ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

lovesick. [jaewin]

a/n: just high-school boyfriends jaewin being stupid (because i miss them).

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" we finally get to know nakamoto yuta's weakness ," ten says, not looking up from his phone, while mark winces at the rock music blaring from the radio. " terrible music taste ."

yuta rolls his eyes and turns it up even more. " you gotta expand your music horizons, chittaphon ."

taeil's mini volvo barely fits the five of them – yuta in the shotgun; ten, mark, sicheng at the back and taeil himself driving. but they manage. thanks god hendery got a ride from lucas already or it will be cramped.

they stayed back at school since the maths club had after-school activities. sicheng doesn't mind that, he's got nothing to do at home anyways. but he couldn't focus at all today, and copied off mark's answers – which is so unlike him – when they have to turn in the sheets.

if anything, jaehyun is the one to blame.

sicheng glimpses at the digital clock on the dashboard that reads 15:35. usually he's very patient, but now he can't stop bouncing his legs, wanting to get off this car as soon as possible. the leg-space is limited for his height but that doesn't stop him.

next to him, mark is eating a strawberry bar. he always has food in his bag so it's nothing new anymore. he offers sicheng some but the chinese shakes his head no.

" winwin, I love you, but stop with the legs bouncing before I open this door and throw you out ." ten warns as he shoots sicheng a look.

" leave him alone ," yuta replies before sicheng can. " he's probably planning jaehyun's murder ."

like a confused puppy, mark perks up. " what he'd do this time ?"

sicheng's desperate to spill it all out, but ten's hand on his thigh makes him takes a deep breath and calms down. if he starts speaking he'll blabber and let his anger out at the wrong person. in this case, it would've been mark, and he doesn't want that. mark's too sweet for that.

" long story short: he gave his shirt to a girl ." yuta answers instead.

" wha – what ?" mark's eyes widen. thankfully he manages not to choke on his bar.

" taeyong told me it was a stupid bet. y'know, usual jocks-having-fun stuff ." ten adds, drawing random shapes on sicheng's thigh to calm him down. it works a little.

" that explains but doesn't excuse it ." mark says, matter-of-fact.

ten nods once. " I know. it's stupid. taeil hyung ?"

" what ?"

" you were there with them. what happened ?"

" I was with them but I didn't join in whatever the fuck they were doing ," taeil says in a resigned tone. " ask yuta ."

" so basically... this girl's friend spilled tea on her shirt and she didn't bring an extra. taeyong suggested he'll find one but then johnny piped in, typically, that one of us should give her our shirt. the one who lost rock-paper-scissors. which is, obviously, our beloved jaehyun ."

before mark can react, sicheng tugs on his own hair. " it wasn't any shirt! it was the shirt he's wearing, so he took it off on the spot and gave it to the girl ."

" that's... inconsiderate ." mark frowns.

" understatement. so now you know why I want to kill him. again ." sicheng grunts. mark pats him on the back.