Motherfuckers || Beomjun | Yeongyu||

Chapter 25: THE PARTY!! (more then a kiss)

As I enter my next class, a sense of nervousness washes over me. I have to go back home after the party or whatever. Even thinking about leaving the basement is bad. How am i going to live there?

Taehyun takes a seat beside me, his usual warm smile on his face. He senses my unease and leans closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "What happened?" he asks, genuine concern lacing his words.

I offer a weak smile in response, my mind preoccupied with the looming thought of leaving the basement and the uncertainties that lie ahead. "I don't want to leave taehyun... even the thought of leaving is making my nauseatic" I admit, my voice tinged with a hint of apprehension.

Taehyun's eyes soften, understanding evident in his gaze. "You always knew you had to leave one day" he says, his voice filled with empathy. "And you can come anytime... it's okay" He places a hand on my shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze. "Come on, cheer up man"

Felix enters the classroom, his presence drawing my attention. He takes a seat beside us. "Hey, what's going on, guys?" Felix's voice cut through the air, his eyes scanning our faces, searching for answers.

"oh ... nothing" taheyun says trying to change the topic "what are you going to wear tomorrow? Felix"

Felix's eyes flicker with amusement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Ah, the party. I want to wear the same color as you, Yeonjun hyung," he replies, leaning back in his seat. "I want something that stands out, you know? Something that catches everyone's attention."

His words hit me unexpectedly, and for a brief moment, a pang of hesitation runs through me. The thought of matching outfits, drawing attention to ourselves as a pair, doesn't sit quite right with me. But I quickly mask my reservations with a polite smile, not wanting to dampen the spirits of the moment.

"That sounds like a fun idea," I respond, my tone carefully neutral. Something doesn't feels very pleasant about felix's behaviour. Taehyun's expression tightens slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his face.

As the day passes, i find myself lost in the thoughts of upcoming party and my own insecurities. The star student party of 2019 was a disaster. These kids are still better than us.

***

It's the day of the event, and I find myself alone in the basement, unsure of Taehyun's whereabouts. Did he go out to shop for the party? I ponder for a moment, deciding what to wear, not wanting to draw too much attention to myself. Which is not possible anyways. I've already ruined my plan to silently complete these few months at school. With a sigh, I grab a comfortable outfit from my wardrobe and start getting ready. 

Tonight, I've decided to go for a sleek and sophisticated look, opting for a full black attire suit. The dark fabric hugs my frame, exuding an air of elegance and confidence. The crisp black blazer fits perfectly, accentuating my shoulders, while the matching trousers drape effortlessly, elongating my silhouette. No matter how much i try i can't be more casual than this. I know what type of hell this party is.

I pair the suit with a crisp white shirt, its collar neatly pressed against my neck. As I fasten the tie and adjust it with precision, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. No wonder. Huh. Completing the ensemble, I slip into a pair of polished black shoes, their lustrous surface reflecting the soft glow of the room.

As I finish adjusting my tie, I catch a glimpse of movement in the corner of my eye. I turn to see Taehyun entering the room, and my eyes widen in surprise at his choice of attire. He's wearing a musketeer costume, complete with a feathered hat, a flamboyant cape, and a rapier hanging by his side. The room is momentarily filled with a sense of theatricality as he dramatically strides in, striking a pose that captures the essence of the character.