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Drunk Text

Not Requested

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Angst. Fluff

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Word Count: 1239

Song: drunk text
by Henry Moodie

"Hey", Minho called as they reached Jisung's doorstep.
"Yeah?" Jisung turned around to face Minho, his face expectant.
Minho noticed the reflection of the stars in Jisung's eyes as he turned to face him.
What if he doesn't feel the same??
Doubt. It always crept back in whenever Minho even dared to hope
"Forget it", Minho said, already turning away. "Have a good night"
With that, he walked away, leaving Jisung on his doorstep, confused.

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Minho had drunk too much.
I wish Jisung were here right now. He thought as he stumbled home.

His apartment smelled of laundry detergent and vanilla, the smell sharp in the nose. The clock read 1:43 AM. He fumbled for his phone and opened Jisung's contact. His fingers poised over the keyboard, typing a quick message. "I wish I was who you drunk-texted at midnight"

Minho hesitated, thumb hovering over the send button. What if he doesn't feel the same?? He sighed, set the phone down on the counter, and stumbled into bed.

The next morning, Minho opened his phone to the text from last night."I wish I was who you drunk-texted at midnight". The memories from the previous night came flooding back. His drunken conversation with Chan. Getting home. The text.
Minho couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness he felt. Why couldn't I just tell Jisung how I feel? Why can't I just be honest?

He sighed and deleted the text. He couldn't bring himself to tell Jisung. What if that ruined their friendship? Minho didn't want that. He'd rather keep these feelings a secret than ruin his friendship with Jisung.

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April the 7th
Minho was struggling. Jisung was sitting across from him, chatting about his new guitar, and all Minho could think about was how his cheeks puffed slightly when he talked. Jisung could have been talking about anything, but Minho wasn't listening. Aren't Jisung's eyes so captivating?

"Minho?"

Minho blinked, snapping back to reality.

"Did you hear what I said?" Jisung asked, his cheeks puffed up slightly. Gosh..those cheeks... "Minho!" Jisung repeated, getting slightly agitated. "Yes? Sorry, I got distracted." Minho replied sheepishly. "What is it?"

" I asked you what you thought of my new song"

"Ahh, right," Minho nodded. "Wait...which song was this?"

Jisung sighed. "My new one. Volcano."

"Ohhh, okay, sorry, I kinda zoned out there. I think it's a work of art. A masterpiece." Minho smiled, though he wasn't sure if he was talking about the song or the writer.

Jisung raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he said, a smile creeping onto his face. Minho couldn't help but stare. Gosh. Isn't his smile beautiful?

He must have zoned out again because Jisung clapped his hands in front of Minho's face, trying to get his attention. Minho blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. Then four times.

"Why four?"

"Huh?" Minho asked, confused.

"You blinked four times," Jisung states matter-of-factly, as if it were common knowledge or that counting your friend's blinks was normal. "That's one more than usual. You usually blink three times. It's only four when you're thinking about something."

Minho stared at Jisung. He didn't even blink. Jisung counted his blinks?? Minho felt like he could melt right there.

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Later that day, Minho was thinking about the earlier conversation with Jisung. He groaned, remembering the many times he had zoned out. He couldn't even think straight when he was with Jisung. Minho thought of the smile on Jisung's face when he said that Volcano was a work of art. I wanna wake up to that smile every day. I would do anything to make him smile like that every day.

Just tell him how you feel, whispered a small voice in his head.

No, what if I ruin everything?
What if he doesn't feel the same?
What if I lose him forever?

The thoughts kept gnawing at his heart as he went through the rest of the day. That was all he could think about. Jisung. Jisung's smile. His laugh. His songs. His jokes. His everything. It was getting to the point where Minho couldn't think about anything without thinking about Jisung.

When he was drinking coffee in the morning. Jisung likes his coffee way too sweet.
When he went to school. I wonder what classes Jisung has today.
The song that played on the radio. Jisung loves this song.
The professor was too annoying. Jisung would be laughing at this by now.

Minho felt like he was going crazy. Jisung was invading every part of his life without even being there. I need to get Jisung out of my head. What kind of friend has a crush on his best friend? Minho sighed and exited the classroom.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the campus was crowded with students moving to classes or on lunch break. "Minho!!!" screamed a loud voice. Minho turned to see Jisung running towards him, clutching a paper bag. "I got us lunch!!"

Jisung was smiling too brightly for someone who had just come out of class. His smile rivals the sun's brightness. Jisung screeched to a stop in front of Minho, holding out the paper bag. "I got your favourite," he grinned, pulling out a box of kimbap and tteokbokki. Minho accepted the box with a smile. "Thanks."

The boys sat down on the warm grass to eat. Minho opened the box and inhaled the spicy-sweet smell of the rice cakes and the savoury smell of the kimbap. "Mmmmm," Minho sighed. "I could eat this every day."

Jisung stuffed a kimbap into his mouth, hiding a smile. He always thought that Minho's love for kimbap and tteokbokki was unmatched. It was almost too cute.

Jisung reached over to Minho's lunchbox and stole a rice cake. The reaction was almost immediate. Minho's eyes shot up like a predator eyeing its prey. "Give that back," Minho said, his voice low, dangerous.

"No," Jisung smirked, popping the rice cake into his mouth.

"You just crossed the line," Minho said, a grin playing on his lips. Without warning, Minho lunged at Jisung, tackling him to the ground. "How dare you eat my tteokbokki?!" he laughed, pinning Jisung under him.

Jisung just lay there, stunned. He blinked. Once. Twice.

Minho noticed how close their faces were. His eyes widened as he backed away. "Sorry," he stammered, embarrassed.

Jisung sat up slowly. "N-no, it's f-fine." He replied, still shocked.

Damn it....now I've made everything awkward.

"Sorry," Minho said, getting up. " I, uh, gotta get to class." He picked up his half-eaten lunch and practically ran away, leaving Jisung alone on the grass.

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Damn it. Damn it. Damn it Minho. Why are you so stupid?? It was just a rice cake! Now you've just gone and ruined everything.

Minho couldn't get that moment out of his head. The way Jisung looked. His flustered face. His mouth slightly opened in shock. Minho groaned, collapsing onto his bed. Why couldn't he get Jisung out of his head??

He pulled out his phone, opening Jisung's contact. He remembered the drunk text from 2 nights ago. What would have happened if he had sent it? Would Jisung feel the same?

I wonder how he would reply?

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So... how was it? Thoughts? Comments?
I was thinking of a part two, but I'm not too sure at this point.
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2025.11.27