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Chanhee rolled up his sweater sleeve, seeing the faint scratches on his soft, fair skin. After breaking the news to his friend about his car getting towed, there was a slight moment of silence until the younger had practically clawed him with his long exaggerated nails. The poor boy could still feel the nail dug into his skin where it left marks.
He quickly shakes his head with his bottom lip bitten, not wanting to remember the horrific memory. Today is the party, and man was Chanhee anxious. The last party didn't really go as planned-
as a matter of fact, he ended up staying the night and waking up to a whole other room. Something he will never want to experience again.
His phone was dry, as always. A few YouTube notifications here and there. But something that really catches his eyes was a follow request from one of younghoon's friends. Sunwoo to be exact, along with the request came a dm.
Chanhee arched a brow before accepting it, opening the dm.
s.woo What kind of party is this? birthday? wedding? funeral?
c_chan just a regular party?
s.woo a funeral? bet ill bring balloons for your friend aekneon
c_chan whats up with you and your buddies messing up peoples names?
s.woo huh? Read who? Read I have friends? Read if its younghoon its just charity work, obvi Read STOP LEAVING ME ON READ YOU WEIRDLY ATTRACTIVE HOE. Read
Chanhee rolled his eyes before throwing his overheating phone on his bed, led lights flickering as he heard faint chattering from down stairs. He didn't think much of it, maybe just his dad coming weirdly earlier than usual. He just wished it wasn't his obnoxious, displeasingly handsome brother he wished everyone didn't want to just be friends with him just to get closer to his disgustingly kind yet still an asshole of a brother.
and oh he would do anything for it not to be-
"CHANHEE COME DOWN HERE, WE HAVE GUEST" his mother yelled from downstairs, her passive aggressive voice echoing around the hall way.
His feet met its way to the wooden oak floors, the sounds of creaks occurring with each step as he felt the unsteady wooden plank wobble. And oh was that face he was just meeting with was not pleasant what so ever.
"Oh- priest Han..." He said unpleasingly, smiling afterwards to hide the fact that he wished he had never gotten down stairs. If he could pull an uno reverse, he would. If he could of course. But there would be no way for him to find an excuse.
Feeling the middle aged man's eyes trace to his thighs, he quickly pulled down his shorts. He felt uncomfortable. This always happened, priest Han would come over and always look at him weirdly.
