#minhyeok

While you hated the fact that no one wanted to come with you, besides Ppyong, to get Minhyeok after he was invited here, you were happy nonetheless that you get to see a friend that you haven't been with in a while.

He won't be here long, so you figured with the money you've been saving up since you get here in Hell, you'd spend it all in this bar that actually has some stellar food options to choose from. And is connected to a very nice hotel as well.

And, as is expecting in most parties, most of you are drinking a little more than you can handle.

"But," Minhyeok cleared his throat then licked his lips, "are you, mm, are really drinking it?"

You stopped and placed your drink on the table. You leaned back, letting your elbows rest behind you. "Drinking what?"

Minhyeok's ears were flushed, but then the red traveled all the way down his face. He let his forehead smack on the bar table as you gave him your full attention.

"You know… it. My, uh, my white stuff." His glass was taken from him by the bartender. He whined but it was replaced with a new drink you don't know the name of. But you trusted this bartender, weirdly enough. Has a sixth sense for when one has taken too much. So, he probably gave Minhyeok juice or something. Either way, Minhyeok murmured, "Thanks" and chugged it down.

Anyways, white stuff. Ugh. It's gross when it puts it like that.

"Just say semen. What are you, fourteen?" You looked away and let yourself relax a bit. The bar was a bit warmer than you like but it was filled to the brim with happy and drunk devils. A large portion was section away from you, surrounding Ra-on as he drank shot after shot while the others cheered. A smaller portion was just, sitting away at the table closer to your little two person group, whispering and glancing at you both.

They clearly want to talk to Minhyeok, the friendly guy, but were too scared to interrupt you. Good. At least that means they're starting to learn manners. You hate it when anything or anyone butted into your business without permission.

"Sorry," Minhyeok straightened himself up, grabbing his drink with both his hands, "But…do you?"

"Yup," And you gave a blunt answer because there wasn't a point in hiding it.

"All of it?" of course, Minhyeok's eyes would bug out.

You cringed, remembering how you can never get used to the texture of it all. "One bottle each. All the way to the bottom."

Well, Ra-on drinks it all the way to the bottom, the guzzler he is. You prefer to portion them out throughout the day so you don't accidentally make yourself sick. But either way, you both finish the bottle eventually.

"'m sorry…" Minhyeok slurred out, like it was anyway his fault. He tried to drown out the shame by chugging his drink, but it clearly did nothing but nearly drown his lungs.

"Whoa." You pat his back just as he started coughing. "Hey, careful there. But, it's not like we had a choice. Would you rather we take jizz from a stranger?"

"No!" That made you and Minhyeok jump up. "…sorry."

"It's fine. But, those were the choices and we chose," you shrugged, took a sip, then something caught your eyes, "Hmm. Here we go."

"Wha-" Minhyeok followed your gaze then sucked in his breath. "Huh?"

The group with Ra-on has left him be, split off into two teams of sorts that were busy striping one another. Seems the drinks have gotten to everyone's heads. Ra-on was passed out on the table, sleepy drunk he always was, while everyone else has become a horny drunk.

And Ppyong, the good little devil, is standing guard right on Ra-on head. He puffed his belly out when you glanced at him. He's doing his job right. You'll make him a snack later.

One devil with red curling horns and black hair bit into another devil's neck. He was shoved aside for another to come in and lick up the saliva left behind. The one with the bite marks had enough and ripped off his shirt, guiding wandering hands up his chest.

"A-are they…" Minhyeok trailed off as he pointed.

"Yeah, an orgy," once again, straight to the point. "Well, it's more violent than the ones I've seen, the devils love to fight while they fuck."

"I-I… should we leave?" You can see the flush on poor Minhyeok's face getting darker. Looks like he'll pass out honestly.

You shrugged. "Hmm, they won't care. This happens a lot. You get used to it after a while. That and I haven't finished my drink yet, so if you want to leave, be my guest. Just take Ra-on with you, okay?"

"But, isn't it rude to just, watch?" Minhyeok leaned over, whispering into your ear like if the devils hear him, they'll disembowel him alive. Speaking of which, a devil's fingers just sink into someone's soft belly. Not enough to carve them open, but enough to bleed and make the others moan. "What-!"

"Don't worry," the group broke up into smaller groups, one of them clearly making their way towards you two, "This is normal. You could leave them with their ribcage and a head and they'll be fine."

Two devils pushed another right between the space between you and Minhyeok. All clothes were gone, a simple mess of moans, alcohol and blood. Minhyeok couldn't look away. You, however, didn't care much for it beyond keeping your shoes clean. You're just enjoying your drink.

The devil being devoured looked up to Minhyeok and shivered. You could hear him gulp.

Before Minhyeok could give into his desires in his too drunken haze, you turned over your cup and poured the rest of your drink right onto all the devil's head. Ice traveled down one's back, but either way, they all shivered then shoved themselves closer together.

"I'm not done talking to Minhyeok yet," they all turned to you, clearly enjoying the fact your gaze was apathetic to their display, "maybe another time. Take that elsewhere."

And like dogs, they crawled away, like they were hoping you'd change your mind. You didn't.

Your drink got replaced quickly just as you set some napkins down to soak up the mess you made.

Minhyeok finally regained his tongue. "So…that's normal."

"Very," You nodded.

"…does, does Ra-on-?"

"Yes," because you've never been anyone that shies away from the truth. Because you've never been one to protect Minhyeok's fantasies. Like Ra-on would keep himself a virgin just for him. Ra-on doesn't love him and you're not going to pretend otherwise. Minhyeok needs to get over him instead of doing this pathetic pick me dance he's been doing for over ten years.

It's not going to change, and what Minhyeok's doing is holding onto this pathetic version of Ra-on, letting him be this parasite of a person because Minhyeok's too soft-hearted to cut him off. Whatever progress you've made for Ra-on was always reversed with Minhyeok around, because Ra-on would rather pick the easier path than anything else.

Ugh, and what are you doing, meddling in the lives of people that you should clearly cut away from? Well, you don't know. You suppose, if you are going to cut them off eventually, you want to at least leave some stubborn tools for them to have to fix themselves up.

Selfish, this was all purely selfish on your part, to absolve yourself of guilt of leaving a mess behind. But so be it.

Minhyeok was silent. He bit into his bottom lip, his eyes watering, and all you could do was slid your drink towards Minhyeok.

He sniffed, forcing the tears back, "A-and, what about you?"

You blinked, "Do you know me?"

That got a laugh out of him. A sad laugh, but it was something. "So, just watching."

"Yup. Watching, orchestrating, tying, the usual stuff."

"Hehe, that's cool. You're cool," Minhyeok nudged your drink back to you, "You're like an mastermind."

"And you're like a drunk," you sipped.