When Mingi had left him to go play beer pong Seonghwa was enjoying more Jack and Coke. Wooyoung had joined him as well and both were chatting in the kitchen as they waited for their men to get back.

"So have you talk to Mingi yet?" Wooyoung slurs, taking a drink from his cup.

"About?" Seonghwa arches his eyebrow. He had never drank any alcohol before, and he was already feeling a little buzzed.

"Oh come on hyung," Wooyoung giggles, "you like him admit it!"

Seonghwa rolls his eyes, seeing some brownies on the stove and grabbing one, taking a bite. He hums, his eyebrows raise as he lets the chocolate treat coat his tongue. He didn't realize how hungry he was until he had scarfed the rest of it down, "These are amazing!!"

"Hyung!" Wooyoung whined, "don't change the subject!! Do you like Mingi or not?!"

"I mean... he is cute... and he's so sweet," Seonghwa pouts, grabbing another brownie and starts to eat it, "I don't think he would be with me... I mean, you know the situation I'm in with my mom. I don't want to tie him down to that. I barely want to be tied down to it but she's my mom..."

Wooyoung smiles, "I understand."

As they continue to talk, Seonghwa started feeling as if he was walking on clouds. His head felt fuzzy and he almost felt high. What were in those brownies? He found himself giggling at everything Wooyoung was saying, even when he was pouting at missing San. He felt someone take his hand and drag him outside, past the beer pong table, and to the side of the house where it was secluded.

He found lips pressed against his and they weren't soft nor gentle. They were hungry, full of lust, and needy. Seonghwa was trying to push away whoever it was that was pressed against him, whimpering, "Stop please."

"Stop moving," the person growls, their so voice deep it rattles Seonghwa's chest and makes him whimper again.

The fuzzy feeling in his head and his body made it hard for him to find the force to push against the darker figure. He whimpers once more, "Stop please! You're not Mingi!"

"Hey!" A voice roared behind them and Seonghwa feels someone drop his body like a sack of potatoes, and he cries out when he lands on his hands. Something cut his palm, and he looks down to see his palms bleeding. Someone else touched him, and he looks up to see Mingi's face in his view, "Seonghwa? Baby are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Seonghwa sees the broken glass bottle where his hands were, "I'm hurt."

"Come on, let's go," Mingi slurs, helping him stand and they both stumble down the street. Seonghwa huddled by Mingi, staying close to the taller.

They ended up coming to a house down the street, Mingi easily letting them in and closing the door behind them, "We need to hurry before my dad gets back."

"You live here?" Seonghwa mumbles, his body feeling really heavy now as he allows Mingi to lead him into the house.

"Yes but I won't be if my dad finds us here," Mingi whispers, pulling him into the bathroom. He first starts by brushing away any glass left on Seonghwa's hands, his hands bleeding still from the other pieces and Mingi scrambles in his cabinet for bandages. He sees his dad's bottle of tequila he uses to brush his teeth and grabs it, unscrewing the lid and looking to Seonghwa, "This is going to sting baby."

Seonghwa hisses when Mingi pours the alcohol on his hands, washing the blood away and some of the dirt. Mingi kisses his temple, alcohol and weed prominent on his breath, "I know I'm sorry baby, I'm trying to be gentle."

He rinses the tequila off with warm water, and applies ointment before wrapping his hands up in the bandages. Seonghwa looks up into Mingi's eyes, "Thank you Mingi."

"Anytime," Mingi whispers back, leaning his forehead on Seonghwa's, "I'm sorry I left you alone... I'm such an idiot."

Seonghwa giggles softly, the sound made Mingi's heart throb and Seonghwa cups his cheeks with both hands, "I'll forgive you," Seonghwa whispers, leaning in closer, "if you kiss me."

Mingi chuckles, leaning closer and connecting their lips at first in a soft, delicate kiss. Nothing like whoever it was that was kissing Seonghwa against his will at the party. Seonghwa moves his lips, begging for more and Mingi traces his bottom lip with his tongue.

Seonghwa smiles into the kiss before pulling away for air, and Mingi arches his eyebrow, "Did you happen to get into the pot brownies?"

Seonghwa giggles again, laying his head on Mingi's shoulder. They sit there for a bit, panting as Seonghwa sits on the bathroom counter and Mingi leaned against him. Finally Mingi sighs, "Let's get you home. Maybe I can have someone take you."

"Yunho was staying sober tonight, he's my DD," Seonghwa pouts, "I don't want to leave you."

"I don't want to leave either," Mingi whispers, "but we need to get you in bed and-"

There was a slam of a door and Mingi froze, looking to the bathroom door that was still wide open and hearing footsteps walking to the kitchen. His heart races as he looks to Seonghwa, "We gotta go," he whispers quietly.

"What-"

"Sh!" Mingi hisses quietly, holding a finger up to his lips, "If he hears us we're in trouble!"

He peaks his head out of the door, seeing the light on in the kitchen and hearing his dad rummage around in there. He gestures down the hall and they sneak past the kitchen easily. Mingi feels his anxiety rising as they quietly sneak to the front door, exiting the house. How they made it, he wasn't sure, but he's thankful they did as Seonghwa grabs his phone and calls Yunho.

"I'm at Mingi's-" Seonghwa starts, Mingi takes the phone and gives Yunho directions.

They waited on the side of the road, Mingi occasionally looks around to make sure his father isn't coming after them. Yunho pulls up eventually in his old rusty Chevy car, parking on the side of the road and Mingi helps Seonghwa in the car. Once he's seated, he looks to Mingi and smiles, "Call me?"

Mingi leans in and connects their lips, their kiss felt like it lasted a lifetime when in reality it was a short and quick peck. He pulls away and smirks, "Let me know when you get home."

The red flower crown boy nods, allowing Mingi to close the door and when he does, Yunho drives away. He sighs, pulling out a joint and walking back to his house. Once he gets back, he checks it over to see his dad is in the living room, no go, front door is right by the living room.

He curses, taking a puff from his joint and looks around the house for a way in without alerting his father. He realized he opened the bathroom window, not having a clue why but in this case he wasn't going to question it. He easily climbs in, slithering in like a snake, and sneaks into his room with ease.

His father must be already drunk, too drunk to realize they snuck in and out and back in under his nose.

He steps quietly out of the bathroom and down the hall, avoiding the places he's marked in his head that squeak and creek. His room was down the hall from the bathroom, right next to his dad's room unfortunately. He slips in, closing and locking his door quickly before stripping out of his costume. In the dark, he makes his way to his bed and climbs in, falling face first on the sheets and blankets.

He groans, he loves his bed.

He rolls on his back and finished off his joint as he stares up at the ceiling, feeling the familiar taste of cloud nine on his tongue. He hums, his mind turns to mush and his worries slip away as he throws the dud of the joint in the ash tray by his bed on the oak nightstand.

Before he could stay awake longer to wait for Seonghwa's text, he passed out.

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