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~08~

Jun

Minghao... Wants to talk to me? He thought as if Minghao was someone of a higher power.

And maybe to Jun, he was. He had been waiting at the corner since 11. Jun didn't plan in getting there so early as he thought he lived further than he thought. He waited about forty minutes until Minghao showed up.

"Sorry it took so long. My manager wanted to speak with me." Minghao smiled warmly. It felt nice to speak his first language.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it." Jun smiled back. "What'd you want to ask?"

"If you'd like to join me and my friends in a group. I remembered you really liked to dance and stuff." Jun noticed how Minghao was trying mot to cry. He saw the slightly shorter boys glossed over eyes, and the single test that cascaded down his cheek as Jun wiped the lone tear with his thumb.

"I mean, it's fine if you don't want to. You don't have to.. I just- I remembered you loved dancing and I remember how you told me about how it helped to forget your-"

"I'd love to, Ming." Jun smiled.

Minghao repeated the action.

"Should we maybe head to where your friends are at?" Jun asked.

"Let's go this way. It's quicker." Minghao lead Jun down a back alley way And then to a front door. Minghao lifted up the mat and grabbed a pair of keys. He searched for the right one, and then unlocked the door.

"Minghao, is that you?" Jun heard a woman's voice.

"No, it's a robbery." Minghao said, clear sarcasm in his voice.

"Ooh, what you gonna steal?" A small child voice was heard.

"All of your souls and I'm going to harness them for power to become the best looking man alive." Minghao plopped down next to a red haired boy and cuddled up to him.

"So, Ming, who is this?" The Red haired male popped up.

"This, is Jun. He just moved here from China." Minghao explained quickly.

"Hello." Jun said in Chinese.

The eleven men looked confused.

"He said hi. Jun, you gotta use Korean. None of them understand Chinese."

"But.. I don't know Korean.." Jun looked down at the floor ashamed.

"Don't be sad. I can be your personal translator until you get the hang of Korean." Minghao offered.

"Thanks." Jun smiled, and Minghao smiled back.

"Stop speaking Chinese! We can't understand it!" The tallest one, Jun noticed, blurted sending the whole bunch into loud laughs.

"Oh, these are my friends. Jun doesn't under much Korean yet, so..." Minghao trailed off, not needing to explain the rest.

The group introduced themselves in the best Chinese they could, and what Jun didn't understand, Minghao translated.

Jun got along well with everyone and Minghao was happy for that.

"Minghao, a word please." Soonyoung, Jun soon realized the two were together but weren't yet official, or even together. They were just aware of the others feelings.

It was a bit hard to talk to the eleven boys who sat everywhere around him.

He stopped paying attention to what was being said to him, and just stared off into space.

Soonyoung

He couldn't take it. He wanted to strangle this mysterious boy who, from what he's collected, was trying to steal Minghao's heart.

"Minghao, a word please?" Soonyoung had gotten tired of waiting for him and Jun to be done talking. He wanted Minghao to himself.

Minghao got up and followed soonyoung up the stairs into the bedroom of Choi Seungcheol.

"What is it, Soonyoung?" Minghao asked, tilting hid head to the side.

"Is that Jun... That same Jun that was tour best friend?" Soonyoung wanted to get rid if his suspensions. He had to.

"Yeah. Why do you ask?" Minghao seems oblivious to what Soonyoung wanted to originally ask him.

"Oh, for fucks sake, how did he survive?" Soonyoung wanted to know everything about Jun. Nothing the 'I've got a crush on you' (NAREUL BWA GEUREOM GEUREOHJI PPEONHAJAHA NUGA BWADO NAEGA JOM SO FIIIIIINE), but rather the 'Give me the information before I intarragate him myself'.

Soonyoung never liked feeling jealous. He knew it was a normal human emotion, but he never liked the feeling. He didn't like the way his heart burned as he watched his love be with another. He didn't like when his body would be irrational with his mind. But at this moment, he could care less about his jealous he was.

Good, let them see this man is mine. Soonyoung thought. Wait, what?

Soonyoung shook his head. He tried to rid himself of his thoughts, but it wasn't working. He knew he was gay, and he liked Minghao, clearly. They've both declared it, and kissed before.

"What?" It was quiet, Soonyoung heard it.

He shook his head. "Nevermind."

Soonyoung walked out of the bedroom, and tugged at his hair.

He didn't like how he was feeling.