"Let's just do it." He says while looking at me, not leaving me to even play a single round of this stupid game.
"Stop it already, I told you you have time." I shake him off, but he just kneels down behind my phone, and looks at me once again with those big eyes.
"But I want to try it now, and you're not even letting me do it with Minho hyung." Here he goes with Minho again. Damn it, I want to kill that idiot. Why is it so hard for Jisung to let go of this topic?? I don't even know how many days passed, and all he does is bring up the kiss topic. I thought, his memories were back, and he knows what a kiss means.
That day he acted so manly and grown up when in reality, he is really just a cute little kid. I don't even know how he made my heart flutter with this personality.
Ever since he suddenly said "Let's kiss", Minho hasn't stopped talking about it with him. A kiss feels this way, a kiss feels that way, bla bla bla, Why can't he shut his mouth for 5 minutes?? This got my temper to blow up more then once already, and it feels weird to be irritated because of something like this.
"Why would you kiss him for God's sake, he's.. he's... just no." I can't even find the words that would explain how much I don't want to see that.
"But he is experienced, and handsome, and he always teaches me about those kind of stuff so-" Teaches him stuff?? What the fuck are those two talking about when they are alone.
"AGH FINE, GO KISS HIM. YOU CAN EVEN TAKE HIM IN BED IF YOU WANT TO, WHY WOULD I CARE!!" I lose my temper once again. This is getting annoying even for me by now, but somehow Squirrely doesn't really look hurt whenever I yell like this. He even smiles or chuckles to himself sometimes, which somehow surprises me because I thought he will feel bad or something, cos I am yelling at him.
"MOVE!!" I say, as I push the phone in his hands, and get up from the couch. He just moves aside and takes the phone, once again smiling to himself. The fact that he smiles every time I'm frustrated it's just making me lose it even more.
I walk in the kitchen and see Minho behind the table writing some notes down. To my surprise he is actually studying, even thought we don't even know if he will get to take any exams. I walk to the sink and see the dirty dishes, since I need a reason for staying out of the living room I quickly grab the gloves that are next to the sink.
"You yell to much, I can't focus." Minho suddenly says making me turn on my heals and eye him. I don't know if he can't see it or just has a death wish, because I'm clearly sill irritated.
"This is all your fault." I say and throw the glove directly into his nose. As it falls on the ground, he just closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
"You did not just-" He cuts himself off as he wipes the little amount of foam from his cheek.
"If you just kept your mouth shut maybe, just maybe, a tiny maybe he would drop it by now." I say as I put the other glove on my hand. He then throws me back the glove I threw at him, and rests his chin into his palm.
"Ahh you really are an idiot but then again, I'm not surprised." He says making me raise my eyebrow, while my hand just slips the other glove on, over my other hand.
"And what is that supposed to mean Einstein??" He blinks a few times before collecting all the papers in front of him, and tossing them aside.
"Hannie knows what a kiss means." I just shake my head and give him an even more confused look. Not long after, he claps his hands and continues.
"Well let me translate that for your low knowledgeable brain. He is pissing you off on purpose." What?? Where is the sense in that dude. Why would he waste time on that?? I never imagined him as someone like that, or is that Minho is turning him into a psychopathic ruthless idiot. I should probably not let them spent so much time together.
"He is not an idiot, and I can't believe you actually believe that he doesn't know what a kiss means. He didn't grow up in a bunker you know, he still knows what it means to like someone or when two people kiss. Since he is mostly with you, he asks you all kind of different things and you always do some stupid shit together which he enjoys. But when he is with me he keeps asking about what you like, your hobbies, what kind of food you eat, what do you like to wear, what kind of movies you like, what kind of music you listen to, what do you do in your free time, what makes you happy or what makes you laugh." He holds his fingers up, showing me how many questions he has to answer.
"It's so annoying that I have to live with you, and talk about you, when I'm not forced o look at your ugly face." He puts his hands down leaving me with a surprised expression. I didn't know Squirrely is so interested in what I like or do. He has never asked me a single question about me, but turns out he has been digging information on me, while spending time with Minho. Is this why he spent so much time with Minho in the last few days??
"Nonsense. Why would he talk to you about me, if he has something to ask he can just ask me." I say back.
"Yeah, sure. Let me think. Why not show the person you have been pissing off on purpose for days, that you are actually interested in them. What a good tactic don't you think??" What tactic is he even talking about?? And I'm still not over the pissing you off on purpose part, like what the hell does he mean with that?? Is this why Squirrely smiles to himself every time I lose it??
