San could only cover his ears to drown out the sounds of Mingi yelling as he began losing the game.

It was somewhere around 1 in the morning, and the eight boys found themselves gathered in the living room surrounded by piles of blankets and pillows.

A ripped Twister mat could be seen shoved to the side, a remnant of the horrifying event that was the eight's attempt to play said game.

The group had been switching through different games for a while now, before finally settling on Never Have I Ever.

"I swear to god, we should've just done truth or dare," Seonghwa whined as he leaned back against the couch he sat in front of.

"Fuck truth or dareee. I hate that game," Yunho responded with a slurred anger, signaling to the rest that they might have to confiscate his drink soon.

"Never have I ever... stolen anything from a store," Mingi said, glancing around the group.

Hongjoong put a finger down, sending a glare to the rest of the group that dared them to question it.

"Never have I ever dated anyone here," Jongho spoke, causing a whole assortment of whines from the group.

"Hey, why the fuck would you say that?" San rebuked as both him and Wooyoung put a finger down.

"This is so unfair," Seonghwa stated, putting his last finger down.

"Okay guys!" Mingi sat up, clapping his hands together. "New game idea, we play spin the bottle except with challenges."

"Mingi, that's literally worse than truth or dare," Jongho insisted from the side as Seonghwa simultaneously voiced his approval.

"Wait!" Yunho chimed in, pulling out a box from behind the couch, "I got something."
He set the object in the center of the group, giving everyone time to read its labeling.

"Yunho, what the fuck is 'Drunk Jenga'?" Wooyoung asked, grabbing the box in question and inspecting its contents.

Wooyoung dug out one of the blocks within, seeing words printed on its side. "Oh shit, it's one of these," he said as he put the game back in the center.

"Whoever causes the tower to fall has to do the challenge on whatever block they pulled. Who's up for it?" Yunho proposed, seeing a chorus of nods come from the others.

Yunho quickly got to setting it up, with the rest of the group either laughing or taking a shot in preparation.

It was a bad idea.

Within ten minutes the tower had been toppled by none other than Yunho himself, clearly not as nimble as he thought he'd be under the influence of vodka.

"Do the challenge! Read it, read it," the rest of the group encouraged, as Yunho squinted to make out the words on the block.

"Call an ex and ask them what they're up to. Easy shit," Yunho read, setting the block down and whipping out his phone.

The seven waited in silence as he dialed a number, waiting for the recipient to pick up.

"Hello?" a tired voice came from the other end. The poor girl, whoever she was, sounded pretty unhappy to be woken up at this hour.

"Siyeon, cutie, what are you doing right now?" Yunho asked, his voice just a bit too cheerful to convince someone he was sober.

A long sigh came through the receiver. "Yunho, it's 1am. I was sleeping, and will go back to sleeping. Goodnight," the girl said, hanging up promptly.

"Damnn," came from a few of the boys, with Yunho only shaking his head at her blunt response.

Jongho had re-set up the Jenga tower by then, and thus a new round commenced.

Fifteen minutes went by; Seonghwa knocked over the tower as he tried to pull a block out.

"Okayy it's Hwa's turn!" Wooyoung said, a little too excited at his best friend's loss. "Read the block, coward."

"Switch outfits with the person next to you..." Seonghwa read out, before glancing at Yeosang who was fidgeting sheepishly.

"You think I'll fit in that?" Seonghwa said, pointing towards Yeosang.

"No protesting, go swap clothes," Hongjoong said, shooing the two away with his hand as the pair stood up.

Yeosang only gave Hongjoong an evil look as he walked off to the bathroom with Seonghwa, the taller guiding him by the small of his back.

Soon the two returned, Yeosang comfortable in Seonghwa's larger clothes and Seonghwa absolutely stretching Yeosang's jeans.

Thus they sat down, and another speed round went by. This time the unlucky loser was none other than Choi San, who groaned in frustration as he knocked over the tower.

