[ Taeyong | Sicheng | Ten | Johnny | Lucas | Jungwoo | Mark ]
"You're here, again?" The nurse guy says, heaving a loud sigh as gives Lucas the usual disappointed, but not surprised look. Yeah, it's sort of obvious Yuta—the nurse guy, in the infirmary knows him since this is his home base a.k.a the fortress of free naps.
The thing was, today he wasn't here for nap time, it was more like he's dying right now all because of his cutie patooty, Jungwoo. He hugs his manhood, pleading for help. "I know this sounds crazy, but can you look at my dick, please?"
Yuta pushes his face backward as he looks Lucas down in the 'you know what area'. For the first time in his whole entire life, a student wants him to examine his dick. It's official, he doesn't get paid enough to do this job. "Go lay down and I'll bring some ice."
Just as Lucas was about to drift off into la-la land and hopefully recover from Jungwoo's karate kick, a kid by the name of Lee Taeyong barges in and invades his home base.
Yuta walks back in, holding an ice pack in his hands. He turns to Lucas and then notices another familiar face in the room. These two just wouldn't give him a break! Flopping his arms, he gives Lucas the ice pack and reassured him he's going to be alright. "Whoever kicked you, didn't kick you that hard."
Yeah, on a scale of 1-10, Jungwoo's kick was a 15. As expected from his one true love. After all, love really hurts. Literally.
Taeyong turns his big ass moose head around and gives Lucas the usual eye roll. Only this time, he's rolling so far back behind his head. If he's lucky, he might actually find a brain back there.
Ruffling his hair, Lucas gets up and throws the ice pack on Taeyong's face. Whatever, he's a man and he's not about to cry just because his manhood is injured! Lucas was going to proudly walk into class like the champion he is.
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[ Taeyong | Sicheng | Ten | Johnny | Lucas | Jungwoo | Mark ]
Jungwoo strolls into his English class, all dolled up with his apple hairstyle. He gives a wave to his best friend, Mark as he bypasses a few desks.
"Oh my god Jungwoo, you would never believe what I just heard." Mark says, mouth forming the biggest 'o' he's ever seen in his life. It was quite obvious something was up considering everyone in the class was staring at Jungwoo and then whispering in their so-called 'cliques'.
Jungwoo lifts up his brow and sits in his chair. Was this about kicking Lucas in the balls because he totally deserved it! Besides, it's not his fault his feet just shot up right at that exact moment. "Hey, if this is about Lucas I'm not sorry—"
Mark shakes his head and shows him his cellphone. It was a screenshot of a group chat which consisted of everyone's not so favorite uglies or better know as, the gossip crew. They were the queen bee's of this year, but the thing was, why was Mark showing him such trash?
"Your point is?" Jungwoo crosses his arms, heaving a sigh. "What does this have to do with me?"
"Uh, Jungwoo like everything," Mark explains, scrolling to the screenshots of the text. "It turns out Lee Taeyong is going to ask you out for prom and everyone knows Sicheng already called dibs on him."
Lee—who? Jungwoo has never ever heard of that name and certainly whoever this guy was, he was 100% not interested. "Who's that?"
Mark narrows his eyes at Jungwoo and flops his arms all over the place. He couldn't believe what he just heard now. Taeyong is the definition of a total king and not to mention he's smart, good-looking and on everyone's radar. It would be a blessing to even hold a conversation with him considering a majority of the school's population would kill themselves to date him.
Heck, he was a god. But, that wasn't the point. The point was, Sicheng and his goons were most likely going to target Jungwoo, especially since prom week is about to start. "You better watch your back, honey. They're known to do really nasty shit."
Ugh, just what Jungwoo needed, more unnecessary drama. "Will you protect me?"
Mark widens his grin as he holds in his laughter. Sure, he really wants to protect Jungwoo, but with these hands, it's better if he just watches from the sidelines and gives mental support. And if he really needed someone to protect him, he needed to be someone like—
His grin got darker and darker as Lucas strolls slowly into the class with his legs crossed. He swings an arm around Jungwoo and points to the next best thing and that was—
"Why don't you ask Lucas?"
Jungwoo bites his lips and then side eyes his best friend. Of all the people in the world Mark had to recommend, it was this scum. Is he really out of options?
Oh yeah, Jungwoo can hear it. That was the sound of doom—him exploding into a million pieces.
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A/N:
Well, there you have it... China line will be the evil ones in this story. 😢
Can you all imagine Lucas and Jungwoo going to prom and then having a slow dance? Lucas will totally enjoy touching his booty 😗
