Excerpt:
"Welcome to hell plebes. For the next four weeks besides attending classes, you are going to be eating, breathing, sleeping Sotus House."
Noh elbowed the handsome boy beside him in the stomach and whispered harshly in his ear, "What the hel...
"This is fucking Saturday isn't it?" Quinn asked confused to as why it seemed half the house was in their kitchen at barely 8am. He enjoyed Saturday mornings because he could run down to the kitchen in said boxers and make his coffee without seeing anyone because everyone slept in. He was only up because he had to meet S at the lab to complete a project.
"I'm a Doctor Who fan, too."
[A/N-I did not sneak a photo of Quinn in his boxers (I do have some morals and boundaries...a few) I stole this off the internet. Â You're welcome!]
Quinn glanced down at what he was wearing and could feel his cheeks heat up. His brother had sent the boxers to him as a joke, but he wasn't going to throw a perfectly good pair of boxers away. It wasn't like anyone was going to see them other than these assholes and now this brat. Fuck his life.
"Here, Cariño." Cee shoved a plate full of amazing looking and smelling food in Quinn's hands. "Also, coffee black."
"Do you live here now? Why am I always tripping over you?" Although annoyed that his routine was disturbed Quinn found himself taking the offered food and drink to the table and sitting next to a sweet looking kid he didn't recognize.
"Hi, I'm Mick."
"Quinn," he grunted taking a bite of the food and moaning over the flavors.
"This is the guy I was telling you about, Mick. My Cariño. He's playing hard to get," Cee said with a wink towards Quinn.
Quinn choked on the sip of coffee he had just taken. What did he just say?
"I'm playing at what now?"
"You like me Cariño. You just don't want to admit it."
"Don't flatter yourself, brat. I don't like anyone." Quinn finished his plate of food and pushed it towards Cee. Draining the last of the coffee he turned the cup around in his hands. "What no poem?" he asked without thinking.
Cee grinned at him. "I didn't know I would be seeing you, but here." Taking the cup from Quinn he quickly wrote something on the cup and handed it back to Quinn. "Read it when you get back to your room. It was lovely seeing you, cupcake."
Quinn stumbled to his feet and fled the kitchen. His heart was not beating faster then normal, and he did not have a little smile on his face. Â Who was he trying to fool anymore? Â When Quinn arrived at his room he took a look at the cup and laughed.
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Yes, he fucking saw him. Â What the hell was he supposed to do now?
I'm leaving this as a short update because it doesn't really fit with the next part coming up and well I thought Quinn in his boxers needed his own chapter. Â Let's hope he doesn't kill me. Â Remember, puddin pop, you love your Noona! Â
More Mick-Ohm, Phun-Noh, Hell's Princes and party shenanigans (so you know Bright will be all up in it) coming up next so stay tuned. Â And as always my lovelies thank you for reading and giving SH your love. Â It really means a lot.
