FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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+MALIA+

I don't know what I expected when the guys said that they were doing a car wash.... But it wasn't this. I don't think any of the girls on the dance team expected this big of a turnout for this.

The Dean designated the left wing parking lot for the event. There are three lines for washing and all of them are long. The girls and I are safe from getting wet, standing on the pavement behind the tables.

The tea is selling quicker than the cars are moving, obviously. We have three of the large containers set up for customers and two for the guys.

At each station, there are three guys. The wash, dry and tire gloss stations are the main events. The guys also have an area set up to take pictures with patrons as well.

To be honest, I haven't payed much attention to anything but Namjoon.

This man....

In a white muscle tee soaked all the way through, and blue 5" shorts, he looks fine as hell. His hair is wet, leaving his drenched strands of dark brown hair to fall onto his forehead. He pushes them back every now and then.

His shirt is suctioned to his skin, accentuating every single defined line on his torso. And his chest...Please don't get me started.

Namjoon is built like a linebacker for real this year. I know we joked about it last year but oh my.

He laughs hysterically and shies away as Hakeem sprays him with the hose. His dimples are on full display as water falls on him.

"Hey!" Kaia smacks my hip. "Stop drooling and help your customers." She says, voice full of amusement. I blink at her and turn to the line in front of me.

"Sorry." I smile at the woman in front of me. "Medium or large?" I ask and she smiles sweetly.

"Large, please."

"Three dollars."

She hands me the cash and I take it from her. I put it in the lockbox before grabbing a large to go cup, putting ice in and pouring her some sweet tea.

"Do you want a lemon?" I ask her and she nods. I use the mini tongs to grab one and drop it into the cup. While I'm at it, I lid her cup and hand her a straw.

"Thanks for coming by." I tell her as she leaves.

"Why are they getting naked?" Camryn asks all of a sudden. Her eyebrows are pinched together as she stares ahead. Me and the girls look to where her gaze is.

The guys are taking their shirts off and wringing them out on the asphalt of the parking lot.

"I'll beat his ass." Taija says as she watches Tyrell.

Hakeem shakes his dreads out, getting everybody around him wet. Jay sprays him with the hose to get back at him. Namjoon's skin is glistening, from sweat or water, I don't even care.

The girls and I draw ourselves out of it long enough to hear the cheers for them being half naked. They look surprised at the amount of attention that they get from it. I don't think that they should be. Most of their patrons are women.

My boyfriend sticks his tongue out at me when he catches me looking at him. I roll my eyes and flip him off as he laughs.

As time goes on, the lines start to get shorter, the cash boxes overflow and Taija's patience dwindles. The more attention that Tyrell draws to himself, the more annoyed she gets. He's feeding off of the attention that he's being given and reveling in it.

I'm not sure just how involved he and Taija are but I assume they're on and off or together to some capacity. I've seen them get pretty close and she's alluded to it but has never outright said anything.