27. he loves me not

                                    

                                          
MINHO'S POV:
Someone pours a drink on Jisung and he hoots in excitement. The three of us look at each other having absolutely no clue about what was happening. 
"LIGHT ME ON FIRE!" He yells. Everyone cheers as a guy literally begins walking toward him with a lighter in his hands. Why were there so many buff muscular men here? How did they even understand what he said?
"Aaaalright that's enough no one's setting anyone on fire," I say, dragging Jisung to a seat and buttoning up his shirt for him since he seemed to be too much of a mess to do it himself. His tattoo was almost entirely exposed, and I was feeling kind of jealous that all these strangers got to see it now when I myself just saw it yesterday. 
He gasps. "Look, it's Jisung's favorite person!" He excitedly says, tapping Seonghwa on the shoulder. We look at him in confusion. Seungmin, though, seemed pretty unfazed by it. I was more focused on the fact that he called me on his favorite person because how could I not?
"He may or may not have a habit of talking in third person sometimes when he's really drunk," Seungmin says, scratching the back of his head. I keep forgetting that they've been friends for a much longer time than we have. 
"Ji, I was worried sick about you. Where's your phone? Where's Hongjoong?" I ask. 
"Oh no," Seonghwa says, and my eyes turn in his direction. A few metres ahead of me stood Hongjoong, waving around a lasso completely shirtless and pouring alcohol on everyone while yelling something in a foreign language. People here seemed to have a rather...wild idea of drunken fun. 
"Let's get them out of here," Seungmin says, walking towards him. Hongjoong yells a "hey mate!" before chucking a lit up bottle at him. Seungmin ducks right on time before it hits the wall and smashes into smithereens. I didn't know if I should be more bothered by the fact that there was fire or the fact that people were ignoring it like it was an everyday occurrence.   
"WHAT THE FUCK KIM HONJOONG???" Seungmin yells, eyes wide open from the sudden attack. Hongjoong simply laughs like a maniac before continuing with his thing. 
"I'll never be able to deal with him. This is your area of expertise, Seonghwa. I'll leave it up to you," he says, giving up and walking back to where we were. 
"We're heading back now, sweetheart," I say to Jisung, holding my hand out for him to hold. He reeked of alcohol. Well, I couldn't say anything much because I myself looked like someone attempted cold blooded murder on me since I didn't get the time to change into a new shirt. I guess I was just relieved that he and Hongjoong weren't up to anything weird. I mean, this was weird too but, you know. 
"Jisung doesn't wanna gooooo," he whines, tugging at my arms like a child. I scoff and look away, trying to hide my smile. It's not my fault he looked cute doing it, okay?
"What does Jisung want to do then?" I ask playfully. 
"Jisung wants to get railed," he says with the biggest, most innocent smile ever. 
"What?" Seungmin and I say in shock together. I did not know he's that bold when he's drunk. 
"I said I want to-" he switches back to first person momentarily before he gets cut off by Seungmin. 
"Yes, we heard you just fine the first time. Unfortunately, or fortunately, we need to go back to the hotel. Are you coming or not?" Seungmin says, fed up by his behaviour. Jisung sulks at his words. 
"But I want you to-" he starts whining and I cut him off yet again before he could complete his sentence. 
"We'll do whatever you want, okay? But first, we need to leave from here. Can you do that?" I say, making false promises. I figured that there was no point trying to be rational with him, especially in this state. I notice Seungmin giving me a judgemental stare from the side.