Designated Driver | Min&Kook
w/ @mpjungkook
During the rare times Minho would be retrospective, he never thought of himself as a reprobate. Flirty as hell and probably could stand to be a little serious, but he wouldn’t be Minho if he wasn’t.
And sticking him in a city with all sorts of attractive people? Well, it wasn’t going to take much for Minho to appreciate the beauty. He had been in the gala for a good hour already, making friends with anybody who so as much smiled at him. He was just getting a refill for a girl who mentioned she’d be interested to show him what godly blood she possessed when something--or someone caught his attention by the open bar.
A slow, but certainly friendly smile was already in place as he approached the quite young man, sipping his drink seriously. A drink, as far as Minho could tell, was not alcoholic in the extreme.
“Are you a designated driver or something?” He asked as he leaned against the counter waiting for his refill. The girl could wait, she wasn’t as interesting as the cute guy broodily sipping his drink. “Because there’s no way a cute guy like you came to this thing alone and without a drink...”












