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The next night, everyone helped setting up for their small little party they had planned. Laughter  was heard all over they house as the boys were playing around with the decorations. Putting the streamers into each other's hair, playing around with the kazoos they bought, they were pretty much having the time of their lives.

And if you were wondering about the gifts they bought for each other, well. they had decided those gifts were their 'see you soon' gifts. They didn't want to say 'goodbye' gifts because it seemed too depressing, and they wanted to leave on a good note.

Back to the decorating though, Chenle had somehow got his kazoo stuck on his finger.

"Um, guys...help?" Chenle brought up his right hand, perfectly displaying the musical instrument stuck on his index finger.

"Chenle, how in the hell did you get a kazoo stuck on your finger?" Donghyuck asked, looking at Chenle with a 'what-the-actual-fuck' face.

"I don't know!" Chenle exclaimed, shaking his hand violently, trying to get the kazoo off of him.

"Maybe the kazoo is taking its revenge on you since you played that ear rape last time." Jisung suggested, earning a glare from the elder.

Mark, Jeno, Renjun, and Jaemin were busy setting up drinks and snacks in the kitchen, so they weren't even aware of Chenle's crisis. That left Jisung and Donghyuck to deal with him.

"For your information, that was a beautiful rendition. So shut your face Park." Chenle snapped back, still trying to get the kazoo off of his finger.

Donghyuck rolled his eyes,"Ugh, teenagers."

"Says the sevenTEEN year old." Jisung retorted, emphasizing the 'teen'.

"Can you guys stop arguing and start helping me get this kazoo off my finger? Please?"

"Do you guys hear that? I think it's my mans calling for me, gotta blast!" And with that, Donghyuck ran away in the direction of the kitchen, leaving Jisung to help the chinese boy.

Jisung just sighed and shook his head," You're lucky that I love you so damn much." He muttered, walking towards the boy.

What Jisung said wasn't meant to be heard but Chenle heard it very clearly. He decided not to say anything but his ears started to redden.

Jisung took Chenle by the hand and led him to the couch, sitting him down.

"Stay here, I'll get the vaseline." The younger said, he left Chenle to replay what he had said over and over again in his head.

He was so infatuated in his thoughts he didn't even notice Jisung coming back with the container of vaseline and a q-tip. The younger went ahead and sat down next to the boy, then switching his position on the couch to face him.

Jisung stuck the q-tip into the vaseline container and took out a decent amount, then he set the container down onto the coffee table.

"Lele-hyung, your hand please." Since he didn't see Chenle comply, he finally noticed Chenle totally out of it.

So, he started waving one of his hands in front of the elder's face, successfully gaining his attention.

"Huh? Wha-?"

"Lele, your hand please?"

"O-Oh yeah." Chenle placed his hand on Jisung's outstretched hand, then just watched as the younger applied some vaseline on his index finger.

After a bit of pulling, the kazoo was finally off of Chenle's finger. The elder sighed in relief and thanked Jisung way too many times.

"You're welcome Lele-hyung."

Chenle was about to stand up but Jisung pulled him back down. The elder shot him a confused look.

"I'm not done just yet." Jisung looked his ring finger and put some vaseline on it, then with his other hand, held Chenle's chin to tilt his face upwards.

"What are you--"

"Shush, let me apply some vaseline onto your chapped lips." Chenle's lips weren't actually chapped, Jisung just wanted an excuse to touch the elder's lips.

And so, Chenle shut his mouth and let Jisung apply the vaseline. The younger glided his ring finger across his bottom lip first then his top lip.

"Now pucker up." Jisung commanded, and Chenle obliged, not expecting a kiss from the younger.

Yes, Jisung has kissed him countless of times but every time, he still manages to make Chenle's heart race and face heat up.

Once Jisung pulled away, Chenle's face was a shade of pink. The younger chuckled then squished his cheeks," You're too cute."

