to1 j.you (jeyou) x jerome (sungmin)

lame get-together

jeyou didn't want to stay at his friend's party until he met someone else

~ inspo ~

down - a.c.e

(this song is so cute TT) 

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   "And funny thing is, he didn't get caught!"

   A roar of voices, then, "How? I heard someone say that one of the student council members was there while it happened."

   "Rumor has it that when the dude heard the spray cans he rushed out of the stall but got spray paint to the eyes. Couldn't see for a couple hours cause apparently that shit burns."

   A ripple of winces and murmurs ran through the small group. "So Jisu didn't get kicked out of his dorm?"

   "Supposedly not. That bathroom didn't have cameras in it, I think it was one of the older ones."

   "The one that constantly smells, yeah." A head of curly caramel hair scrunched his nose.

   "Every bathroom reeks Gi, you dumbass."

   "Mine doesn't!" He declared. "Floral air fresheners go a long way boys." He wagged his index finger in all the boys' faces.

   A blondie whose hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail snorted and shoved the smaller, to which he theatrically fell to the floor with the exaggerated shriek and a hand draped across his forehead. "Your bathroom smells like a grandma's living room." The boy then processed to make a gagging face.

   The boy perched on the kitchen counter, hands delicately clasped around its lip, swinging his feet with careless interest as yet another one of his friends delved into a rumor-riddled story didn't really want to be there. Of course he loved when he went out with his friends; they partied, drank so much that they all passed out on his bed, laughed so hard that he threw up, made him smile so wide and so bright that even his closest friend for whom he's been with since the beginning of high school said he's never seen him smile that big. He was so lucky to have people so caring yet so stupid surrounding him at every waking moment of the day, but this night, he just didn't feel like it.

   We all have those days where we just aren't in the right mood, that something feels off, that something isn't in the right place in our bodies. Maybe it was because he woke up way earlier than normal - which isn't a good thing in his book - or that his sandwich he made tasted odd - mostly likely the expired mayo - or it was simply the drinks Chihoon brought over - tasted almost way too much like pennies but if anyone told the boy they would get a ring clad hand to the head.

   But, as if the universe heard the boy's sigh and wanted to egg it on, a thundering crash echoed from the front of the house. Hoots and hollers flooded the living room as the two boys sitting next to him thrust themselves off the counter to greet them, or rather, a person.

   "Stop being so grumpy, Jeyou." The boy with the ponytail murmured, knocking his knee with his fist.

   "Easy for you to say. Woonggi is all over you tonight."

   Jeyou grinned when he saw the boy snap his head up at him. "I, Jo Chanhyuk, do not have a crush on that toddler." He had his hand plastered against his chest and the other upright and rigid before him.

   "Lies. And you're the one who said that, so quit putting words into my mouth," Jeyou teased, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

   Before Chanhyuk had the chance to reply, a large arm seized him by the neck. It forced the blonde into a suffocating, yet endearing and playful, hug and nuggie from the boy who entered moments prior.

   "Kyungho stop, you're messing up his hair." The curly haired boy, Woonggi, exclaimed, trying his hardest to pry the arms off the writhing boy, but it ended with Chanhyuk falling onto his knees heaving, Kyungho rolling his eyes and snickering, and Woonggi crouching near the blonde, concern flowing from his eyes in feverish rivers.

   Jeyou mirrored Kyungho and scooted over for the boy to plop between him and Chihoon, who was curiously eyeing the two still on the floor.

   "The hell are you doing down there?" He kicked the curly haired boy.

   He swatted at the older's leg without looking back; he helped Chanhyuk up - who was rubbing his neck, pretty dramatic if you asked Jeyou - and leant him up against the counter.

   "Oh please, it's not like I choked him." Kyungho said incredulously. Chihoon waved a bottle in the boy's direction, but before he could take it, Jeyou pushed it away while shaking his head vigorously.

   "You don't want that." He whispered.

   "Why?"

