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He was bored.
Looking at all those people partying. He was bored.
He shouldn't have been bored. He was who he was; people would have paid to be who he was, but he was bored with his drink in his hand, watching sweaty bodies making out in the living room of a stranger. He needed a thrill, something which would have made him feel alive, something new. So he kept watching the crowd, looking for someone to spend the night with, for someone to talk to, but how could he? All those people were boring and he knew for sure they were. How many of those people he had dropped previously, he didn't have any idea. The last guy he kind of dated was now making out with a girl on the couch; bold of him. He was gay, Minho knew he was gay, one hundred percent gay. That boy said it himself while he was begging Minho to not let him go after just one night, a night which meant nothing, but that boy was still desperate and now he was trying to find comfort in an innocent girl. That wasn't fair. For the girl obviously.
Nobody catched his eyes, they were all the same, dancing the same way, with the same moves, everything was so lame in that room he needed the urge to go out for some fresh air.
That's what he did; people staring at him as he walked out the house, nobody tried to approach him anyway. He wondered where his friends were, he hoped they weren't getting anyone pregnant. He laughed. College sucked, college parties were even worse. When he finally reached the garden he was able to find some peace, far away from the nonsensical beat which was still echoing in the whole building.
The noise was stuck in Minho's mind and closing his eyes he could still see all those brainless individuals trying to have fun. He was being too mean; he was one of those zombies, he was being mean to himself.
Behind a bush, a bunch of kids were smoking weed, someone laughed, someone started whistling the melody of a playground song, they were high of course. But they weren't the only one in there. Sitting on a bench a guy, who Minho couldn't see so well, was playing games on his phone, fully concentrated, his face being illuminated by the screen of the mobile.
That was interesting. Why was he choosing to stay out of the party to be alone like that? Minho had the right to investigate. That's why he took a sit right next to him. The boy didn't even flinch. He was a statue. Not even a blink. Minho had the chance to look at his face. He had never seen that guy; honestly he had never seen such a guy. His features were sweet, he could say, the first thing he noticed was how soft his cheecks seemed. The boy was biting his lower lip pretty hard, too invested in the game he was playing.
Those lips were the most attractive ones Minho had seen in a while. He was probably wearing some balm because they were basically sparkling underlining how tempting those lips were. Minho felt the instinct to bite them too. His eyes were reflecting the screen and they seemed so glittering, Minho kind of felt envious of how much life those two diamonds had inside. The boy was wearing a hat. He totally didn't notice Minho staring at him. So Minho went for his first move.
"What are you doing here?" He asked trying to appear as chill as he usually was, lowering his voice tone to impress the new guy. Minho saw him pressing pause on the screen; he locked the phone and he turned to Minho. He looked at him. Now Minho couldn't see him well due to the lack of illumination, but he felt his chest flipping when their eyes met.
He didn't talk. He just gave him a confused look. Minho really didn't want to wait. Not now that he had found someone so interesting and beautiful. That's why he put his hand on the boy's knee taking the whole risk. He felt how the guy got into some tension, so he started rubbing his fingers slowly, waiting for him to say something or at least push him away. But the boy didn't do a thing. So Minho grabbed his inner thigh and he moved his fingers in circle, delicately reaching the guy's crotch pants. He cupped it with his hand and he started rubbing it in a slow and regular rhythm. The male in front of him shivered and left a little moan when Minho started kneading him there. That was such a beautiful sound.
But suddenly he found himself drenched in the drink he had in his other hand; obviously the drink wasn't even there now, the guy who seemed to enjoy the previous situation as well, had taken advantage of his distraction and his full attention on the hot sound he had just made to spill his alcohol on his shirt. What the hell was happening?
"I knew this place was filled with creeps." He said standing up putting some distance between him and Minho. Minho was so lost he just couldn't believe what happened.
"Are you calling me a creep?" He replied, his voice was now a bit higher, the disappointment came in. The boy laughed bitterly. "Man, you tried to rub the dick of a stranger, is that even normal?" Minho was offended.
"Sorry, what are you doing here? Do you attend this college at least?" He asked, that beautiful face was now giving Minho a hard time. And not the hard time he was looking for.
"Me? Absolutely not. I'm in high school. I'll graduate soon. I knew I shouldn't have followed him." He said then more to himself than to Minho. That situation was truly unbearable.
"Who are you talking about?"
"A freaking friend of mine who is madly in love with some college dumbass. I don't even know why I'm telling you this since you basically tried to sexual assault me." The boy said with carelessness.
Minho blinked.
"I thought you were into it!" He tried to justify himself. "I would never assault anyone what are you even trying to say?"