"Can't you see his satisfied face every single time you yell on him over literally nothing. That's called teasing someone." My brain pauses for a moment, leaving me just like that in the middle of the kitchen. I don't know how to process this. I truly don't. I thought I'm not that dumb.. why didn't I notice anything before?? Minho titles his head on one side, and looks at me with a questionable expression on his face. I don't even know what to say, what am I even supposed to say right now. I don't know what it means, and I don't think I will find out anytime soon.
"What?? Don't tell me you actually thought he just wants to know how a kiss feels." He says and throws the glove back at me. "And I thought this bitch is smart." He mumbles to himself, making me snap out of my thoughts and get even angrier. I just take off the one glove, and then throw them both into the sink causing him to jump up a bit. I just feel so irritated right now because first of all, I didn't notice Jisung small innocent act. And second, because I still don't understand why it has an effect on me. My body turns toward Minho once again, but my eyes fall on the glass drawer next to him instead. I see all the bottles, filled with different alcohol drinks shine inside of it. Maybe it's time to wipe the dust off of them.
I walk closer to it, and notice a lock on the drawer. Weird. I don't remember seeing it before, maybe because I was just to distracted with the collection Minho's grandmas has.
"What are you doing??" He asks as his head follows me quietly.
"Do you know where is the key??" I ask looking down at the small lock.
"No. God knows where that is. She might have taken it into her grave with her, I wouldn't be surprised." Since we somehow have to open this... well we don't have to but I want to open it, I look around the room until I finally notice a knife lying on the counter. I take the knife and use the bottom part of it to break the glass door, letting the glass shutter into pieces on the floor. Minho just widens his eyes as he looks down at the mess I created.
"What the..." I look at him and notice the surprise on his face.
"We didn't have the key." I say and then slide my hand inside the drawer. I just pull the first bottle that reaches my fingers, and in the process knock down a few more pieces of glass.
"Balvenie 1974. I don't know if this is good or bad, but your grandma definitely knew how to collect drinks." I look back at Minho who slowly stands up, and walks toward me. His eyes scan the drawer until he sees something that catches his attention. He breaks the glass a little more before sliding his hand in and taking it.
"Don Julio 1942. Damn, she really did hide some treasure here. I don't know how this tastes neither, but it's one hell of a bottle for sure. By the way wh-" Minho gets cut off.
"Is everything all right?? I heard something break." Both of us turn out heads toward the door. Squirrely is standing there, peaking his head inside with both of his hands on the side of the door. I can't do this. How is he so adorable??
"Get out." I say trying to sound as angry as possible. "This is grown up night."
"I am an adult though." He says protesting, as he fully enters the room noticing the glass on the ground and then the bottles of alcohol in mine and Minho's hands.
"Not mentally. And you're still an addict." I say knowing it's a bit harsh to remind him off that. but I need to give him a clear reason why he won't try any of these drinks, before he even asks.
"You didn't have to remind me." He says slightly lowering his tone. Sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you. Damn it. I walk toward him and take his hand to lead him out of the room, before he gets any closer and possibly cuts his feet on the glass. "Don't walk around without your slippers, you could have cut your feet." I say as I sit him back on the couch. I look around the room and notice Seungmin is still not here.
"He said he'll take a nap upstairs." Says Squirrely.
"Oh ok. Wait here." I say and go back to the kitchen. I see Minho already placing a bunch of bottles on the table reading the title of each one carefully.
"Wanna try one." He says without taking his eyes off the bottles.
"Why do you think I broke that glass??" I say as I get closer to him. Let's choose something that is similar, I don't usually drink to much, but I know mixing alcoholic drinks can fuck up your entire organism.
"Let's just pick the first two we saw. I don't have enough of energy to read all of this." I say as I pick up the first two bottles we first picked up.
"Oh let's try this one too." Le- Legavulin?? 1995." He holds up the bottle and then takes three cups out of his grandmas collection. I hope the third one is for Seungmin and not Squirrely, cause I'm gonna shove it down his throat if he tries to make him drink.
"Let's have some fun." He says as a smirk spreads on his face. He walks into the living room with a small giggle and jumps on the couch.
"Try not to throw up." I say knowing this won't end well.
"I'm not sure I'm gonna be the one throwing up."
"Wanna bet??" This is definitely gonna be fun.
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