"Read read read," the rest of the group chanted, as if they were all in some sort of cult.

"Okay, damn," San tried to calm them down. "Do a fuck, marry, kill of the whole group. Thank god, this one's easy."

"Kill Mingi, fuck everyone else and marry Wooyoung," San announced with a smug smile, gaining laughs from everyone except Mingi who shouted an offended "HEY!"

"Would you prefer I fucked you?" San retorted, shutting Mingi up instantly. "That's what I thought."

The game continued without a hitch, multiple rounds flying by in the blink of an eye. Drawings were done on faces, secrets were told, and everyone had their fair share of discomfort by the time an hour had passed.

"Ah, shit—" Yeosang blurted out as he accidentally kicked the tower over while trying to adjust his blanket. It hadn't even been his turn.

"Yeosang~ it's your turn for the punishment again," Hongjoong cooed, handing the boy the closest stick to him.

"Tell the truth: have you seen anyone in the room naked?" he read off of the block.

"Yeah," Yeosang answered, deadpan. The rest of the room waited in silence for him to continue speaking.

He didn't.

Jongho quickly rebuilt the tower—he seemed to have a strange talent for doing so—and thus yet another game began, with Hongjoong muttering something about 'needing more vodka' for this.

Mingi swore as he failed to pull the block out on his turn, causing half of the tower to collapse.

"Yeahh Mingi! Read the block," San encouraged, now elated at getting to tease his friend for losing.

Mingi scanned over the block's wording, his expression changing to one of nervousness.

"Can I pick another?" he asked sheepishly, with the rest of the group now incredibly interested.

"What is it?" Seonghwa asked, the rest of the group joining in with similar sentiments

"I— I don't think I can read it, just..." Mingi tossed the block over to San, who silently read the block's words for himself.

Without saying anything, get the person sitting on your right to kiss you.

San couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, Mingi, your luck is amazing," he said, passing the block to Hongjoong, who also read it and smirked.

Mingi glanced to the right of him, only to be met with the confused gaze of Yunho, who hadn't read the block.

"Yunho, I think you're gonna have to help him out with this one," Hongjoong said teasingly, ignoring the death glare given to him by Mingi.

"You really wanna pick a different one?" Jongho offered, shoving some of the blocks towards Mingi.

"I mean, he's drunk, I don't think he'll get it," Mingi explained.

"I am not drunk. The hell am I supposed to do?" Yunho insisted, swatting Mingi's hand away from picking one of the other blocks.

Mingi only blinked, knowing that telling him would be failing the challenge.

Yunho stared at him for a few moments, the gears seemingly turning in his head.

"Oh, is it this?" Yunho wondered out loud as he stumbled upon a thought.

Before Mingi could even speak, Yunho's hand was gently laid on the back of his neck, guiding him forward as Yunho leaned in to place a soft kiss upon the other boy's lips.

Yunho pulled away, a stupid grin on his face as he gave Mingi a thumbs up, as if to say he completed the challenge.
The rest of the boys' screams and hoots had been enough to tell him he'd made the correct choice.

Mingi looked like he'd been thrown to heaven and back, and seemed lost in his own thoughts as he gathered the Jenga tiles back together.

As the games went on, the group found themselves losing members one by one, with the plague of sleep overtaking more than a couple of the boys.

Yunho had fallen asleep first, mid Jenga game. Hongjoong, who'd made fun of him for doing so, also fell asleep a mere fifteen minutes later.

Mingi, San, and Jongho sat up, the only three who remained awake. At this point, they had abandoned the game and resorted to quietly chatting amongst themselves.

San sat repeatedly stroking his boyfriend's hair, as Wooyoung had fallen asleep on his shoulder a while prior. He couldn't help but smile down at him, remembering the younger's all too optimistic request to stay awake together.

"I think I might go take a shower and go to bed," Jongho said, stretching.

"Okay, night Jongho," San whispered as the youngest stood up, giving him a small wave as he tiptoed over a few sleeping boys and out of the area.

