ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

purple. [luwin]

a/n: modern day romeo-and-juliet au but make it between make a wish and 90's love units.

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summer funfair is the worst.

it's even worse than worst when you have to work at the funfair. imagine standing under the scorching sun for six hours, making sticky cotton candies, having to bear with whiny kids and rude moms. don't forget the obnoxious bratty teens who make fun of you to hide their insecurities and make them feel better about themselves and their miserable lives.

anyway.

the funfair is held annually to fundraise the local high school. the principal puts on a good front and tell parents most of the fund will go to the math club, but in reality it'll 100% go to the basketball team. everyone knows but nobody admits it.

except the victims; which is the mathletes club.

" this is fucking boring !" ten says to nobody in particular. he fans himself with his hands, skin glistened with sweat.

next to him, sicheng is eating a stick of cotton candy. he's not supposed to steal food while working, but riddle me this: who the fuck cares? if the principal cares so much about rules and all that he should get his ass down here and work the stall himself.

" I swear to god, if I have to work again next year, I'll fucking drop out ," ten continues. " the fund only goes to the stupid basket team, so why aren't they the ones working their stupid asses off? I should be flirting with dudes, not dealing with annoying kids and their more annoying parents !"

" and I should be doing homework in my air-conditioned room, yet here we are ." sicheng says quietly. ten pats his back.

" sweetheart, you're the reason why people think the mathletes are total nerds. no offense ."

" none taken. nerd shouldn't even be an offensive term ."

" true. where the fuck are yangyang and hyuck, anyway? their shifts started twelve minutes ago ."

sicheng shakes his head. when it comes to changing shifts, they suddenly become punctual. while in the other hand, he lost count of how many times they came late to club's meetings. but, well, he can't blame them.

he gets up when a little girl and (presumably) her mom approach the stall. putting on his costumer-service smile, he asks what the girl wants, and hands out a blue soda-flavoured cotton candy to her. she thanks him with the sweetest smile and sicheng's mood lifts up a bit.

behind him, ten is tapping furiously on his phone. " I swear to god, I'll kill those maniacs if they don't get their asses here in one minute !"

the mom makes a face at ten's language and covers her daughter's ears. sicheng bows and apologizes repeatedly.

when they leave, he smacks ten's head. ten yelps and caresses his head, pouty.

" sweetheart, that wasn't so sweet of you ."

" there's kids present, ge. I know this sucks but could you please watch your language ?"

" fine. because you said please ."

" thank you ."

" gosh, you even say thanks. you're such a good boy ~" ten teases, grinning like a madman. sicheng shakes his head again. sometimes he regrets joining the club.

two minutes later, hyuck and yangyang – also known as the devil duo – appear, with sodas in their hands, both wearing sunglasses. sicheng furrows his brows. they look like tourists enjoying a nice cheese holiday. as contrary to sicheng and ten, who look like a hot mess; sweaty and flushed and all.