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Today was supposed to be a normal day for Jongin, but God obviously had other plans for him. After a solid good two months at his new high school everything seemed to be going well, great even, but of course, there was no way it could stay like that. Honestly, he was content to stay at his old private all-boys school that kept him nice and sheltered from all the shit that regular teens had to deal with but after an encounter with a very shady priest his parents ultimately decided to pull him out.
So it was goodbye catholic school, and hello shitty public school. Thankfully, he had friends from his church to rely on which made the transition more bearable. He was so happy when he walked into the school building on the first day and saw a couple of his friends from youth group there.
He knew very well that it was extremely lame to stick with the friends you already had instead of making new ones, but Jongin was completely out of his depth. He had spent his entire life in his small private school, which left him little to no knowledge of how other teenagers acted.
After spending a few weeks at the school he learned that teenagers were a reckless folk and it terrified him. It's like they had no ambition to actually live and grow up with the way they aimlessly threw around their lives. Other teenagers scared Jongin so he was perfectly happy to stay within his small friend group, but today would change everything.
***
“Did you know that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell?” a voice asked from behind, startling Jongin out of his thoughts. He spun around to face the perpetrator but relaxed when he saw it was just Kyungsoo. But then again who else would shout random comments and questions at him right as he was entering the school building.
“Hopefully, I mean we do have that bio test later. Did you study?” Jongin asked as he pulled out his bio and started absently studying while navigating the hallways.
“Nah. I didn't even know there was a test until I saw Jongdae furiously studying on the bus today. I've just decided to fail bio altogether.” Kyungsoo said as he laughed a very empty laugh as the very fake smile on his face slowly slid off and returned to his regular perpetual sad face.
“Yeah tell me how that goes.” Jongin giggled before returning to his notes.
“I'll see you in bio, I have to go to math before Mrs. Riverso actually sticks a ruler in my ass. Jongin slapped Kyungsoo on the shoulder for the horribly crude comment before the older runs off. He walks down the hallways at a brisk speed trying to balance studying and walking as he tries to get to English lit on time.
He is forcefully snapped out of his thoughts when he bumps into the person in front of him. The force from the push, makes him fall onto back onto the floor and scatter his backpack and binder.
“Sorry.” Jongin said as he hurries to pick up his binder and backpack.
“Next time watch where you are going, kid.” The guy who Jongin bumped into says. He looks up to see a man with pink hair looking at him over his shoulder, with his arm slung around another man with blonde hair.
Wow, rude.
He gets up, closing the binder as he enters the classroom and sits down in his regular seat in the middle of the classroom. Next to him, Baekhyun is lying head first on his desk looking almost dead.
“What's wrong?” Jongin asks as he cautiously pokes Baekhyun's back with the back of his pen.
“I stayed up all night trying to memorize my routine for the game today. It was a mess Jongin, a mess,” Baekhyun groans and emphasises the final mess. “you're coming to the game right?” He asks, finally looking up from his desk.
“Of course.” Jongin said before his attention is taken by the multiple people in the room gasping. He spins around to see the source of the sound and is also taken aback when he sees… him. A guy with blonde hair walks into the room wearing all black. But it's the tattoos that litter his body that catch Jongin's attention.
Do they even allow tattoos in school?
Well, apparently they did because no teacher made a move to stop him. He heard people in the room begin to whisper about the new addition to the classroom but Jongin understood why. This man stood out so much in his tight clothes, v-neck and collar.
The man made eye contact with Jongin, who completely froze when the dark eyes hit him. He saw the guy smirk before making a beeline for Jongin, who was motionless as the man sat down in the desk next to his.
“who is that?” Jongin whispered at Baekhyun who was also in awe.
“That's Oh Sehun.” He said, all while not taking his eyes off the man.
“How come I've never seen him?” Jongin whispered back.
“He skipped the first months of school.” Baekhyun answered before abruptly looking away when Sehun looked at him. From what he could gather so far, Sehun did not seem like a good guy to hang around. Considering all of Jongin's friends were from church, he was always sheltered and kept away from bad people like Sehun and he would like to keep it that way. He wasn't even going to talk to him.
