disliked. Not hated, Minho couldn't say he hated the guy anymore. If he was being honest, he had grown to like him quite a bit. But he would never admit to that. So walking over to the booth quickly, he sat down and slammed a hand onto the table.

Jisung, who was looking down at his phone while taking drinks from his glass, was startled and looked up at the boy. "Oh, it's just you—hey wait, are you crying?"

"No, you're just as blind as a fucking rat, and you look like one too, ugly ass," Minho spat, small sniffles still audible as he kept wiping away the oncoming tears.

Jisung put his phone away and rolled his eyes, "definitely not crying."

Minho glared at the other and crossed his arms, "look, I'm in a bad—sad?—mood right now so don't even test me, okay?"

"Okay, damn—and why is drunk you so much more rude than sober you?"

"I'm just in a bad fucking mood, and I was hoping that I could talk to someone or someone could take my mind off of things or distract me or whatever and—"

"Well like I said, you can talk to me," Jisung smiled softly. "I won't bring anything up when you're sober."

Minho squinted his eyes at Jisung, "promise?"

Jisung nodded, "promise," he held out his pinky for Minho to take, which he did and scooted next to Jisung, their shoulders now touching.

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I wrote out the end, turned my phone off, came back on the app and 400 words were gone so I had to rewrite the last little bit, so if it seems rushed or something then that's why– I was trying to get it as close to what I did before but I forgot some things I added,, I know somethings different cause it's 100 words short but oh well :")

092018