"San," came Mingi's voice, gaining the other's attention. "I need to talk to you about something."

San nodded, staring at Mingi in wait of what he would say.

Mingi scanned the room, glancing between San and the numerous others asleep on the floor.

"Could we go outside and talk? I feel kinda uncomfortable doing it here," Mingi muttered. San immediately hummed in understanding, shifting his position in order to stand up.

San carefully pried Wooyoung off of his shoulder and leaned him against the couch.
Thankfully the boy didn't wake up at this, and San stood up and scurried off towards the door followed by Mingi.

The cold night air hit him as he stepped outside, the chirping of nocturnal insects greeting him alongside the darkness.

"Let's just sit over here," Mingi beckoned, jogging over to a chair by the poolside, facing away from the house.

Mingi plopped down on the chair tiredly, with San taking a seat next to him as if it it was a bench.

"Alright," San said, patting Mingi's knee, "You look nervous as hell, just tell me."

Mingi remained silent for a while, taking time to figure out the right words to say to San.

"Is it that obvious that I like him?" Mingi spoke carefully, only causing San to raise an eyebrow.

"Like who?" San questioned.

"Oh," was all that came from Mingi. "That's good then."

"Huh?" said San, immediately. "Wait no, Mingi, who???"

The only reply came in the chirping of crickets, hidden away in the moonlit corners of the yard.

"...Yunho?" San guessed, with Mingi's gaze quickly turning towards him in surprise.

"Don't judge me, I didn't ask for it either," Mingi spoke quietly. He leaned down, picking up a small pebble and throwing it as far as he could.

San nodded, biting back any surprised comments that threatened to escape him.

"Is liking him necessarily a bad thing?" San asked, more of a rhetorical question.

Mingi shrugged. "If you're me it is," he spoke.

"Why?" San spoke, elbowing the taller jokingly. "You're cute, he's bi. I'd say go for it."

A halfhearted smile rose to Mingi's face. "Yeah, I guess, but... he's very physical, and I..." he trailed off, letting the words they both knew go unspoken.

"You can work around that," San insisted.

"I know! But even ignoring that, I just don't think he likes me in the first place," Mingi huffed, glancing towards the house.

"He kissed you," San reminded.

"Yeah, he says he loves me all the time too but it's never in that way. He probably just feels comfortable 'cause I'm his friend," Mingi informed. "Plus, tonight he was drunk."

San held up a hand. "But at least he was comfortable doing it?" he tried the optimistic route.

Mingi shook his head. "God, why couldn't I have liked you instead," he said with just a twinge of disbelief in his voice.

San almost laughed. "That would be worse, I'm not even available."

"Still, you're you."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Mango?" San retorted, with Mingi cracking up in laughter at the response.

"Nothing. But ah, damn... Wooyoung is so lucky," Mingi shook his head as if scolding the shorter.

"Hell yeah he is," San snickered, "If I was born looking like him I'd be lucky too."

"Shut up Sannn," Mingi whined, "you know that's not what I meant."

A comfortable silence fell over the pair, broken only by Mingi reaching over to pat San on the back.

"I've vented enough, I think. I'm gonna go to bed," he stated, lightly stretching.

"Alright. Night, Mingi," San dismissed as the taller boy stood up, slowly walking around the pool chair.

"You not gonna come inside?" Mingi asked, seeing San's motionless figure remain seated.

"I will in a little bit," San spoke, "Woo wanted to look at the stars. Might as well take some pictures for him," he mused, staring up into the dark sky.

Mingi shook his head with a smile. "You're obsessed with him," he chastised playfully.

"Yeah, and?" San replied, taking out his phone.

"Goodnight," Mingi said before hurrying off towards the house, not wanting to evoke his best friend's wrath.

San watched Mingi disappear through the doorway, leaving only silence in his wake.

The only thing accompanying him now was the moon, giving its light to the trees and grass around him.

He took a picture, though he knew the moon could never compare to his sun.