Everything is Pure Fiction

3.5

Wonho's eyes widened, his brows raised more than humanly possible and his lips formed an "O", but not a sound came out.

Hyungwon gave Kihyun a thunderous slap on the back. "Kihyun, my boy!" And gave him a thumbs up.

Shownu scratched his chin and picked at a stubble, "That wasn't as bad Hyungwon's". He looked uneasy where he sat and started to look around. He wanted to look at something else that wasnt the coffee table, or the pile of printed fanfiction that was dauntigly still too thick, nor the boys, or Kihyun and Hyungwon's stressed out faces.

Jooheon stood up and went to the kitchen to down gulps of water as if its the strongest liquor that they had. He opened the fridge and took out the brandy that Changkyun has been keeping for special events and the cold Chinese food.

Usually Changkyun would object to someone touching his brandy, but this time he didnt. Maybe because it was Jooheon, maybe he needed something stronger. He just sat there looking at all his hyungs slowly lose their minds.

The writing or whatever was written wasnt really that bad. It wasnt as invasive as the other fanfiction turned out to be. (Changkyun is a little bit scarred from coming across those kinds of things. On some days, he can perfectly see the disturbing images burned into his brain and stops him from being able to write.) He is happy with what he found.

"Changkyun-ah," Wonho lifted his head from the couch and looked around trying to find Changkyun. "How did you find these? And what was the reason that you needed to translate it for us to read?"

"Oh!" interjected Kihyun. "How was my English?"

"A lot better," said Changkyun. "And Hyungwon-hyung. You have gotten a lot better too."

"As for the stories – I need something to write and I got bored. So, I type in 'MONSTA X' on asjkgvfd sjhbfgas —"

"Excuse me, where?" asked Minhyuk.

"Ajsdmnacdfasf..." mumbled Changkyun again.

"1." Minhyuk started. "2. Stop mumbling."

"Wattpad and Archives of Our Own." Changkyun cleared his throat.

"I don't understand what kids are up to these days," said Hyungwon, the resident old man. He was still looking at his pile for some reason. A corner was already getting damp with moisture. Changkyun noticed this but he really didnt say anything.

Everyone else was silent. Everyone had their copies beside them but all of them were facing down and no one was attempting to look at theirs.

Shownu reached over the coffee table, grabbed the bottle and poured some in his cup. He offered everyone else if they wanted some. Wonho raised his dry cup and gave it a little shake. "Just for tonight."

He poured him one, clinked their bottles. "Cheers!" and emptied the glass as fast as they have filled it.

"Ok! I'll read next!"