[redacted]'s short adventurere

The Invite

Parked and ready.

That was how their minivan was sitting at the curb of the street, awaiting for its passengers' arrival any time now, if only the kids knew how to get their ass ready quicker.

"Yoon Jeonghan! Chan!" their manager called out for them, impatiently stomping his foot in the foyer, waiting for these little boys to hurry themselves up. The front door stood cracked with his arm barricading the space between, the daft wind of the apartment complex's hallway crawled past the slot, whisking the manager's bangs upon his eyebrows. His measle t-shirt did little to protect the exposed skin on his body, and the contagious infection that was dubbed Chillz, slowly, slowly started its poison up his lanky limps. With the apartment's heat bill flying past his face and making sweet love with the brick airs of late November, it's safe to say he was more than a little bit annoyed.

"Will yall demon boys get finished already?!"

The leader of the pack called back, "We're coming!"

He had only just pulled up his loose denim jeans up his meaty thighs. His top was bare for the whole world to see. And they just might, because with the clutter of mess that was his room, it was hard to tell if he'd ever find one to clothe himself in. His hair was parted in three different directions, and his breath honestly still stank. His face scrunched after smelling his own voice just now, and he made a mental reminder, that he was for sure to forget, to pop some gum into his mouth once they got into the car.

Young Joshua walked into the room. "Jisoo, have you seen my hoodie?"

Joshua gave a dazed look his way at his request and went back to attending his own business.

"No. Why would I? Have you seen my hentai socks?" Joshua's voice was soft yet gravelled like tires on asphalt with sleep. His mind seemed be clouded with sleep as well, as his body swayed like the ocean when the moon is low.

Seungcheol rolled his eyes at his response, sighing but then choking on his morning breath a second later. His jeans were on now, but now that he thinks about it... where are is boxers?

Seokmin, the vocalist, made his entrance not a minute later. He seemed to be in the opposite predicament of Seungcheol's. His torso was well clothed, almost too well clothed...

Was there really a need for him to put on a skin tight crop top over a size small turquois sweater, knowing damn well that he was a size large? His armpits looked like they were going to lose circulation at any point. What ever muscles he had were piercing through the material, and the skin on his wrists/forearms was turning bright red from the friction.

This plus the fact that he had his balls out? Mess.

He gave an unimpressed glance towards the other men in the room as he walked towards the dresser where all their hats sat. He pulled out a "Come to Daddy" hat and made an Obama's 'Not Bad' face at it.

Seokmin walked past the boys again, cockily throwing his hat over his head before mockingly adressing them. "Can y'all hurry it up, dangnabbit? The rest of the younglings are nearly totally done been diddly dressed. We can't make the gyal wait any much longer."

The guys rolled their eyes at Seokmin's behaviour. He always acted like this whenever the manager announced when they were to meet up with someone special. But he wasn't fooling anyone at the dorms. He's a loser just like the rest of them.

"We have 5 minutes!"

A cumulative of voices bellowed out in response, and you could easily feel a shift in the air as the dorm room vibrated in haste. Feet stomped from one room to the next. Multiple voices echoed from the bathroom asking hurried questions, mumbled over the toothbrushed many held in thier mouths.

Pants were thrown, socks were lost, shirts were ripped -- you name it. Soon enough man after man tumbled out past the front doorway, and chaos was spread throughout the apartment building. Several ran down the side stairways to reach the main door, while others stood patiently yet impatiently for the elevator to land.

And with 11 seconds to spare, nearly all of the boys were seated inside either one of two not-so-mini vans with a faculty member of the company's choice.

Everyone were out of breath. Some were even breaking a sweat which completely demolished the point of their early morning shower. They were a little pissed that they would arrive at [Redacted]'s house a little less presented than they would have liked, but nonetheless they were glad to finally be inside a car, leisurely cruising down the fastway from Seoul to Wisconsin.

The ride to their destination took about three minutes. What a drag. But once they were parked in front of the white painted house, accented with glazed black railings, they knew that the time spent riding was well spent.

"Alright, everyone get out!" Called the pack leader. Everyone bustled out from the vans in command, and hurried to the front door of the abode.

"I'm so excited," spoke a jittery Seungkwan, melodramatically holding his fists to his chest in anxiousness.

The time to meet Her was here, and they couldn't wait much longer to do so. Finally, Junhui raised his finger and rang the doorbell.

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"H-hello?"

Minutes passed since Jun rang the bell, and honestly, even though there were 14 of them huddled into huge ball of testosterone, it was getting beyond chilly at this point.

Soonyoung moved to ring the bell again. This time ringing multiple times. He rang about 16 times in a row. Now they were getting pissed.

Thughao banged on the door with his fist.

"Hello?! [Redacted]? Are you in there?!" He hollered. At the lack of response the boys erupted into a boisterous commotion. Numerous "Hey!"s and "hello?!"s and "you in there?!"s were thrown. It went on for a full 14 seconds before one of [Redacted]'s neighboor came out to scold the boys for their noise. They hushed immediately.

"Sorry, ma'am. We're just looking for [Redacted] and her family. Have you seen them around?" inquired the quieter ones of the bunch, Wonwoo. He spoke in such a sincere and apologetic tone that the middle-aged woman instantly softened her face.

"[Redacted]? Oh, you mean little miss Amanda. What a sweet little thing. Well shes out shopping with her friends 🅱amanda, 🅿amanda, and Manda. They left at around 11am, so they should be back any time now," her expression and tonicity showed obvious sympathy, and her next question sealed the cake of the most generous lady found of the lands of the earth. "Would you like to sit inside my home while you wait?"

Just as they were about to collectively respond, the sound of a tire screeching against asphalt temporarily blasted their eardrums out their skulls.

"Wait!"

The men and the lady turned their heads to the action behind them, witness a smol, lanky latina spring from within a moving Toyota. She barrel rolled along the sidewalk, coming to halt just before the pairs of feet stood in front of her miniature house.

She stood up quickly, revealing her tan-skinned, full-lipped face framed behind beautiful, lush brown tresses. She grinned with animation, showing off her pearly white teeth entrapped between thin, silver chunks of metal. There she was. Amanda Quinonez.

"Y'all waited for long?"