Amor, tam pulcher | KTH

12| The butterfly, the cricket and the wing-man

—Now playing: Wild at heart by Lana Del Rey ✫

The dancing queens didn't stop dancing: they eventually listened to every ABBA vinyl record the bright curly-headed dancing queen owned on her shelf because her wavy-haired bibliophile dancing queen of a friend couldn't help herself—but she was helping the bright curly-headed dancing queen without even knowing.

Ultimately, the latter's father went back to his workshop. Hopped, to be exact.

At the same time, the bus drove past their neighbourhood, heading for its terminal. It was a matter of time before it passed a big grey gate, turning left to its last stop.

Behind the tall metal gate was a stone path leading to a light-brown house in the centre of a big plot. Its owners often aren't around, at least not as much as their child, their only heir who was now there with her friends. They were shared across the house, apparently according to their genders but, really, they were working. Yeah, while the dancing queens were going at it in the bright curly-headed one's living room and had recently dismissed a study hangout, the heir and her friends were working, preparing for the upcoming weeks of the campaign.

—Now playing: Friends by BTS ✫

Adrielle and Avyanna moved rooms, from the kitchen to the living room, giving the chef space to prepare dinner. The two senior high school students were working on the cheerleading team they wanted to create for the school's basketball team. They were as busy as their guy friends completing their tasks a few meters away in the study room on the main floor. Unlike the girls, they were a lot more unserious especially because among them was Jungkook who decided to take on the role of the comedian of the group causing his friends to laugh nonstop.

Their task was to create the flyers so now they were browsing the internet, looking for inspiration and judging the ones they didn't find fit or appealing. If Adrielle were to be there with them, she would've regretted even mentally objecting to Jungkook's statement about not wanting to participate in what he considered the 'boring' part of this operation because indeed he wasn't fit for it.

Jimin was at the computer, Taehyung had scribbled a little nothing on a piece of paper while Jungkook was slightly bent over between the two, leaning on the back of Jimin's chair.

—Now playing: Boys with fun by BTS ✫

"Gosh! This has the potential of being an ad for condoms!" he exclaimed, pointing at the screen while Taehyung leaned closer and Jimin scrunched his face. "What the fuck? How so?"

"Like... look at the decorations. They are so disgusting they make you hate babies and therefore having them as well," he causally explained, causing Jimin's face to scrunch even more and Taehyung to simply laugh, expressing his confusion differently.

"It literally has the look of the aftermath of a baby swallowing a unicorn and having terrible indigestion only to throw up rainbows and shit glittery cupcakes," he explained even further, pointing at the screen as he did so.

"What the fuck?" Taehyung wholeheartedly laughed, "You have a very creative mind up there, Jungkook"

"Please, Kook. Shut up. We're supposed to be printing the flyers out by now—" Jimin firmly spoke after failing to derive some sense from all that.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah. Hold on there. I thought they told us to look for templates, not fully take over the creation. Or did we suddenly forget that we're working with Adrielle, Adrielle Hawthorne? The Adrielle Hawthorne and not some buggy doppelganger?"

"Jungkook, oh my, God. They are just flyers, it's not that serious—"

"Fuck yes, it is. Y'all forgot who I'm talking about? We've worked with her on various school projects, simple school projects, and she can be not just a stick in the fucking ass but a full plank. In fact, this girl sets your whole ass on fire. Fucking fireworks out of your asshole. New Year's night typa shit." His friends couldn't help but laugh at his hilarious and dramatic description of their friend.