Taehyung cursed Sunya, the attractive school nurse, for making him lose the bet by kissing Junghan. Teahyung would have never guessed that something as simple as an affectionless touch of lips would put him at the mercy of his best friend.

He knew it was affectionless because Park had told him that she had heard from Lee that Kim Rina had gossiped in the girls' restroom about Sunya having something with Ahn's brother who was serving his military service right now. That might sound highly speculative, but Taehyung had noticed that girls' bathroom talk was more likely to be true than the weather forecast for the day after tomorrow, so he had learned to acknowledge it as a source of information. Park was a good transmitter. She kept secrets to herself like a bunker without walls.

But apart from knowing that the kiss had been unaffectionate, he was doomed. No sugarcoating it. Junghan would make him burn. Not the way fire ate wood, more the way an earthworm was drained to death on a hot summer day, on black asphalt, in Africa. And it was his own fault, because he had made his friend kiss Joshua at the last party. A French kiss.

When the bell rang to start class, Junghan was still thinking about a punishment, and they stood up with the class more out of habit than realization that the teacher had been there all the time. They were both lost in thought. Taehyung was calculating the worst outcome, and Junghan searched his brain for the most painful dare he had ever given to anyone. The two friends loved each other. But they also loved torturing each other, so it did not surprise Taehyung when his friend came up with this horrifying task after they had listened to their teacher's substitute.

They were currently discussing options, or rather Taehyung was trying to wiggle out of his punishment, when the man - the chalkboard called him Kim Namjoon- asked them what they were talking about.

"Taehyung," Junghan began, but he kicked his friend's shin. Sadly, his best friend was not the type that got scared by a hit, so he continued, "Taehyung has lost a bet to me, but he won't succumb to it, Sir."

The words that followed, though they were spoken by a pleasantly sonorous voice, made Taehyung look up in frustration. Why did this man have to interfere? And why was he making everything worse with that irritating amused smile?

"Do it!" Junghan hissed after the teacher had sat down again, and he started writing his own scene.

Well, maybe it would be fun, Taehyung thought. There was nothing to lose after all because Mr. Kim would not stay with them for long.

But as easy as it sounded first, he instantly struggled with the first word. How did one start a sex scene?

Fortunately, his best friend and seat neighbor was the school's dealer for cigarettes and porn. Yoon Junghan who had the looks of an angel was anything but. His fair face with the girlish features had gained him the ultimate position as the teacher's favorite while he was the school's black-market head. He was his henchmen's man-crush, though none of them would ever admit it, and that made him the most dangerous and powerful of all students. He had perfected the balance of using his brain and using his charms.

Taehyung had accompanied him on his way to the top, first out of habit, later out of interest in how humans can be manipulated, and had become some kind of legal assistant. Taehyung could find the loopholes in the school policy no one else noticed. But apart from being useful with finding ways to smuggle in prohibited material and saving some asses from being suspended, he never got in touch with anything dirty. He was quite a pure soul. This, in fact, had gained him and his friend the name Yin-Yang Boys.

So, Junghan helped him out gladly by providing him with cheap-sounding lines and additional words and sentences, and, in the end, Taehyung found his text to be at least presentable. Hopefully, Mr. Kim would regret interfering in student affairs. He had hated writing this.

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