WHEN KIM seungmin, age nineteen, was appointed by chan to retrieve the extra swim shorts from his house, he was ecstatic. he wanted nothing more than to escape a certain someone who had been eyeing him like a hungry tiger their entire walk to the beach. however, his happiness was short-lived when he actually volunteered to come along.

so, here seungmin was, heading to chan's house with hwang hyunjin himself, trying desperately to block out the numerous pick-up lines he was telling him with a smug grin.

when hyunjin hit number nineteen (not like seungmin was counting or anything), seungmin whipped around. "will you shut up? i'm tired of hearing your stupid voice saying stupid stuff!"

instead of deterring him, hyunjin's grin grew even wider. "well, sweetheart, there is one way you can shut me up. it's rather easy."

"how?"

"with a kiss."

seungmin gagged. what an idiot! "never in a million years!" he sped up his walking, trying to leave hyunjin and his obnoxious laughs in the dust, but the biker's long legs swiftly carried him to his side once more. "why did you have to volunteer to come along?"

hyunjin grinned cheekily at the boy's groans. "how could i pass up an offer to spend time with the most gorgeous man around?" he attempted to toss his arm around seungmin's shoulders but was quickly stopped with a sharp glare.

"touch me and i'll bite your arm off."

"ooh, kinky! i'm not really into that, though, but i'd be happy to try it with you." hyunjin winked flirtatiously and seungmin felt like he was going to explode.

"argh!" he yelled in frustration, startling a few passersby, and shook his fists towards the sky. "god, why must you test me like this?"

seungmin hated hyunjin, and he was one hundred percent sure of this fact. when they met for the first time, he didn't pay much mind to the biker because he seemed like the kind of person that he didn't want to associate himself with: arrogant, cocky, and way too obsessed with girls. but after waking up to his ugly face in the morning, it was like hyunjin was purposefully trying to shove himself into his life! and somehow he had gotten ahold of his number, too! when he had woken up in the morning, seungmin had found a text from a random number that read "hey, babe ;)", and it didn't take a super sleuth to figure out who sent it. (needless to say, he left him on read, hoping that he would take the hint. he didn't.) even just being in hyunjin's presence infuriated him. he didn't want to see his stupid eye smile or his perfect teeth or his milky white skin or his glossy hair or his plump lips or—

"—min. seungmin! seungmin, we're here." the surfer's thoughts of pure hatred were interrupted by hyunjin, who was snapping his fingers in front of his face with a questioning look. "earth to seungmin! yo, you good?"

seungmin pushed his hand away. "i'm fine. it's just..." he studied hyunjin's face with an odd look.

"just what?"

"you never call me by my name. it's weird."

a look of pure delight appeared on hyunjin's face. "i knew it! you do like the pet names i give you!"

"shut up! i do not!"

"whatever you say, sugarplum." he winked again and got an eye roll in response.

"you're such an idiot." seungmin stuck out his hand with a sigh. "give me the keys. you have the keys, right?"

hyunjin shook his head. "i thought you had the keys."

seungmin's eyes widened as he slowly put down his arm. "you mean... neither of us have the keys to get into chan's house?"

"...i guess?"

seungmin wanted to melt into the concrete and disappear. as if spending an entire walk to chan's house with hyunjin wasn't bad enough, now he finds out that it was all for nothing! this has got to be one of the worst days ever, he thought. it might even beat out the time my dungeons and dragons character got cursed by a warlock and felix ended up killing it with his stupidity! i was doing so well, too...

"wait, does chan have any windows?" hyunjin suddenly asked, and seungmin cocked an eyebrow.

"yeah, he's got one on the top floor. it leads to his bedroom. why?"

the biker clapped his hands together and bounced excitedly. "i'll go through the window and get us in! trust me, i've broken into places tons of times. i can do it." before seungmin had enough time to fully process what exactly he had said, hyunjin was already climbing a palm tree with surprising agility and hopped onto the roof of the garage.

"hold on a second!" seungmin stomped over to him in a huff. "did you just say that you've broken in—" something flew into his face, successfully stopping whatever he was about to say. "hey!" he ripped it off of his face: a black leather jacket with the word "prince" embroidered on it in cursive purple font. prince? is that what the bikers call hyunjin? glancing up at him (and noting the fact he was wearing a sleeveless shirt), seungmin could see how that might be so. his visuals were quite charming— for a biker, at least— and he acted quite egotistic, as if he were royalty, further proving the point. the more seungmin stood there observing the boy, the more fitting he found the nickname.

"see something you like, princess?" seungmin quickly averted his gaze from the simpering male on the garage and shook his head.

"nah, just wondering how the hell you think you're gonna get on the roof without falling to your imminent doom."

hyunjin shrugged nonchalantly. "god gave me this body for a reason, honey." and with that he ran towards the wall that connected the garage to the house and kicked off of it, propelling his body upwards enough for him to grab hold of a small overhang on the roof. he dangled there for a few seconds before hoisting himself up with a grunt, and seungmin watched as the muscles in his arms flexed as he did so (although, it wasn't like he was checking him out or anything). at last, he flopped onto chan's roof and all seungmin could see were his ripped-jean-clad legs dangling over the side. suddenly they disappeared and seungmin heard loud thumps echo from the rooftop as well as an "oh shit!" before the sound of glass breaking was heard. then it was silent.

now, seungmin claimed that he hated hyunjin, but that didn't stop worry from rising within his chest. "hey!" he called out. "are you okay? are you alright? hyunjin!"

the door burst open to reveal a sweaty hyunjin holding a pile of neatly folded clothes, eyes twinkling amusedly. "you called?" 

seungmin let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and hit the male repeatedly on the shoulder. "you scared me! i thought you'd fallen off or something!"

hyunjin laughed and grabbed the surfer's hand. "aw, my princess does care! i'm so touched!"

seungmin glared at him and ripped his hand away. "now i'm starting to wish you had fallen off."

"oh, so you're not even going to deny your affections for me?"

"shut up!" seungmin turned and began briskly walking away. "i'm leaving you here. so long, hwang."

"wait, wait! i can't be here alone at the scene of the crime!" hyunjin cried and sprinted to catch up to the surfer who looked at him quizzically.

"crime? what crime?"

hyunjin went silent— something that hadn't happened yet during their walk— and quietly said, "some dude saw me when i was about to open the window and i might have freaked out and swung myself into the glass. and broke the window. and knocked over chan's dresser. and tore down the curtain."

seungmin stared at him, jaw dropped. a hundred thoughts were running through his head, ranging from what an idiot! to holy fuck we gotta run. and while seungmin normally would've told him off for being dumb, he was just so exasperated with the biker's actions up to that point that he merely sighed, grabbed his wrist, and yanked him down the road, saying, "we need to get the fuck out of here, stupidass, before you land yourself in jail or something."

and despite their situation, hyunjin still had the audacity to flash him a grin and say, "you really do care after all, huh?"

"...shut up, hwang."