“So you're new here?” Sehun asked but it sounded more like a comment, startling Jongin out of his thoughts. Well, there goes that idea. He watches as Sehun unwraps a lollipop and sticks it in his mouth. Jongin nods at what the man says, not taking his eyes off of Sehun's lips before trying to turn back to work.
“Sehun you can't sit there. It's Yeri's seat.”The teacher said from the front of the classroom. Thank god this means I don't have to sit next to him.
“You don't mind if I sit here right?” Sehun said, innocently turning his head to the side as he speaks around the lollipop in his mouth. The girl furiously shakes her head no before making her way to the back of the classroom.
How?
The teacher promptly begins class after the incident with Sehun. Jongin does his best to pay attention, he really does, but it's impossible to do so when Sehun would not stop looking at him. Throughout the entire lesson, Sehun did not take his eyes off of Jongin. By the end of the class, Jongin is extremely frustrated since he didn't learn anything thanks to Sehun. He begins to pack up when he notices Sehun getting up and leaving. Right when he's about to finally leave, he turns around making eye contact with Jongin.
“See you later baby boy.” Sehun winked before popping the lollipop out of his mouth and exiting.
“What the fuck.” Baekhyun asked, opening his mouth in awe as he turns to look at Jongin. “What the hell was that?”
“I have no idea.” Jongin replies not taking his eyes off the door as he stares at where Sehun just was.
“How the hell did you get Sehun to talk to you. He never talks to people like us.” Baekhyun said
“What do you mean people like us?” Jongin asks looking down at his clothes.
“You are literally wearing a sweater vest, I think that explains it.” Baekhyun exclaimed pointing at the monstrosity that Jongin was wearing. “Anyways, this is perfect!”
“How is this in anyway perfect.” Jongin retorted as he stuffs his book into his backpack.
“Sehun is friends with Chanyeol.”Baekhyun said while chewing on his pencil.
“And?” Jongin said grabbing his backpack and standing up.
“If you become friends with Sehun then I can and then I finally talk to Chanyeol.” Baekhyun squealed.
“It's been years, I think you can talk to him yourself.” Jongin chuckled while taking the pencil out of Baekhyun's mouth. “Besides, I don't even want to be his friend, let alone talk to him again.”
“You hardly even spoke to him! Just bring him to today's game pleeeeease! do it for me!” Baekhyun pleaded, grabbing the end of Jongin's sweater vest.
“I’ll see you in art, I have to stop at my locker first.” He sighed.
Jongin opts to roll his eyes and walk away, leaving the classroom. The hallways were almost empty since most people had already left to go to class and somehow managed to leave him behind. He waved bye to Baekhyun who went in the opposite direction to his art class.
He was walking to his art class when something caught his eye. He saw Sehun pressed against the lockers by the guy with the pink hair. The sight itself was sinful, their bodies were pressed against each other and their mouths were hot and sloppy. His mind was screaming for him to look away.
But for some reason he couldn't.
He was completely frozen in place, his eyes glued to their lips. His pencil rolled out of his hand and onto the floor creating a noise in the otherwise silent hallway. The two stopped and pulled away to look at Jongin. Sehun smiled and once again winked. Jongin could feel the blush rising up his neck as he bent over and grabbed his pencil before running away as fast as possible
***
The best news Jongin had gotten that day was the information that Sehun was in his class but had decided to skip. He really hoped they wouldn't have that many classes together, or else he would end up not learning anything. He sat down in his regular seat which was right next to both Kyungsoo and Baekhyun. It was great if he wasn't opposite Yixing.
Yixing was a nice person, it wasn't like he was rude or anything. He was just known for smoking weed and anyone who was associated with him also smoked. It didn't matter if you were the purest person ever, just being in his general vicinity for too long made you want to smoke.