   "Tastes weird." He pointed at his unopened bottle behind him. Kyungho snorted and looked back at the other two getting teased by Chihoon.

   As Jeyou was fading in and out of the conversation, he heard another series of footsteps approaching; being the curious boy he was, he repeatedly poked Kyungho's leg until he snapped his head towards him.

   "What?!"

   "Who are those two?" He pointed at the doorway.

   "Finally, God, I thought y'all got lost."

   "How the fuck would we get lost in an apartment the size of a gas station?" The shorter of the two blurted out. He had plump cheeks and frizzy blonde hair, and had a jean jacket clutched between his arm and torso.

   "I don't know, some gas stations are pretty big Minsu," Woonggi murmured.

   "What were y'all doing up there?" Kyungho asked. Minsu walked towards the group and positioned himself against the wall, angled to face the rest of the boys on the counter.

   "I had to make a call." The taller one said, shaking his phone. He had twinkling eyes and thin lips. Jeyou was a tad taken aback; never had he seen anyone on campus like the taller boy, and that's a good thing, for he was beautiful, almost angelic in the way he spoke and smiled when Chihoon exclaimed something odd. Jeyou took a mental note for whenever they meet again, to make sure the taller always wore that stunning smile.

   "The one staring is Jeyou. He does this a lot, so don't feel too creeped out."

   He giggled. Jeyou blinked and glared at Kyungho, slapping his chest.

   "Sorry, I've just never seen anyone like you." Jeyou casually said, admiring the way the taller's eyes widened and his feet recrossed themselves.

   "Is that a compliment..."

   "Yes." He instantly answered. He made a surprised face, shocked at how adamant he was, and when he heard the boy laugh, he was reassured: he didn't creep him out.

   "Well, Jeyou, I'm Sungmin." He smiled. The older gulped and watched Sungmin flick his eyes over to Minsu, who was wheezing along with the other four squished on the counter, and back at him. "I'm going to be honest with you, I didn't want to come to this...party."

   "I wouldn't call this a party, more of a...lame get-together."

   "Very lame." The younger grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. A silence settled between them, and for once, it wasn't awkward for Jeyou; he had a habit - more of a curse - that whenever he would finish talking with someone, and the latter didn't instantly leave, there would spawn this thick, almost suffocating silence that made the boy want to throw himself against the wall.

   But, amidst the silence, it gave Jeyou an opportunity to look at the boy again. He knew he was being weird, and he felt guilty having to subject the taller to this, but he seemed unfazed by the staring, even laughing it off, so what's the harm?

   Sungmin was wearing baggy jeans, a white graphic tee, and a patterned suit jacket. Jeyou looked down and took note of his appearance: black ripped jeans, striped t-shirt, and fluffy jacket. He sighed and hummed; contrasting styles, he thought. He looked back up at the boy to find him looking at him. Sungmin quickly looked away and Jeyou snickered, shifting a tad away from Kyungho, who was plastered against Chan's back, leaning so far into the boy that his complaints were turning into frantic shouts.

   He looked back at the boy's graphic tee, narrowed his eyes, and gasped. Sungmin was the only one who heard, turning with stunned confusion. "What?"

   "You watched Naruto too?"

   He looked down at his shirt and snorted. "Yeah. Kinda childish that I still have it but -"

   "No, that's sick. I haven't watched it in ages." Jeyou slipped off the counter and stepped closer to Sungmin. "That's a rare shirt."

   "How do you know that? Were you looking for it?" The younger teased, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and wiggling it in front of him.

   "Nah, I just like browsing old websites and grandpas' collector lists." Sungmin snorted. "Hey, it's not something to laugh at. I actually got something very valuable from one of those raisins."

   "Didn't anyone teach you to respect your elders?" The taller couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from twitching.

   Jeyou frowned and crossed his elbows. "Fine I won't tell you about the limited edition dragon stuffed animal I got from just under 30 bucks because you can't stop teasing me."

