the dragon's happily ever after ⋆ p.js | ✔

nine

Reclined into a corner of Jeno and Jaemin's couch, you happily munched on your snack, feet propped up in Jaemin's lap. Everyone was meeting at their apartment for a video game night, and you were still waiting on a couple more to arrive before you could officially start your mess of a tournament. Everyone's schedules fluctuated so much that you always planned on having at least one required full-group hangout every month. Usually the activity chosen was a bit more exotic, but after Renjun's submission for last month's "weirdly niche PowerPoint night" that was supposed to be ten minutes at most ended up being over an hour, it was decided that something easy and mundane was in order for this month. So, pizza and Super Smash Bros.

Chenle had arrived a couple minutes ago, unfortunately without his roommate. You knew that Jisung had ended up staying at the library much later than he intended—his assignment took longer than he expected to complete—but he was on his way now. The fairy was sitting sideways in an armchair, legs dangling over one arm and head supported by the other as he scrolled on his phone.

There was a knock at the front door, and Jeno got up to get it, as his roommate was currently preoccupied being your footrest. Not that the dryad seemed to mind, he was perfectly content to scold and correct Renjun from afar on how he was (apparently incorrectly) setting up the gaming system to accommodate all the additional controllers the eight of you would require to play at the same time.

Renjun was sat directly in front of the TV, bickering back with him. "Oh, you want to come get up and do it yourself, Jaemin? It's your fucking Switch anyway."

"Don't need to get up," Jaemin replied smugly, shooting a vine out to smack Renjun on the back of the head.

His reflexes were quicker than the human's, as the plant had snapped back out of Renjun's reach before he could grab it. What he was going to do with it if he got it, you didn't want to know.

"Hey!" "Hi."

You looked up from the building tension at the cheerful greetings. It had been Mark and Donghyuck at the door, the basilisk wordlessly squatting down next to Renjun to take a look at the gaming system too. You gave the newcomers a wave from your spot, which was slightly hindered by the sleeves of your oversized sweatshirt.

"I like that hoodie, Y/N." Donghyuck sat down next to Jaemin on the couch, grabbing a chip out of the large bowl on the coffee table.

"Yeah, looks comfy." Jaemin grabbed the end of the big sleeves and shook them around for emphasis. "Where'd you get it?"

"Huh?" You looked down at exactly what you were wearing. Well, shit. It was a plain black hoodie with a small simple embroidery of the brand's logo on the front. It wasn't yours, and you'd specifically worn it here so that you wouldn't forget to bring it with you to give it back to the actual owner. "Oh, I don't know, you'd have to ask Jisung, it's his."

"What?!" Donghyuck crushed his chip in his hand. Jaemin put a hand on his arm to encourage him to calm down.

"Yeah, we were hanging out yesterday and I got cold, so he let me borrow it. He accidentally left my place without it, so I've actually got to return it to him when he gets here." And that was the truth. Not even carefully chosen words, or twisting of the narrative.

Donghyuck's outburst had drawn the attention of everybody else in the living room—save for Chenle, who was still flicking through his phone.