"You should have asked with words if I was into it, but whatever." He kept saying. He wasn't wrong.
Minho knew that. But people were usually okay with him doing those things. People actually prayed him to touch them like that, but that wasn't the point. This kid had the audacity of calling him a creep and rejecting him like that? Minho was glad nobody was around. He had never been treated this way. Never.
"At least do you know who are you talking to?" Minho asked annoyed trying to win the discussion. The other guy stared intensely at his face.
"I have no clue about who you are." He replied scrolling his shoulders.
"Well, I'm..." Minho started, but he got interrupted when the guy read a message on his phone. "Sorry man, I have to rescue my friend, he saw his crush hitting on someone else. I knew this was a bad idea."
And he just ran away leaving Minho behind like a complete idiot. Nobody had ever ran away from him like that. Minho was speechless. A highschooler just dumped him like he was some stupid and ugly guy, Minho was honestly shocked. He started regretting his decision on his outfit since his now soaked t-shirt was making him feel a little bit of cold. Damn, now he had to go back inside, to change himself at least. What kind of weird superior divinity was doing this to him? Humiliation and rejection at the same time. From a kid. An extremely attractive kid, but still a kid.
At least he had been good enough to miss his wristwatch, that thing was expensive as hell. Minho didn't want to hear his father complaining about him not being able to look after the stuff he bought to him. The idea of that man talking gave him a headache. He suddenly remembered the appointment he had with him the next morning and he he felt the desire to die. It was almost midnight and he wasn't going to leave that party until five in the morning, he was screwed.
"Wanna smoke? You seem stressed." One of the weed guys told him after walking closer to him. "You were trying to fuck that kid and he refused, man I've never witnessed Lee Minho being refused." He said while giggling. He was definitely out of his mind.
"You'll forget about it anyway with that shit in your organism. What a crackhead..." Minho muttered leaving the bench.
"Hey! Could you lend me some money? I'm broke and you're damn rich! My dad said yours is being paid well!" He screamed.
Minho gave him a middle finger in response.
The mugginess and the sense of claustrophobia hit him hard when he entered again. Even if the house was huge there were way too many people it was impossible to breathe and to stay calm without vodka or something in his veins. He was too lucid to stand a crowd like that. He tried to find some space to reach a couch at least, but those drunk college students weren't helping at all. He heard a girl whispering something into her friend's ear when he passed near them. He was used to it.
Rumours, voices, girls, straight girls specifically liked analysing him trying to understand why such a handsome boy was gay and not interested in the female gender. Tons of those tried to convert him or cure him, they used those terms as if he had joined a cult or as if he had contract some diseases. South Korea was homophobic. He was glad nobody had considered the attempt to kill him or something. He was lucky enough to attend a more or less open-minded institute, so his sexuality wasn't much of a big deal and he could live freely. More or less obviously.
He was stuck between all those people and he truly tried to get himself out of it when a running boy bumped into him, he said a quick sorry while tears were streaming down his face and he kept running away. Minho couldn't even see him clearly. He didn't mind that much until another boy bumped into him.
"Felix, where are you going?" He screamed, but he was now pressed against Minho's chest. That was him. Same guy. Same cheeks.
"Oh no, you creep again." He complained trying to wiggle out of the throng.
"Must be destiny." Minho claimed. "What's wrong with him?" He asked about the guy's friend.
"Heartbreak I guess?" He answered.
"Like the heartbreak you gave me." Minho said. The other guy rolled his eyes.
"Smooth, but I just refused your advances and you don't even know my name." He replied prepared. "True." Minho nodded.
They were so close to each other Minho could now admire the boy in all of his beauty. His lips were shining in red, he wondered if that boy tried make up. Those were so inviting he really thought about kissing him in that moment. He could have tried.
That kid was probably going to slap him in the face, but why not.
"Could you please stop staring at my lips like a weirdo and could you please let me pass? I need to make sure my friend won't jump off a bridge. You know it's kinda urgent."
"You really talk a lot." Minho said still concentrated on the other's mouth. He was really a kid. What was Minho even thinking?
"Anyway sure." He added when he noticed the rush in the boy's face. "Thanks." He told him and he disappeared.
Minho's head was spinning, the lack of oxygen in there was reaching high levels even for someone like him. He needed familiar faces so he decided to look for his friends. That night was being a total disaster. His t-shirt was still wet and he dropped the idea of changing it when he found the door of a bedroom locked from the inside. He heard weird noises. He knew what those weird noises meant so he decided to wait for his t-shirt to dry itself.
