certificate of failure

in case you didnt read it- warning- swearing(every where ), character death, bad grammar, small rang e of vocabulary, long sentences that are annoying, blood i think, kpop, koreans, chinese people, bad sex jokes huehue & homOSEXUALITY OK SCREW THE FUCK OFF SORry (not sorry()

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Lay ponders about the use of certificates and decides that the concept of it is actually pretty fucking stupid.

A piece of paper to remind him of his good results, to remind him of that stupid dance he came up with that actually got first place. He was awarded with a certificate. A certificate of hilarity he'll probably remember for a lifetime.

Yet he doesn't understand.

That piece of paper might let him get into university, or some fancy dance school in Korea. A piece of fucking paper.

He doesn't get it, and probably never will.

Throughout his life, he's been presented with many certificates of no-one-cares. For his studies, for his club activities, for performances - even the ones where he didn't win anything. It's stupid, he thinks, how people treat a pretty (sometimes ugly) piece of paper with such high regard. Getting a girlfriend is kind of a big deal. Oh, hey, you got a girlfriend? Wow! Here, have a piece of paper with words printed on it! It's called a certificate! Oh hey buddy, look at what I just got! A certificate of acheivement for getting a girlfriend!

Fucking hilarious. Joke of the century. Says who? Lay, of course. A pity he's gay.

He thinks this, because he's walking through the gates of that fancy dance school in Korea which he got in by that idiotic certificate while pulling his bulky luggage behind him. Stupid. They didn't even see him dance once. Just a certificate and bam. Fucking scholarship stuffed up his ass. Idiots.

He sashays through the glass doors and speaks to the pretty female seated at the desk. Her name is Luna, she says. Is a teacher for Jazz, she says. Hopes to see him soon in her classes, she fucking says. A pity he's not into Jazz and her ugly ass. Hah. He doesn't say that though. Woman who thinks she's the shit needs to get a clue. Luna searches for his name in the funny looking computer and prints out his time table for him.

Lay flashes a smile too big and scurries off to find his dorm. He's sharing a room with some kid he doesn't know the name of. Being the idiot he is, he struts into the room without knocking and catches a glimpse of pale skin and lean muscles pulling a shirt over a head of golden locks before slamming the door shut when the golden haired piece of glory sees him and tilts his head in confusion whilst half naked.

He opens the door again a few seconds later to a tall boy in an ugly Christmas sweater and sweatpants full of lint. Pretty boy in ugly clothes greets him with a smile, and Lay greets back with a smile just as big. Pretty boy in ugly clothes introduces himself as Oh Sehun. Lay introduces himself as Lay me on the bed and fuck me hard. He doesn't say that. He just tells him he's Lay and he's from China. Sehun whistles in response and tells him he's claimed the top of the bunk bed and the white study table infront of the tiny window. He spends the rest of the day unpacking and getting to know the blonde.

Sehun is 19 years old. Sehun is a prat. Sehun got in through auditions. Sehun likes bubble tea. Sehun has a tiny lisp when he gets nervous. Sehun got dared to bleach his hair.

"So, Lay, this is a little early to ask, seeing that we just met today, but are you into chicks or dicks?" Sehun asks, half jokingly while rummaging through his bag for more crisps he'd snuck in.

I'm into your pale little ass, Lay thinks. He doesn't say that though. He never does say his thoughts aloud. He pretends to think for awhile, and answers with a What do you think?

Sehun retorts with a snort and says he thinks Lay's gay. Lay thinks it's funny because it rhymes. And because it's true.

Lay falls off the chair laughing.