My 2 Moons

Chapter Three

Ming snickers from where he's stretching as Yo walks in, rubbing his eyes. Ming nudges Third, who looks up and lets out a small laugh at Yo's irritated pout as he tosses his bag against the wall and sits down.

"Bad night?" Third asks, scooting over so Yo can start stretching.

"I spent all night waiting for Pha. Fell asleep the second I got home, forgot I was wearing my contacts and my eyes burn." He whines a little as he starts stretching.

"Do you not have your glasses?" Ming asks, now worried. Yo nods motioning to his bag.

"Just didn't want to wear them." He admits.

"Don't be stupid Yo." Third gets up and  goes over to the wall, grabbing his bag and making his way back over to them. He sits down grabbing Yo's glasses case, contact case and his medicated eye drops from the bag.

"Little dr.third now are you?" Ming teases, only laughing at the glare both boys shoot him. Third pulls Yo closer to him opening the contacts case.

"Take them out. Now." Yo whines.

"I look ugly with my glasses."

"No you don't. And even if you did, I'd rather you still have eyes for the glasses to be useful." He holds the contact case up. "Take. Them. Out."

Yo sighs, giving in and carefully taking out his contacts, wincing every few moments. Once the case is closed and back in his bag, Third sits up on his knees to help Yo with his eye drops. He can hear whispers around him and the door being shut, but he focuses on the task at hand. Once he slips Yo's glasses onto his nose, he puts everything back into the bag.

"No contacts for a week, don't make me call your dad." Third threatens, putting the bag back against the wall. When he turns back around, all three doctors are staring at them. Beam in amusement as he looks between them, and Pha. Pha in shock, his eyes trained on Yo who's now blinking innocently behind his glasses trying to get used to them again. Kit, his eyes trained on Third, in something akin to wonder or curiosity.

Third waves at them before sitting next to Ming. Ming leans over, his eyes still on the doctors.

"Is it me, or is P'Pha going to eat our little Yo alive?" He whispers to Third, who glances between Yo and Pha. Third laughs a little, watching as  Pha leaves in a huff, followed quickly by Kit and Beam.

"I think he finally recognized him." Third agrees, both of them breaking down into laughter even at Yo's confused stare.

~

Third groans, plopping in between Ming and Yo on their lunch break.

"Remind me why we're doing this again?" He complains, rolling out his neck.

"I'm doing it because I look pretty." Ming admits, laughing as Yo throws a piece of paper at him.

"Pretty my ass. I'm pretty. Third's pretty. You? No." He teases, stretching out his stuff back. Ming opens his mouth to start an argument, but before he can get another word out, Beam and Kit walk in and over into their direction.

"Here." Beam holds out a lunch box and a pink milk to Yo, who looks up at him in confusion.

"For me, P'Beam?" Yo asks, taking the items from the older man.

"Yeah for him, what about us Phi?" Ming drapes himself over Third, giving Beam the best puppy eyes he can. Beam just rolls his eyes in exasperation.

"You can get your own lunch. Besides, I didn't get it for him." Bean looks back at Yo. "Pha did."

Yo's face lights up for a second before frowning a little. "Didn't he get everyone else lunch too?"

"No." Beams stuffs his hands in his pockets. "Just you." He smiles when Yo's face brightens again, opening the lunch box. Kit shakes his head sighing inwardly before turning to the other boys. He holds out two cups, one full of an orange liquid, the other one clear and sparkling.

"For us?" Ming asks, sitting up straight.

"Can't have my juniors getting dehydrated." Kit responds, giving each of them one of the drinks. "But Beam's right. Feed yourselves." He snips, even as they both look up at him in wonder.

"Thank you, P'Kit." Third smiles softly. Kit returns his smile slightly, before seeming to catch himself and returning to his cool, emotionless expression.

"We'll stop bugging you now." Beam ruffles Yo's hair, and after laughing at the squeak of protest Yo makes, they make their way over to sit with Pha again. Only moments later, Forth sits in front of them, placing a lunch in front of Ming and Third, and stealing Yo's for himself.

"What was that about?" Forth asks in confusion.

"Oh just P'Pha being an idiot." Third responds, taking a sip of his drink.

"Hey!" Yo explains around a bite of food. "My P'Pha is not an idiot!" He whines when Forth flicks him in the head.

"Don't talk with your mouth full brat." Forth says before taking a bite of his own food. They laugh and eat their lunch, all of them oblivious to the three pairs of eyes watching their every move closely.

~

"N'Yo." A voice calls as the three boys exit the practice room. They see Pha leaning up against the wall as they all look up at him.

"Y-Yes P'Pha?" Yo asks, his voice sweet and eyes wide. Ming rolls his eyes and Third stifles a laugh at how innocent and gooey Yo becomes around Pha. The older boy gives him a smile before looking at Third and Ming.

"Do you mind if I take him off your hands?" He asks, already grabbing Yo's arm even without a straight answer. Ming opens his mouth but Third just pinches his arm causing him to pout.

"Not at all, Phi. Just make sure he returns home safely?" Third asks, his eyes pointed. Pha can't help the laugh that escapes him at the obvious protection in the boy's eyes.

"Of course I will. Don't worry about him." Pha throws his arm over Yo's shoulders, leading the flustered boy off even as Yo turns around to silently curse out his best friends who just betrayed him. Both innocently wave at Yo, snickering silently.

"What was that for?" Ming asks once they're out of sight. "We had dinner plans with him."

"Yes." Third turns to Ming tilting his head a little. "But Pha taking care of Yo means..." he trails off, hoping Ming will pick up the pieces.

"Means...?" Ming asks, obviously in need of clarification. Third just sighs and shakes his head, walking down the stairs. "Wait Third! What does it mean?!" He rushes down the stairs after him.

~

"Oooooh that's what it means." Ming holds Thirds hand as they walk into the movie theater on an impromptu date. Third squeezes his hand swinging their arms slightly.

"No Yo means Date night." Third says, walking up to the counter. He ordered the tickets for their movies, along with a popcorn and large soda to split. Ming takes the popcorn, Third grabbing their drink. They turn around running almost face first into Forth, Beam, and Kit.

"No yo again?" Beam asks, a knowing smirk on his face.

"P'Pha grabbed him after practice. What are you guys doing here?" Third says, taking a piece of popcorn from Ming.

"Killing time till Pha comes back for the doctor's study session. What are you guys seeing?" Forth peeks at Thirds ticket and then moves around them to get the others' tickets and snacks. Third looks at Ming in annoyance.

"I know." Ming sighs, shaking his head before he sees the two doctors eyeing them weirdly, especially Kit. They're saved from the awkwardness by Forth returning, and leading them into the theatre.

Third and Ming get separated by Forth during the entire show, Third seated between Forth and Kit, angrily sipping at his drink, and Ming at the very end, pathetically munching on popcorn. When Forth offers to take everyone out for dinner at the end of the movie, Third had finally had enough.

"We're just gonna pick up take out and go back to the dorm. You guys have fun though!" He grabs Ming's wrist and stomps off to his car, Ming happily following with a wide smile, taking the keys from Third to drive them home.