Lee Minho⁵

Jisung had drunk too much, he'd had one too many without realizing it. His friends suggested going out to take his mind off his recent breakup, and without much thought, he agreed; alcohol was the best distraction at that moment. At the party, his friends couldn't get him to leave the bar, so they left him to enjoy himself on his own. Lee Minho, a guy who had been dragged along just like Jisung, watched him from the VIP area, admiring the way the younger boy downed drink after drink. Minho approached Jisung, inviting him to dance. Jisung readily accepted, noticing Minho's attractiveness. Meeting someone was the perfect way to get over a broken heart, or at least that's what his brain told him the instant the dark-haired boy's hands landed on his waist.
The sun soon appeared, filtering through Jisung's bedroom windows. The phone rang incessantly, forcing him to get up to answer it. "Who's speaking...?" he murmured, his voice hoarse from lack of sleep and the burning sensation the alcohol left in his throat. A deep voice answered from the other end, sending a shiver through Jisung that finally woke him. "Good morning, handsome. Don't you remember me?"