HWANG HYUNJIN, age nineteen, woke up in a strange house on a strange floor next to a stranger. at first, he was perplexed— and, although he would never admit it, slightly scared— especially when he felt someone's arm laying across his (thankfully clothed) chest. what the hell? he thought. i don't remember going to a girls' place last night! but when he saw that the owner of the arm was, in fact, a male and not some chick, he remembered everything: showing up at some surfer's house thinking it was woojin's; playing cards and laughing when changbin got utterly demolished; eating spaghetti and dropping it all over the couch; then, finally, watching some movie that he couldn't remember the title of, but he just knew that it was really freaking sad. 

glancing over at the sleeping body next to him, hyunjin made a face of distaste. he was next to a surfer, not one of his biker buddies. he was about to push him away when he saw the look on his face. it was one of absolute peace and serenity, basically screaming "pure".

wait, isn't this the same kid who wrecked changbin last night? he thought confusedly. how can such a savage person be capable of looking so...innocent? is that even possible? he studied the boy's features for a few moments, noting the natural smoothness of his golden skin and his thin pink lips. his chocolate-brown hair was tousled cutely, a style that hyunjin felt suited the boy. as he continued to stare at him, he couldn't help but let out a low whistle. the boy was hot.

i've never gone for a guy before, hyunjin thought, but who said i was afraid of trying new things?

it was at that moment that the boy's eyes gently fluttered open and hyunjin was caught staring at him. they locked eyes— black on brown— and it was silent for a few seconds until the boy scrunched up his nose. cute.

"what're you looking at?" he asked, withdrawing his arm from the other's body.

"simply admiring the artwork," hyunjin responded, which caused the boy lying next to him to make a face.

"gross."

"oh, you're right. all artwork is gross when compared to your beauty."

the boy frowned. "what the heck? why're you saying stuff like that?"

"it's the truth, darling." smirking, hyunjin took a strand of the surfer's hair between his fingers and twirled it around. "now, this isn't really the place, so why don't we hop on my motorcycle and we can—"

a pillow suddenly smacked him in the face, interrupting his speech. "hwang hyunjin! can't you go one day without trying to pick up someone?"

hyunjin groaned, recognizing changbin's voice. why do my friends have to be such buzzkills? "ugh, binnie, you're no fun," he whined, flopping onto his back. "i was just trying to make a new friend!"

"'make a new friend' my ass," the shorter replied bluntly before turning to the weirded out surfer boy. "sorry about that. hyunjin doesn't know how to keep it in his pants."

"stop that! now you're making me sound like a creep!"

"you are a creep!"

"i am not!"

"would it kill either of you to shut up?" came the irritated voice of minho, who had been rudely awoken by their bickering. "some of us are trying to sleep!"

"well, you're clearly not, or else you'd still be sleeping—"

"hwang hyunjin, i'm going to murder you," minho seethed, and hyunjin immediately shut up.

"...you guys are really freaking weird," the surfer kid said before lying back down and pulling out his phone.

hyunjin snorted. "sweetheart, i can guarantee you that your friends are much stranger than mine."

the surfer frowned. "don't call me that. my name is seungmin. and yeah, actually, you're right." he shook his head. "nobody in this world can compare to the amount of weirdness that felix and jisung share. those two are quite...special."

hyunjin nodded and turned to face him. "they are. but you know who's more special than them?"

"if you say that it's me, i'm going to puke."

"you, babe."

seungmin let out a frustrated noise before turning onto his side, away from a very amused hyunjin. there is no way he hasn't fallen in love with me now, he thought smugly, utterly unaware of the fact that seungmin hadn't fallen in love with him. in fact, he felt the complete opposite about him. but unfortunately for him, that is not something hyunjin would realize for a very long time.

"you love me."

"shut up, creep."

jeongin awoke to the sound of the waves and the sun shining in his face. "mmm..." he mumbled, and drew the fluffy white comforter over his head to block out the light.

wait... i don't own a comforter...

jeongin shot up in bed. looking around frantically, he tried to figure out where in the world he was. all he could remember was talking to chan out in the garage, and then... nothing. "c-chan?" he stepped out of bed and tentatively cracked open the door. "chan? where are you?" nervousness seeped into his voice and fear took over his body. he had no idea what happened after he fell asleep. all he could do was pray that chan was somewhere nearby.

"doesn't matter if the world is a cold place, 'cause i'm getting— yowch!" a certain australian cried in pain after hot oil jumped onto his hand. "why the heck do hot things keep getting on my hands? seriously!" bang chan was, at that moment, cooking a lavish breakfast for everyone in the kitchen: bacon, eggs, and bagels (since he hadn't known he would have to feed seven other people when he went to the store a few days prior). in other words, chan was not anywhere near jeongin at the moment, and he had his earbuds on, preventing him from hearing the younger boy's cries. luckily, though, out in the living room, someone did hear him.

"chan? where are you?"

hyunjin perked up from his spot on the floor. my jeongin senses are tingling! he jumped up and, after stepping over the other sleeping bodies on the floor, practically flew up the stairwell to save his friend from whatever terror was plaguing him.

"jeongin, sweetie! where are you?" he yelled, pulling open various doors in the hallway. "hyunjinnie is here to save you!"

a door in the middle of the hallway suddenly slam shut, and hyunjin zoomed over there just in time to hear a muffled jeongin from the other side. "uh, never mind. i don't need your help."

hyunjin pouted. "aw, i'm hurt! my jeonginnie doesn't want to see me?"

"no. i wanted to see chan."

hyunjin's pout only deepened at this. "i can't believe you! you'd rather be with a surfer that you've only known for a day than your biker brother that you've known for years? this is treachery! treason! why, if i didn't know any better, i'd say you liked him better than me!"

"i do."

hyunjin gasped and clasped a hand to his heart. "oh, the frigid winds of teen rebellion! i cannot stay here any longer!" and in a flourish, he ran down the stairs, sobbing overdramatically. "minho, comfort me!"

minho, who had tried to fall back asleep earlier but gave up, calmly flipped a page in his book. "absolutely not. go cry to your boyfriend."

hyunjin whipped around to face seungmin. "seungminnie, comfort me!"

"i'd rather eat shit."

"bet you won't."

"watch me." seungmin turned to the direction of chan's kitchen. "hey, chan, i need some of your food!"

hyunjin burst into laughter as the silver-haired surfer exited the kitchen, plates of food in his hands. "perfect timing, since— wait, why is everyone laughing at me?"

"you just got flamed, mate," felix (who had woken up just in time to hear seungmin's quality roast) guffawed, causing chan's jaw to drop.

"what? if this is about my cooking again, i swear to god—!"

and that's how han jisung, age nineteen, woke up to his best friend bang chan chasing seungmin around with a fork, screeching, "kim seungmin, i'm going to stab you in the eyes!"

ah, yes. just another morning in bang chan's household.