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The party started with a good ol' game of cards of humanity. They bought the set of cards where you could make your own cards. And so each of the boys got a good amount of cards and started to write out there sentences or questions.

They all moved the coffee table out of the way leaving the center of the living room empty. Creating a circle, they all sat down crisscrossed. Mark went ahead and shuffled the black and white cards separately. Setting both piles on the ground, everyone took out five white cards.

Since Mark was the oldest, they let him be the judge for the first round. He took one black card from the top of the stack and started to read it out loud.

"What does Donghyuck scream out during sex?" As soon as the male read the question out loud, he instantly regret letting the boys create the cards.

The red head's face turned as red as his hair, before quickly setting down a card.

"Aw, I don't have any good cards." Jeno whined, just putting down a random card.

Renjun quietly chuckled, "I'm so gonna win this round."

After all of them set down their cards. Mark mixed them up again and started to read them off one by one.

"Fucker Doodles." Mark read out loud and sighed right after.

Jaemin bursted out laughing, along with the other's except for Donghyuck. Who looked extremely offended.

"Who the fuck put that there I AM--"

"Ok ok! Next one!" Mark set the card down and he literally faced palmed when he read what was on the card," What In Tarnations?!"

"WHO IS MAKING UP THESE CARDS I SWEAR TO GOD--"

The other's just laughed their asses off at Donghyuck's reddened face.

"Shush everyone, let me get through these damn cards already." Mark said then started reading off the rest of the cards.

"Where's My Hair?"

"Oh Daddy!"

"Haw Yee Mother Truckers."

"Last but not least, uh...Tide Pods? What the fuck?" The eldest just gave the boys a look.

"Oh! That's mine! I told you I didn't have any good cards." Jeno exclaimed, raising his hand.

Mark just shook his head, "I'll just have to go with, 'Haw Yee Mother Truckers' since it's decently funny."

Jisung pumped one of his fists into the air, "YES!"

Mark handed the black card over to Jisung as everyone else except for Mark grabbed another white card, discarding their used ones in a different pile.

The youngest then picked up a black cards and started reading it out loud," Why is Renjun-hyung hurting?"

Everyone silently put down a card then Jisung mixed them up. Picking up the first one he read out loud, " Renjun-hyung is hurting because...Moomin Died. Oh wow, um, that took a dark turn."

"To whoever created that card, I will personally castrate your stupid ass." Renjun commented, having on a devilish smile.

"Ok, moving on before Renjun-hyung kills someone. Renjun-hyung is hurting because of This Dick." Jisung paused for a moment then said," Very mainstream."

"Someone Dropped His Croissant."

"Nonexistent Shoulders."

"I'M ABOUT TO THROW SOME HANDS--" Jaemin quickly pulled Renjun back by his waist, trapping the elder between his legs.

"Calm down Hyung." Renjun just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"You can continue Jisung."

"Bubbles-, Jeno-hyung, is this card yours?"

"Yup. I told y'all my cards suck."

"Continuing on, Renjun-hyung is hurting because of a Mitochondria Malfunction." Jisung finished, putting down the last card.

Like Mark, Jisung shook his head in disappointment. Letting out a sigh, he just accepted the fact that this is just their nature, at least they aren't some crazed stalker.

"I liked 'Someone Dropped His Croissant'. Who's is that?"

"Mine." Renjun raised his hand but couldn't move to get the card since he was still trapped in between Jaemin's legs. Jisung saw thing and just crawled over to give Renjun his card.

For the next hour, the boys played Card Against Humanity (Dream ver. as they say). Everyone had a good laugh and surprisingly enough, Jeno won. Guess his random cards just made the question or fill in the blank more funny, unlike the boy himself.

"What game shall we play next?" Asked Chenle, happily eating his strawberry flavored pocky.

Jaemin eyed the box and an idea popped up in his mind.

"The pocky game!"

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this chapter's so
dry
school's sucking up
my remaining brain juice