However what was confusing Jongin was how he had never noticed the pink haired guy in his classes before yet all of a sudden he had seen him twice in one hour. How did everything manage to change in one day?
“What’s up with the guy with pink hair?” Jongin leaned over to Baekhyun who was drawing a terrible version of mona lisa.
“What do you mean?” Baekhyun asks, not taking his eyes off his “masterpiece”
“I've never seen him before.” Jongin responded.
“That's Luhan He probably was skipping with Sehun. Jongdae told me they are friends with benefits.” Baekhyun said, effectively ending the conversation since Jongin was way too embarrassed to talk about the endeavors of being in a friends with benefits relationship.
***
“Nyeol you piece of shit!” Sehun shouted, storming down the hallway, basically startling everyone in his general vicinity. Chanyeol rolled his eyes and turned around the face Sehun, his longtime annoying ass best friend.
“Sehun, for the thousandth fucking time, stop calling me that stupid nickname!” Chanyeol has been getting really fucking tired of Sehun’s bullshit. He's had to endure him for years (no like literally years, they've been friends since they were basically toddlers).
“Sorry Nyeol, no can do. It's grown on me now.” Sehun said while putting his arm around Chanyeol. Chanyeol grunted and shook Sehun’s arm off him.
“Aw come on Nyeol, you know you love me.” Sehun said while playfully punching Chanyeol’s arm.
“Aren't you supposed to be in art class?” Chanyeol snapped.
“Yeah so are you but I'm not asking.” Sehun scoffed.
“Yeah yeah, whatever. What do you want?” Chanyeol questioned.
Sehun sighed and his eyes started to wander off, almost like he's thinking of something… or someone.
“There's new meat in my class.” Sehun said, still staring off into space.
“Uh, yeah there are about 200 new students every year.” Chanyeol said matter-of-factly. Sehun groaned and threw his head back in annoyance.
“You don't get it Nyeol! This one… he's different.”
“Oh my fucking god Sehun, not again, Stop picking on the new kids.” Chanyeol groaned as he tried to walk away from Sehun’s bullshit.
“No, wait! Nyeol come on hear me out.” Chanyeol turned around and stared at Sehun in a “are you fucking kidding me” kind of way.
“This guy, I don't know Nyeol, he's just so fucking innocent and beautiful and I want him.” Chanyeol sighed and turned his body fully around.
“Well, I can't help you there my dude, sorry bye.” Chanyeol said as he picked up his pace to walk as far away from Sehun as possible.
Sehun whined (in a manly way, of course) and shouted back at Chanyeol “That's ballsy coming from the guy that has had a crush on the twink cheerleader for what, four years now?”
***
The locker rooms always smelled like sweat; it basically clung to the stench of all the tired football players and cheerleaders over the years of use. Baekhyun wasn’t quite used to the smell since he joined the cheer team only recently, but he’ll learn to adapt. Even if he was considered a “new” member of the cheer squad, the girls welcomed him with open arms, and they were basically his closest friends.
“Ugh, Baekkie, can you help me zip my uniform.” Wendy asked Baekhyun while moving towards him. Baekhyun finished tying his laces and got up from his crouching position to help the flyer of the cheer squad with her uniform.
“Thanks Babe!” Wendy said and smiled at him. She stayed staring at him, though, and it was starting to creep Baekhyun out… just a little.
“Um, Wendy, why are you staring at me?” Baekhyun said while waving his hand in her face. Wendy grabbed Baekhyun’s wrist and moved it out of her face. Wendy narrowed her eyes like she was inspecting some deep dark corner of Baekhyun’s mind.
“Guys! Wendy’s being weird!” Baekhyun called out to the rest of the cheerleaders in the locker room. The rest of the girls walked over to Baekhyun and Wendy.
“Wendy, what the fuck are you doing?” Joy asked while putting her hands on her hips.
“I can sense your gay thoughts Baekhyun.” Wendy said bluntly (it was her charm after all).
“You’re thinking about Chanyeol, aren’t you?” Baekhyun’s eyes widened and Wendy dropped her hold on Baekhyun’s wrist and smirked.
“How did you know?” Irene and Joy groaned in unison at the question, both looking completely done with their poor oblivious Baekhyun.
“Baekhyun, it’s literally so obvious. Why don’t you just fuck him already?” Joy stated. Baekhyun was taken aback and he opened his move to respond, but nothing came out.
“Oh Baekkie,” Irene put her hand on his shoulder, “it’s just sad now watching you silently pining over Chanyeol.” The other cheerleaders nodded their heads in agreement.
“You’ve literally had a crush on him for what, four years? Come on Baekkie, you gotta do something.” Yeri said reassuringly. Baekhyun sighed and looked down.
“I know, it’s just I’m scared that he’ll reject me and he’ll hate me forever.” Yeri was probably about to say something nice and soft-spoken to make Baekhyun feel better, but Joy stepped in before she could.
“Oh my fucking god, honey, do you not have eyes? I’ve seen that mother fucker make heart eyes at you since you joined the cheer squad. He clearly wants your ass, so you gotta make a move because I’m tired of seeing Chanyeol stare at your ass at every single damn practice.” Joy finished her rant and took a deep breath. Baekhyun blinked and let the words he just heard be processed.
Chanyeol has been staring at me? Chanyeol noticed me?! He knows I exist?! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my-
“Baekkie!” All of the girls shouted at once, breaking Baekhyun from his twink trance. Baekhyun slowly lifted his head to meet five pairs of eyes staring into his soul.
“You were thinking about Chanyeol again weren’t you?” Wendy asked, catching Baekhyun red-handed. Baekhyun slowly nodded in shame. He really was in too deep.
“Listen, this is what you’re gonna do...” Joy started, a devilish grin tugging at her lips.
***
Chanyeol had gotten used to the smell of sweat and the loud “whoops” and cheers of victory coming from his fellow team members. Chanyeol has been on the football team since he was a freshman, and he was welcomed immediately. He became captain of the team shortly after in his sophomore year, being one of the youngest to ever become captain.
His teammates didn’t make a fuss though since everyone loved him they were okay with him leading the team. Chanyeol became incredibly grateful that he decided to join the football team because a certain boy by the name of Baekhyun joined the cheer squad, therefore having Chanyeol more time to stare appreciate Baekhyun’s beauty.
“Chanyeol!” Chanyeol jolted upwards and turned around to meet Jaebum’s stare.
“What do you want Jae?” Chanyeol responded.
“Are you gonna grow some balls and actually talk to that cheerleader you’ve been staring at since forever?” Jaebum asked while fixing his gloves. Chanyeol’s eyes widened and thoughts raced through his head.
Jaebum knows? How many fucking people know? Goddammit, what if Baekhyun has caught on? What do I do? What do I-
“Chanyeol!” Another voice chimed in with Jaebum’s, interrupting Chanyeol’s train of thought.
“What?” Chanyeol’s eyes met with basically all of the football team.
“You really need to do something about your obsession with that kid. It’s getting unhealthy.” The football team’s wide receiver Vernon said. Chanyeol grunted rather loudly and threw his head back in frustration.
“How many fucking people know about me liking Baekhyun?” He looked around the locker room and everyone said a chorus of “I do’s” and “everyone’s”. Chanyeol put his face in his hands and let out a frustrated breath.
“Dude, it’s literally so obvious, I’m surprised Baekhyun hasn’t come up to you and asked you out already.” The entire football team agreed with the left tackler Jungkook’s statement.
“What if he doesn’t like me back?” Chanyeol asked softly. His team groaned and huffed at Chanyeol’s stupidity.
“Dude, he literally has been pining after you for as long as you have.” Jaebum said to Chanyeol, and like in an early 2000’s hip hop music video, the football team is backing him up.
“He has?” Chanyeol was thoroughly confused now. His whole reality has been shattered. All this time he thought a precious, beautiful, innocent boy like Baekhyun would never like a “bad boy” like Chanyeol.
“Oh my god Chanyeol, you really are oblivious.” Jaebum said, rolling his eyes. The whole team then circled around Chanyeol with very questioning looks on their faces.
“You’re going to ask Baekhyun out.” Jaebum commanded Chanyeol with his team nodding in agreement. Chanyeol looked down at his feet, his bad boy guard slowly falling. He always became weak for Baekhyun.
“I don’t know, I want to but… I guess I’m too scared.” Chanyeol cringed at himself for being such a pussy, but he couldn’t help it. He actually really liked Baekhyun, not for just a quick fuck. He wanted to date Baekhyun, he wanted to go on cheesy dates and hold hands while walking in the halls, but he was too scared that Baekhyun wouldn’t want him as much as he wanted Baekhyun.
“Aww Nyeollie, don’t be so discouraged. Trust me, Baekhyun likes you like A LOT.” Hansol said reassuringly.
“I fucking swear if Sehun told you to call me that I will kill him.”
“Ok Chanyeol, we’re gonna make sure you get a piece of that ass.” Jaebum said and the whole football team releases a chorus of “whoops”. Chanyeol could swear he heard someone scream “Get some you fantastic whore!” Chanyeol was so ready for this game.
***
After Jongin finally convinced Minseok and Kyungsoo to join him at the game, the three of them begrudgingly made their way to the bleachers. Minseok was forced to come along since Jongin was walking home with him. Somewhere along the way, Jongin noticed that Sehun was following them. He was hoping it was since the game was so huge, and his friend was on the football team, but he began to lose hope as Sehun sat next to Jongin.
“What are you doing?” Jongin spun around and asked Sehun.
“I’m watching the game just like everyone else here.” Sehun said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, which unsettled Jongin.
“How the fuck did you make me come here.” Kyungsoo said as used his hands as shade for his face. “My beautiful pale skin is going to burn.”
“Well, Baekhyun made me go, and I did not want to go alone and be surrounded by jocks and cheerleaders. It's just what friends do.” Jongin said as tried his best to ignore Sehun who was pressing into his side as he spoke.
“Oh hey, Sehun! Guess you and Luhan finally decided to stop fucking 24/7 and actually go to school.” A voice caught Jongin’s attention as it neared. He looked up to see Kris walking towards Sehun, with Tao in tow as per usual.
Jongin didn't have many classes with the two, but he was kept up to date through Jongdae who knew all the new drama. Kris and tao agreed to an open relationship since no one can manage to tie down Tao. Jongin didn't understand why Tao was so finicky when he had Kris who was obviously the hottest guy in school.
A vendor walked through the bleachers offering sodas and candy, which really showed how big of a game it was. Jongin called the man over and bought a soda and Kyungsoo bought Skittles. The three made small talk as Sehun rested his head on his hand and watched Jongin. Jongin tore his attention away from his friends and onto Baekhyun as the older ran onto the field, surrounded by his fellow cheerleaders.
“Give me a S! Give me a U! Give me a P! Give me an E! Give me an R! Give me a C! Give me an A! Gi-” Baekhyun began doing the intensive cheer routine.
“What is he even spelling?” Sehun piped up from his seat.
“Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. We might be here for a while.” Jongin said as he sipped on his drink, making Sehun's eyes stare down at his lips. He did his best to finish the drinks fast as possible since he wanted to minimize Sehun staring at him.
“I’m going to go throw this out.” Jongin said, holding up his drink as he got up.
He walked down the bleachers to the trashcan to throw away his drink when he noticed a presence following him. However, It didn’t bother him considering they were at a big football match until he noticed the disgusting smell of smoke behind him. He spun around to see the face of the person who was smoking on campus to see that it was Sehun.
“That smells horrible.” Jongin said, pulling his hand to his nose to block the smell.”What is it?”
“Weed, you want some?” Sehun said, taking the blunt and putting it towards Jongin's lips. He grimaced a took a few steps back as Sehun began to steadily walk towards him.
“No wonder you're friends with Yixing.” Jongin scoffed, which drew a chuckled form Sehun.
