Odd Ones Out

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It was yet another Friday evening, seven boys piled on top of one another in one semi-cramped living room. To any outsider, this may seem like a nightmare but it was their norm. Hosting small get-togethers in one of the four dorms they shuffle through subconsciously became a routine for them. A way to ease off the stress from their frantic everyday lives at college, if you will. That's the type of energy Seonghwa tries to promote, anyways, but he always gets called an "overly sentimental bitch." Damn.

They're currently lounging in Mingi and Yunho's dorm, snacking on pizza and beer with some stupid horror film playing in the background. But of course Mingi just has to break the closest thing to peace they'll ever achieve as he suddenly taps on Wooyoung's shoulder expectantly. "So, Young-ah, how are you feeling about meeting Sannie this weekend?"

"..Sannie? As in San? The dude I replaced?" he asks, similar to a parrot repeating whatever bullshit its owner says. "Yah, you didn't replace him, Wooyoung. You're your own person and we all va-"

"Like I said, overly sentimental bit.. Ow! Who the hell threw that?" Yunho squawks, gaining both snickers from a few others and a pointed glare from Hongjoong. "Shut up," Seonghwa interrupts, "as I was saying, just because you're a newer addition to the group doesn't mean you're a replacement. San was just abroad and now he's back. And I'm sure he'll love you. It's as simple as that, no?"

"Uh, yeah sure, except for the part where nobody told me he's coming back now! Especially this soon, what the fuck?" he stammers, uneasiness forcefully making its way into his body. Seonghwa's words were comforting but not nearly enough to wash out the bundle of nerves he felt. "Oh. We didn't?" Mingi asks.

"Are you fucking stupid? Nevermind, you are. We were supposed to tell him tomorrow so he wouldn't, like, freak out. And now he's, like, freaking out!" Yeosang groans, drowsy but not enough to rid of his argumentative side. Jongho snorts and pulls him closer to calm his boyfriend down.

"Where is he even gonna stay? He's gonna live at the dorms, right? Is he gonna room with one of us? Fuck, did I steal his room?" Wooyoung's eyes widen at the realization. "I'm into being thrown around a.. little, not being fucking beat up! Oh fuck, is he strong?"

"Okay, calm your titties, guys. Wooyoung, to answer your questions, yes he will, most likely yes, no you did not, nobody needs to know that, and yes, he is. But he's also a calm, mostly rational person – unlike a majority of you all – who does not beat people up." Hongjoong says, taking on his role of the father. "I actually had to talk to you about something but seeing your... current state, It'll just have to wait for tomorrow. We're all tipsy, anyways."

"Hm? What, don't tell me he's gonna be moving into our dorm." Wooyoung jokes. However, his laughter quickly comes to a halt as nobody else joins in. "..Are you fucking with me right now?" he blinks. "That's not even possible, Joong lives with me! There's no space." the small boy splutters out.

"Right, well, Hwa's roommate is moving out and I've been talking to my counselor about moving in with him. Should be good to go." Hongjoong nods, providing no look of humor Wooyoung so desperately searches for.

"So you're gonna ditch me with this fucking- crazily nice m-macho man!" Wooyoung spits, unable to put his utter disbelief into words. "Just to live happily ever after with your boyfriend? No offense, Hwa."

"Well, yeah. But I obviously put more thought into it than just this, Woo. You need change and you also need support. More support than I'm able to currently give you." Hongjoong says in an attempt to calm Wooyoung down. It's not working so well.

"San's a really nice guy, you know." Jongho throws in half-assedly. "And, ya know, it is about time you moved on. Maybe Sannie could help you with that, no?" he teases. "Oh FUCK no! Don't even say that, oh my god! You're gonna fucking curse me, or something!"

Seonghwa rolls his eyes and scoffs. "You don't even know him, Wooyoung. At least meet him before making any judgments. I don't even know why you don't like him but you have no reason to." Wooyoung only groans at the fact he's right before flopping onto the couch hopelessly, hitting Mingi mid-fall. "Dude, ow!"

"Alright, guys, just go to bed." Hongjoong calls out. "Wooyoung, sleep on it, okay? I mean, not that you really have a choice, but just don't be a petty little bitch, understand? He did nothing to you. If anyone were to treat you right, it'd be San." Wooyoung could only roll his eyes at that. He really hoped God would have some sympathy for him and maybe allow him to never wake up. Yeah, that'd be nice right about now.

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a/n – wsn brainrot, boredom, a headache and 50 mins later here we are.. i didn't plan anything before this but i have a pretty good idea of where i want this to go so lets hope i actually finish it lmao. not sure if this'll be liked but please lmk if you think it's worth continuing! thank you thank you <3