The Long Game//XiuChen [UAU II]

IV / Graduation, Part 2

WARNINGS: Strong language; alcohol consumption

-Day 3; Friday, June 2nd, 2017-

Kim Minseok paced around the gym, walking circles around Kris Wu, Xi Lu Han, and Kim Junmyeon.

They were awaiting to be let into the auditorium for the graduation ceremony, and the gym was loud with chatter. He, Kris, and Junmyeon had arrived with Seo Juhyun, who was now only a few feet away, chatting with some others she seemed to know.

They were all dressed well; formally. They were supposed to be wearing robes, but the majority of students were quite tall, and considering there was a large amount of them, the school ran out of fabric for everyone. They couldn't get another order in until after graduation, so basically said 'fuck it' and let the students wear whatever, as long as it was formal enough.

Minseok was quite nervous- fuck, he was graduating university. He had to do this thing called 'adulting' now, which he was not thrilled about. He also worried over the ceremony and everything that could go wrong within the next few hours.

"Twenty seven." Junmyeon said, counting off the number of laps Minseok had paced around the small group. "Twenty eight."

"How are you not dizzy yet?" Kris asked, laughing. He slipped into Chinese, and Junmyeon, who was sidled up against Kris, under his arm, shot him a look, confused.

"He's not spinning fast enough." Luhan commented, also in Chinese, and Junmyeon sighed, giving up on understanding the conversation. "Twirl him around a few times." Luhan sat on the floor of the gym at the feet of the others.

"I'm okay, but thanks." Minseok snapped, halting his pacing for once. "I'm just nervous, is all. It kinda bugs me that you guys don't seem all that nervous or scared or anything." He faced Junmyeon, translating what they had said.

That's what Minseok was here for- linguistics and translation, focusing more on the translation side of things. He loved the feeling of allowing people to connect and understand one another, despite the barriers of language.

Junmyeon laughed. "Christ, Minseok. Do you how nervous we are? Kris and I laid on the kitchen tile in the dorms for an hour. Just thinking about everything."

"That's what we were doing?" Kris asked, looking at him, confused. "I had an existential crisis for a few minutes and then fell asleep for a bit."

"So that's why it was so quiet." Junmyeon muttered. "Makes sense."

"I took a few shots before I came here." Luhan added, and then opened the side of his jacket, revealing a silver flask tucked inside. "I smuggled some more in, too."

"Give me that." Kris said, releasing Junmyeon and grabbing the flask from Lu. Minseok snatched the flask from Kris, turning his back and unscrewing the cap before Kris could reach out to take it back. He brought the flask to his lips, chugging a small amount before he lowered it and handed it off to Kris, who in turn took a swig as well. