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Eight Dumbasses

Hyunjin waddled from his front door to Changbin's car, a small walk that seemed a mile for the dancer. 

The new couple, along with Seungmin, insisted that Hyunjin stayed for dinner the night before. Despite Seungmin being kind of quiet and dodging his parents' questions about his friends, he was mainly just glancing between Hyunjin and his food, making sure he was eating enough. It was almost embarrassing to Hyunjin, like the younger didn't think he could watch out for himself. But even he himself knew he had a problem. Because of his staring and the idea of being polite, he felt some type of pressure to eat more, so he pushed away from the sick feeling in his stomach and ate his bibimbap.

He felt extremely nauseous, so he took a few TUMS and tried to just sleep it off, but to no avail, as he just stared at his ceiling for hours. He thought he was getting close to sleep, but just as his eyes drifted close, his alarm blared. 

Because of his lack of pre-planning and his sleep deprivation, he simply threw on an old block-colour hoodie with some vintage, straight, light-blue jeans. He felt like absolute dogshit, but he knew he was doing it for a cause - for Seungmin.

He threw open the car door, plopping himself across the back seats. His eyes drifted close again, his mind blurry as his arms wrapped around his stomach. It was an odd yet horrible feeling for the dancer, like the feeling of lactose intolerance kicking in after eating ice cream. Almost the feeling of not regretting anything, yet wanting to throw yourself out of a window as well.

"... If it makes you feel better, Minho looks worse than you."

"I will rock your shit," the oldest muttered back. It wasn't far from the truth; Minho's eyes were red, hair shooting off in each direction, only wearing a plain black hoodie and some grey sweats. He sat silently in the passenger's seat as he spaced off onto the road.

Changbin chuckled and signalled left for a second before turning his head around to look at the tallest, laughter dying into a sad smile. "But hey, at least no one died for both of y'all to look fucked up. I'd rather you look like this than be forced to shovel food down your throat, though, Jinnie. I swear it'll get better." Hyunjin let his lips curl softly, glad that he acknowledged the progress he was trying to make. And all for a dumb guy in his human anatomy class. Damn.

"Well, can I get the synopsis on the dead guy in the car?" Hyunjin asked with a tired voice. Minho immediately groaned and threw his head into the dashboard. The tallest patted him on the back as he just laid there.

They tried to hold back their laughter before Changbin turned into the school parking lot. "Well, long fuckin story short, apparently he and Jisung went out last night to a park and got dragged into another group. They had food but no one warned Minho that the brownies-"

"They drugged meeeeeee," Minho whined, sitting up only to throw his head on the headrest. Hyunjin laughed even more while holding his stomach tighter. 

Changbin parked and swung his car door open. "Promise to help him during practice?"

He almost choked on my own spit. "Dude, if he's fucked up and my stomach is fucked up, neither of us are doing that shit, okay? I'll catch a ride," Hyunjin explained, trudging out and opening Minho's door to help him out. "You do realize teachers are gonna question, right?" As soon as it was asked, Minho threw his hood up and proceeded forward, purely walking through the fog with the blind hope a car wouldn't hit him.

"Who's gonna be your ride exactly? I already promised Felix a ride after practice and I have to run home and take my brother to the optometrist right after school," Changbin questioned, grabbing Minho's arm and slinging it around his own shoulders, trying to make him walk straight.