“I’ll tell the teachers on you. You could go to prison.” Jongin said, trying to act much more confident than he actually was, as he backed away from Sehun.
“Dead men tell no tales.” Sehun said, as he flicked his blunt away and pinned Jongin against the side of the bleacher.
Now this action left Jongin in a bit of a predicament. He had been questioning his sexuality for a while, but then again, who wouldn't with a guy like Kris going to his school. His church was very accepting of gay people, but his parents were not. He was raised to be the typical church boy who had amazing grades and had a wife and kids, and he did not want to disappoint his parents who did so much for him. But in this current moment, his mind was screaming at him to kiss Sehun.
However, there were things holding him back. From the information that he had gathered so far, Sehun wasn't a good person. He had tattoos, he wore all black and chokers, and to top it all off he smoked weed. He also couldn't forget about the guy he had caught Sehun locking lips with earlier.
Nonetheless, all sane thoughts left him as Sehun leaned in even closer. He could smell his breath, which wasn't great from the weed he had smoked, but there was something enticing about it. He could feel Sehun's breath softly blowing against his cheeks, as he leaned in. Jongin could feel his cheeks getting hot as his heart rate picked up. His breath hitch as Sehun moved to his ear.
“Is something wrong, baby boy?” Sehun whispered in his ear, before slightly biting his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine. It was weird how he didn’t find the bite to be painful if anything it was almost, arousing and caused him to let out a breathy moan. Now usually Jongin was much saner, but it was hard to be when there was a gorgeous man nibbling on his earlobe. The feeling of Sehun's teeth disapeered only to be replaced by the feeling of lips against his neck.
The moment was over almost as soon as it started. Sehun pulled away, much too soon for Jongin’s liking but he would never admit that. He smirked as he took in Jongin’s wrecked appearance. He backed away and walked away.
Fuck
Jongin did his best to reign in his racing thoughts, as his mind screamed for Sehun again. What was wrong with him all of a sudden? He never had thoughts like this before and it was all so new to him. Maybe it was because he missed so much in his sheltered little private school, and maybe all the stuff he missed was finally crashing down on him.
He slapped himself on the cheek in an attempt to snap himself out his thoughts. He ran back up the bleachers and grabbed MInseok, dragging him back down.
“We need to go home.”Jongin said, quite panicked at the thought of having to interact with Sehun again.
“You made me come all the way over here and now you're making me leave before it's over?” Minseok whined.
“We need to leave now. ” Jongin said using his best stern voice to make Minseok listen to him.
“Fine.” He said stopping his foot and pulling a pouty face.
“Thank youuu.” Jongin said, dragging out the last syllable.
“I’ll go get our stuff.” Minseok said leaving to get their stuff. While he's gone he texts Baekhyun saying that something came up and that he had to leave early, but he did get to see his routine. But before he can finish his phone is pulled from his hand. “Hey-” He starts to protest before he sees who took his phone. Sehun takes a second to read the text he was about to baekhyun before looking up and making eye contact.
“Aw, leaving so soon? The game isn't even over yet.” Sehun smirks.
“Minseok and I have to leave now.” Jongin responded, grabbing at his phone, but it was quickly swept away before he can even touch the phone. Sehun pressed a few buttons on the phone before finally handing it back.
“I gave you my number, so call me whenever you feel like it, baby boy.” Sehun said, walking away before Jongin can complain about the nickname.
“What was that all about?” Minseok asked, as he handed Jongin his backpack.
“I don't want to talk about it.” Jongin said as he slung his backpack onto his back and began walking home with Minseok. Walking home with Minseok was always nice. MInseok isn't a very loud person like the rest of Jongin’s friends at school. They fill the silence with small talk, although they are both content to just walk in silence
***
Luhan was beyond sane at this point. He really shouldn’t have smoked so much of Yixing’s shit. He was incredibly tired, incredibly high, and for some reason, he was craving mangoes. Luhan basically has had enough with Yixing’s and he really wanted to go home, but the thing is Yixing drove him there and right now he was laying on the grass mumbling incoherent sentences, but Luhan could pick up something about lamps and picture frames?
