"You don't know how to dance at a party?" Minho asked amused.

The "get Jisung tipsy" trick didn't work after the third time. Now he was able to fight it tooth with nail.

"That's the only reason you don't wanna go? Because you can't dance??" Minho was full-on laughing now, curling into a ball in his bed. "Shut the fuck up, yes it is!" Jisung whined from the other side of the room. A pillow followed his words and missed Minho. He rubbed his face, trying to contain his laughter.

"Are you serious? Haven't you seen the people at the party? 5% of them can dance."

Jisung hid behind his blanket. "But..."

"But what?"

"I want to... attract... you know."

Minho stopped mid-whatever he was doing. "Nooooo," he moved backward, trying to still the laughing fit that was announcing itself. "You, the Han Jisung, you want to do the naughty naughty?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"I said nothing about sex!" Jisung screamed. It was so loud that the rest of the dorm had understood that clear and distinct. He had to wait for Minho to calm his laughter to explain himself. "I just... wanna dance and... make-out maybe, that's all."

"Jisung stop looking at me with that puppy eyes, you sound like a teenager in love," Minho stated breathlessly. He was hanging upside down from his bed.

"But it's the truth!" Jisung flung another pillow in his direction, missing yet again.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Minho copied his whining tone.

"I don't knowwww." Jisung threw himself, face first, on his bed.

"I don't knowww," Minho mocked him.

He wasn't too sure how he ended up in this situation. Clearly intoxicated, the window and door shut, teaching Jisung how to grind on his leg to the music he was playing from his speaker.

Even worse than his heartbeat going 180 per second (because of the alcohol of course) was that Jisung told him the next day, without a doubt that that was the second he realized he was bisexual.