His friends were nowhere to be found and Minho took his phone from his pocket, sending texts to all of them. Nobody replied. That was bothering him. A lot. He was losing all his hopes when he finally saw the light. A bright ray of sunshine in that dark living room.
"Woojin! Finally!" Minho said smiling hugging his friend as if he hadn't seen him a hour earlier. "Where are the others?" Woojin was one of his seniors and one of his dearest friends. They met each other a year ago when Minho was a freshman and he was in his second year of college. He was the typical mom friend. The responsible one. A great listener and he really gave him the best advices. He was always willing to help and Minho always asked himself how could Woojin be so incredibly genuine altruist.
Minho was scared at first, since he was so well educated and he knew everything about manners he thought he was going to judge him for his personality, even for his sexual preferences, Woojin seemed so traditional he was scared of losing him. But surprisingly he was the first he came out to. It happened naturally.
They were casually talking and Woojin was giving him his impressions about pros and cons of being in a relationship since Woojin's grandmother kept bothering him with the idea of having a girlfriend. All that talking about girls made Minho feel kind of uncomfortable since he really didn't know how to participate in the conversation so he just did it. He came out. With a thing like: "I don't know about girls, but dating a boy isn't easy too."
And Woojin blinked at first, probably trying to understand the point of the statement. Then he softly smiled and they kept talking as if it was nothing and Minho was glad he didn't make a big deal out of it. He was glad he had Woojin in his life.
"Changbin is sucking off a girlboy face."
"Girlboy?" Minho asked pretty confused.
"Yeah he has a skirt and all, but I doubt he is a she." He confessed. Minho nodded.
"What about Cha..."
"What's up everyone!" Bang Chan jumped in the conversation literally out of the blue both Woojin and Minho wondered where he was hiding himself for all that time.
"Who's everyone, it's just me and Woojin here." Minho said giving him a disoriented look.
"You're everyone in my heart guys!" Chan announced hugging them. He was drunk.
"What about Changbin?" Woojin asked.
"Right. You guys and Changbin are everyone in my heart!" And he squeezed them tight.
"Are you drunk?" Minho asked.
"No, absolutely. I just had a few drinks and I'm happy to see you guys! I'm happy I'm not stressing over this semester, over exams, over what my life will be in a year!" Stressed Bang Chan at it again.
Christopher Bang Chan had moved to Korea from Australia when he was thirteen or at least that's what he had said to Minho when they met exactly a year ago.
He was in the same year as Woojin and he always wanted to be helpful. He helped Minho in everything he could even when Minho actually didn't ask for anything. He worked all day and night, he studied all day and night and he was constantly talking about the future. He was stressed. Just stressed. But also a nice guy and a good influence. He was also the student's president for that year.
"He's drunk." Woojin stated.
"Should we do something about it?" Minho asked. "I'll keep an eye on him. It's pretty entertaining to watch." Woojin laughed.
"Hey guys."
Minho waved his hands at that familiar voice. Changbin, his other dear friend made his entrance in the conversation. His hair were all messy and his shirt was slightly open. He had probably tried to close it again, but the buttons were all in the wrong places.
"Woojin said you were kissing a girlboy." Minho started.
"It ended up being a boy. A good kisser though. I liked the skirt."
Changbin was new. A freshman, he had just started college, but somehow he knew Chan, he said they had always been good friends so he just entered their little group. Minho was scared he wasn't going to like Changbin at all, he didn't like the idea of a new piece messing up the puzzle he had made for himself, but he found out that that piece was perfectly compatible with the others.
And Changbin was queer too and that really helped Minho. Because all of a sudden he wasn't alone. He had a friend like him who could understand him completely. Changbin was very open about his sexuality. He didn't feel the need to come out with them, he just started talking about boys he was seeing, girls he was seeing, as if it was normal and Minho finally realized that was definitely normal.
"Why is your shirt wet?" Changbin asked.
"A kid poured a drink on me."
"A kid?" Changbin said raising his eyebrows. "On purpose?"
"Kinda."
"What?" Woojin said curious.
"It's nothing. He just didn't want certain attention from me, you know." Minho tried to make the others understand.
"You got rejected! Oh my God! This has never happened!" Changbin almost screamed, holding in a laugh.
"It's not that I got rejected!" Minho defended himself.
"And who's this boy? This is incredible." Changbin kept saying.
"I don't know."
"C'mon! Is he a freshman like me?"
"Not yet." Minho wished he had never told them that particular.
"Wait... He's not even in college? Man that's hilarious!"
Minho rolled his eyes.
He shouldn't have come to that party at all.