"This was such a bad idea." Wooyoung says, flopping back in defeat. There you all are, sitting around Wooyoung's surprisingly large living room coffee table. Though to be honest, his parents can afford a private chef, so it's not all that surprising. But all of you, excluding Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and San, who all graduated last year, are trying to puzzle your way through Mr. Kim's notorious take-home AP Physics midterm. "Why did we take this? Who thought this was a good idea?"
"It was Yunho." Jongho says, half glaring at Yunho.
"Hey, we did this because we thought we would get favored." Yunho defends himself as he starts to erase all his answers on his scantron for the third time tonight.
"Hongjoong?" You say, moving closer to where he is seated on the couch with Seonghwa and San, all watching something on his phone. "Please, can't you just give us a hint or something?" You plead.
But Hongjoong's eyes don't even flicker away from the screen before he replies, "Not happening. Just because I'm his son, and I know exactly where in my house the answer key is, I just...don't seem to want to give it to you." You, too, flop back in sheer disappointment.
"Alright. That's it. I'm breaking into his house." Yeosang decides, standing up, bolting for the door. That gets Hongjoong's attention as he sits upwards with lighting speed. Panicked, he glances at the group of you.
"He's not actually going to do that, right?" He asks, his voice cracking slightly.
"No, he'll definitely do it." Jongho says, stone cold. The two of them look at each other in silence.
Hongjoong thinks for a moment before hitting an open hand on San's chest, "Keys."
"What?" San replies, sitting up too.
"Your keys. I need them. I have to catch that bastard."
"Oh, uh, here, okay." San rifles through his cargo pocket before he pulls out a small keychain. The keys rattle against the Shiba Inu charm that decorates the set. Hongjoong gets up, darting to the front door with a speed you've never seen him use before. "Hey! Be careful! I just got her polished–" San sighs, not even bothering to finish his warning. "He probably won't wreck it, right?"
"Yeah, probably not." Seonghwa says, placing a hand on San's back, trying to comfort him.
"Probably." Jongho scoffs under his breath before scratching in another answer.
"What's with you tonight?" Mingi asks, looking disapprovingly at Jongho.
"His date totally bailed on him. If...he wasn't making it all up in the first place." Wooyoung mentions, sitting back up.
"That sucks. I'm sorry." Yunho says, frowning slightly.
"She wasn't made up. She just got sick, that's all. The formal's a day away, and she had to cancel on me. Why don't you think I can get a date, Wooyoung!? What the hell!?"
"It's not that I don't think you can get a date... I guess I just don't see you ever flirting with anyone." Wooyoung replies, flipping to the next page in the twenty-page packet.
"I'm just not a slut like you." Jongho retorts, smirking.
"I'm sorry, you wanna say that again to me?"
"Oh, my bad. I forgot you can't hear for crap... I'll be a little louder next time, grandpa!"
"You little–" With that, Wooyoung tackles Jongho, and next thing you know, they are rolling around on Wooyoung's heathered carpet, trying to land a solid hit. The rest of you sigh, turning your attention back to the test. You all continue, trying to ignore the pandemonium in the distance. It's then that the chaos is interrupted by the doorbell.
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