I need more friends. Luhan thought to himself as he got up from the passenger seat of Yixing’s car, getting out of the car to break Yixing’s weed trance and make him drive Luhan home so he can get out of his tight jeans and sleep.
“Yixingggg.” Luhan said, drawing out the last syllable of his name.
“Whaaaat, I’m busy talking to that dolphin with a jet pack, he has some beef with Morgan Freeman who has a tattoo of my mom’s face on his arm.” Luhan put his face in his hands and let out a frustrated scream.
“Please don’t tell me you’re too fucked over to drive. I want to go home!” Luhan whined and shaked Yixing, trying desperately to get him up.
“Noooo, I can’t. I don't wanna get arrested again. I got some shit in the trunk and I can’t see shit maannn. I’ll probably kill you heh.” Yixing then started to laugh , as if Luhan dying because of Yixing was the funniest thing ever. Luhan was basically on the verge of collapsing, all he wanted to do was go home, but no.
Yixing had to pull out his weed and get them both high and unable to drive. Luhan looked back at Yixing and his smiling face that looked way more sinister than it should have been, then looked back at the car, then back to Yixing, and finally back to the car. Luhan groaned again and pulled out his phone.
“You leave me no choice, Yixing. Fucker.” Luhan turned on his phone and went to the messages app and clicked on the name that read “Playboi” and started typing.
Fucking Sehun I swear to god.
Flute Boy (Luhan) : Bith I need u to come pick me n yicing up n take us home
Playboi: um why? And why the fuck is your spelling so weird
Flute Boy: yuxins weed man we got to fcuked up n i wanna go home but iyxing is tpp fucked
Playboi: oh my god i swear
Flute Boy: plleasassseee
Playboi: Fucking
Playboi: Fine
Flute Boy: thANK U UR TH BEST
Flute Boy: WER ONE RGAR ONE SIDE OF THE PAKTING LOT W THE GRASS
Playboi: um there’s a lot of areas with grass
Flute Boy: but this gass has yicing layihng down n dying lol
Playboi: i swear im never doing anything for you ever again
***
After walking for about 20 minutes, Minseok and Jongin were getting closer to their house. Everything was peaceful was a while until they saw a black pickup truck loudly making its way down the road. He could hear the screaming from the sidewalk.
“There is no fucking cardboard box with a mustache telling you to drink your own piss!” the voice from inside the car shouted to the back seat before halting to a stop. Jongin froze in place when he saw the driver.
“Jongin?” Sehun said, also surprised to see the older.
“Who’s the geeky twink you are talking to?” A person who Jongin noticed to be Yixing asked from the back seat.
“Sorry, he is very fucked up right now.” Sehun apologized as he leaned his forearm against the car window. “Anyways do you two want to get in?”
Jongin looked at Minseok and back at Sehun… and his high friends. Jongin decided against the idea, he really wouldn’t want to drive with Sehun, and looking at the circumstances he thought that maybe it was better to just keep walking with Minseok.
“Um, we’re fine, thanks, we were actual-”
“Sehun why the fucking shit have we stopped? I want to go home you dick hole keep driving!” A voice coming from the passenger seat shouted. Minseok and Jongin craned their necks to try to see who was screaming from the passenger seat which was reclined all the way down. They didn’t need to move much because all of a sudden someone sprang up from their lying down position.
“Sehun for the second goddamn time why-” The guy stopped mid sentence as he made eye contact with Minseok. At that moment, Minseok was thoroughly shaken. The man was incredibly handsome, but he could tell that he was clearly on some weird drug. What was weirder was that Minseok’s heart basically doubled its speed all because some weird druggie that was annoyingly gorgeous was making eye contact with him.
“Holy fuck you’re really hot.” The guy said all of a sudden, catching Minseok completely off guard.
At that moment, Luhan knew, he was fucked.