desire

열셋.

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"WANNA GO TO THE POOL TOMORROW?!" san asked, almost squealing when he came up with the idea.

"shit," yunho groaned, "san, i swear to god if your rich boy ass rents a damn pool for this shit i'm not going. you've had us busy! i also have work tomorrow."

"damn, sorry broke college student cashier," he rolled his eyes, "not my fault you don't have money."

"i do," yunho sighs, "i just don't spend it on useless shit like you do. if even possible, i'd be richer than your spoiled ass right now."

"in your dreams, big boy." san hissed.

"stop speaking about money," ellie pouted, her eyes threatening to fall closed, "making me feel like a broke college student who works as a bobarista.."

"let's get you to bed, sweetcakes," san stood up, giving ellie a hand.

"i don't want to get up," she slurred, her eyes fluttering.

"you're acting drunk, c'mon babe," he hoisted her up and brought her into her room, placing her down on her bed gently, tucking her in before turning on her nightlight and kissing her forehead. "have a goodnight sweets~"

"night sannie."

after san had closed the door, she drifted off into wonderland.

~ he returned with a smile, lying down on the floor. "she's a sweet soul," san hummed, "give her a chance, teddy retriever."

yunho gagged, "good lord if you don't leave me the fuck alone, i will stab both of your eyes out."

"i agree," jongho nodded, "for the life of me i hate people, but i can tell she's a good person. from looks to personality."

"OOOH~~~ JONGHO~~~" wooyoung grimaced at the youngest boy, "I SMELL ROMANCE~"

"i will headlock you, you want that?" he threatened, "you've experienced it once, wanna do it again?"

"okay, fine." wooyoungs lips pursed into a thin line. "i swear you like her though.." he murmured.

"you two seem to like her so much," yunho pointed at woosan, "yet have you heard us teasing you about it?"

"PFFFFFFT!" wooyoung laughed, "i only flirt with her because it shows how comfortable i am with her! don't get me wrong, i love her but not in that way!"

"she's the cutest, sweetest, prettiest, most innocent soul ever," san gushed, "but i don't like her in that way. she's just cute to tease."

"so sad that she has to put up with your annoying faces," yeosang sighed, overhearing their convo. "is she really that innocent? i mean.."

"in terms of speaking, no," san stated, "but her mind is. her soul is. she refuses to watch any type of porn or shit, or any gore like scenes. she does watch horror movies for a living though."

"is she even human?" yeosang lisped, biting his lip.

"yeah," san looked at him, "unlike your emo, bitch-deprived ass."

"i'd rather get off myself rather than have a girl i little to don't fucking know at all, suck me off just to leave me the next day." he groaned, "you're only bitch-deprived 'cause you have wooyoung. 'amicus ad aras!'" he mocked.

"wooyoung is not a bitch!" the dark-haired gasped, "sometimes he is, but hey! i do get bitches kang yeosang!"

"might i remind you," yeosang glared, "i'm fucking older than you."

"yunho, you, wooyoung, mingi and i are literally born in the same year. what the fuck are you on." san retorted.

"think month-wise, yunho is the eldest and i'm older than you, so shut up and use your brain, if you even have something sitting inside of that empty skull." he spat.

"damn," wooyoung snorted, "that's one way to call someone dumb. we all know that mingi is the dumbest though."

"he's just slow, poor guy." yunho looked at mingi who sat staring into space. "SONG MINGI!"

"holy mother of jesus," mingi jumped, holding a hand over his chest and swiping his hair back, "don't do that, nearly gave me a heart attack."

"you don't speak, what's on your mind?" the tallest asked, being the good best friend to mingi that he is.

"i'm just wondering," he started, "we say we set things on fire, but nothing is on fire. the fire is on things."

"y'know what," yunho turned his head away, "you're my best friend and i appreciate you, but i shouldn't have asked. sleep and shut off that mind of yours."

"it's true though!" mingi exclaimed, "also, dora told me that the scientific name for blue is azul!"

"mingi," jongho sighed, "want me to help you sleep?" he clenched his fist, looking at him.

"mOOOOM!" mingi shouted.

"for fucks sake," seonghwa sat up from his position and looked at mingi next to him, grabbing his hair and pulling his head down onto the pillow. "shut your damn eyes and sleep. if not i'll actually have jongho knock you out."

"seonghwa, our beloved mother," wooyoung cooed, "being so lovely towards his dumbest son."

"jongho, would you mind head-locking him for me?" seonghwa murmured, head resting comfortably against his pillow.

"HEY NO!" wooyoung yelled.

hongjoong sat unbothered by his laptop, mixing a few sounds and samples, trying to make something good out of the music samples.

"do you think this is okay?" he nudged yunho, playing the track.

the upbeat sounds made yunho move, eliciting a chuckle from hongjoong. "more than okay! i love it!"

"really? i'm considering making this into something for us. or for you to dance to with mingi and the others." he smiled.

"as expected," yunho smiled, wrapping an arm around hongjoongs shoulder and pulling him in, "our amazing captain always has good ideas in mind. i'd love to hear it once it's done."

"i think i'll get jongho and seonghwa to help too, maybe mingi as well. throw in some voices too to give it a vibe, y'know? you could help too!" the split-dyed hair was no longer facing yunho. "you have an amazing voice too! you could put it to use!"

"ah, is that so..?" yunho sheepishly smiled, "i'm not that good.. joong."

"you are!" he exclaimed, "i've heard you sing in your room before! irony by christopher, was it? you sounded so good! put that singing voice of yours to use, yunho."

"i'll put it into consideration, thanks though."