   He rolled his eyes. "Are you always like this?"

   "Yes, so get used to it if we're going to become friends."

   "By the looks of it we are." Sungmin motioned over to the others; the three on the counter, Chihoon, Chanhyuk, and Kyungho, were all persistently instructing something to an indifferent Minsu and Woonggi, the latter being too preoccupied with ripping the loose thread off Chanhyuk's jean jacket. "God I have to take twice the migraine meds." He massaged his temples.

   "Oh fuck off." Jeyou blurted out, smacking Sungmin with a tight-lipped smile.

   The taller chuckled and scratched his neck. "So...what about that dino plushie?"

   "Hm? Oh," Jeyou shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and pulled it closer so it could hang off his back, "Dragon stuffie."

   "Same thing."

   "Not really."

   "Both are lizardy."

   "That's a completely different animal."

   "The fucking stuffed animal Jeyou." Sungmin demanded, raising his hands in half annoyance and making claws with his fingers.

   "Damn alright." He rolled his eyes, the other laughing at the face he made. "So to start of -"

   "How long is this story going to be?" Sungmin crossed his arms and fell back against the wall.

   "We have all night judging by the fact the others haven't called us over and you don't let me get a sentence out, so all night." The older gave him a sickly sweet smile, dripping with childish tease, while the other groaned dramatically. "Anyways, you know that really popular stuffed animal brand back in the 90s? They sold little teddy bears with different patterns and colors."

   "I'm 19."

   "And I'm 20, we're off to a good start." Another smile, and as petty and fake as it looked to the group sitting on the counter stealing looks their way, both boys knew it was their newfound inside joke. "As I was saying, they had this subsidiary company that made, like, actual stuffed animals for kids because the original stuffies were getting mass bought by mid-aged men. Alright, backstory over, so -"

   "Fuck I'm already tired." Sungmin rubbed his eyes, failing in hiding the cheeky grin that pulled at his lips.

   "Shut up and listen to my story. It's the only entertainment you're getting tonight."

   Both boys chuckled; Sungmin, with a smile, dropped his hands by his sides and shoved them in his jean pockets. Jeyou watched with a small grin and shrugged at his jacket, something brewing deep in his chest. It felt good to talk to someone new so casually and not put up this front the older was so used to doing, putting on a mask of someone else who's not him so people wouldn't get driven away. It made him feel somewhat warm, like the smell of vanilla or a nice coffee. Or was the vanilla coming from the taller?

   "Are you going to continue?"

   Jeyou blinked. Fuck, he spaced out. "Yeah, sorry. Staring." He rubbed his neck and cleared his throat, seeing Sungmin graze his bottom lip with his teeth. "Where was I...Oh, so I was browsing this 80-year-old's Ebay at like 4 a.m. and I found one of the plushies that the side company made. So, I was like 'holy shit I gotta get it' and for some reason the picture didn't show what animal it was, it was just...in a shoebox."

   The taller sighed. "Why would you waste your money on something you can't see, Jeyou."

   Woah my name sounds that nice? "Mr. Old Man had the official receipt and tag thing that came with it and it was also 4 a.m.. Let me spend my 30 dollars how I would like." The latter rolled his eyes and scoffed out a laugh. "Besides, what benefit would a 80-year-old get from scamming some college student? Less money to pay for medicine? You would crumble if I flicked you, sir."

   A burst of laughter came from the boy, him leaning forward with his hand cupped around his mouth. "You don't give a shit do you?"

   "There ain't anyone wrinkly and old in this room is there?"

   Sungmin, still hunched over and giggling - which Jeyou found very cute - pointed over to the counter.

   "Wha -" Jeyou also erupted into a wheeze, falling against the wall next to the taller, arm cradling his forehead. Sungmin had his finger still pointing at Chihoon when the boy asked, "Are y'all laughing at me?"

   The older lifted his head up to nod, quickly firing out a "Woonggi messed with your hair."

