twenty-four

"What took you so long?"  Minho grumbled, glaring at Jisung who had just newly entered the house.

"I'm sorry. I coincidentally met an old friend of mine and we talked for quite a long time." He explained and Minho laughed mirthlessly. "A friend? How interesting."

"Yeah, we haven't seen each other for about 3 years now."

"I don't care," Minho hissed. "Give me those alcohol bottles that you bought. I'll put them in the fridge."

Minho didn't completely understand what he was feeling at that moment. He was somewhat jealous, you could say. He simply disliked the fact that Jisung was close to someone else besides him.

But since he wasn't such an insensitive prick, he let it slide. He told himself that getting jealous over something like that would be very silly and childish.

"And by the way, I'll be cooking grilled pork belly for the both of us. So if you want to help, you're free to do so."

"Yeah, sure." Minho warmly smiled. "I'd be glad to help."

Hours passed by and it was now dim. Minho and Jisung were both sat across each other on the floor of the living room, a wide blanket underneath them.

They have both prepared everything that they needed for their drinking session - the grilled pork belly, and of course, the bottles of soju. The reason why they were doing this is simply because they made a dare wherein the first person to get drunk, has to do the dishes for an entire week.

"Jisung, are you ready to be a dishwasher for an entire week?" Minho grinned.

"Don't underestimate me. I can consume 8 bottles of soju and still not get drunk." Jisung snapped back, giving the demon a more evil looking grin.

"Alright then, we'll see about that."

They both filled their shot glasses and started drinking aggressively like they were on a competition. Minho was confident and knew that he wouldn't get drunk because alcohol doesn't have any effect on his body.

He watched in amusement as Jisung drank his soju like there was no more tomorrow, but not until...

"BLERGHHHHHHHH!"

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"Jisung, I never knew that you were a fucking lightweight." Minho complained, patting the human's back as he threw up continuously in the toilet.

"You said that you could consume 8 bottles of soju and not get drunk - but it literally took you only 4 shots to get drunk." He added.

"Wow, what is this delicious looking cake doing here in the bathroom?" Jisung slurred.

"That's just a bar of soap, what are you talking about-" Before he could even finish explaining, Jisung lightly pushed him to the side and went for the bar of soap, taking a small bite of it.

"What the hell? Spit that out!" He demanded, but only received a droopy thumbs up from Jisung in response. "We use that same fucking bar of soap on our private areas. That's disgusting."

"Oh, is that why it's so yummy?" He replied, giving the demon a lopsided smile.

"What the fuck are you saying? Spit that out, right now!" He yelled agitatedly, shaking the drunk human back and forth. "Jisung!"

To be continued...

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02/13/22

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