   The oldest boy seemed to jump from surprise, racing to the out of the room at lightning speed with a bewildered Woonggi slowly trailing behind, taking cautious steps while delicately pulling Chanhyuk with him. Kyungho cackled and ran after the red-head, Minsu throwing his jacket down with a huff and shouting at the others to 'not forget the most important person in the house'.

   Both of the boys left in the kitchen were guffawing messes; Sungmin had himself nearly collapsing against the wall, holding on to it and clutching his stomach whilst he breathed out wheeze after wheeze. Jeyou on the other hand recovered quite quickly, running to the other doorway to minimally catch the five squeezed into a half-bath. Still sighing out chuckles here and there, he walked back to find the taller smiling that bright and pretty smile Jeyou saw when he first arrived.

   "You've got a very nice smile."

   The boy had his head resting against the wall, eyes closed, when he threw them open and turned Jeyou's direction. "What?"

   "Hm?"

   "Did you say something?"

   "No?"

   "Sure. Thank you anyways." He shimmed up the wall to be standing straight. "What were we talking about?"

   Jeyou fell against the wall too, a distance between them but still close enough for him to feel that warmth. "Don't remember, but I do know it started with that shirt." He limply pointed at the boy.

   The latter rolled his eyes for the nth time. "Oh yeah. You know, I only wore this today because I forgot to do my laundry...for the past five days."

   Jeyou sighed. "Now it's my turn to be disappointed in you."

   Both boys grinned.

   There it was, Jeyou thought, that comfortable silence again. Sungmin's eyes lingered for a moment, traveling down before zipping away to look around the place. The older, however, remained with his eyes stuck on the boy; he peaked his curiosity, Sungmin, and he found it so strange to have shared such a fun night with someone he just met, because with his track record, it shouldn't have gone like this. This night, with this person, and with how much fun he's had.

   He blinked. Again, the staring, but this time, the taller smiled and looked down at his phone, scrolling through random internet posts and the other's eyes yet again traveled the boy's features. He decided to inspect his hair: it was a nice caramel color with what looked to be golden wire littered within a forest of brown. He found it cute, almost adorable that the gold in his hair reminded him of the taller's smile. God you're so hung up over him and you met 20 minutes ago, he heard his brain say, but he couldn't care less, for he was having too much fun, and it has been a long time since Jeyou has had real fun.

   Jeyou fixed his jacket over his shoulders, feeling strangely cold, when a thought popped into his head.

   "I want ice cream."

   "Oh?" Sungmin turned his phone off and slid it into his pocket. "Wouldn't they notice we'll be gone?"

   "Who said I'm bringing you?"

   Sungmin raised his hands. "Jeez, I just wanted free ice cream. It was worth a shot."

   Jeyou grinned. "Kidding. You can come along. Besides, I want to talk with you more, and," He looked over his shoulder, smirked, and leaned closer to the boy, "as sad as it sounds, they don't realize I leave most of the time."

   Sungmin pouted and patted his shoulder, leaning down to come face to face with him. "Maybe it's for the best."

   "I'm not paying for your damn ice cream." Jeyou swiftly turned around and dug for his car keys in his back pocket.

   "Wait no I'm sorry."

   "Sure you are." Jeyou looked over to his side and met the boy with a matching smile. They stopped at the front door.

   "What's your favorite ice cream flavor?"

   "Cotton candy, duh."

   "Ew."

   Jeyou threw the door open.

   "Then what's your favorite, hm?"

   "Anything with peanut butter."

   "Ugh, basic."

   "Toddler taste."

   "Fuck off."

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guess who got covid and decided to be proactive 😗 😍

yeah um- im okay if anyone is genuinely concerned, which ik most of you arent but THATS NOT THE POINT 

point is i breathed so i = alive  😁

also idk where i went w this short but shes cute

stream feelin like this cause i hav a crush on kino and pentagon r daddy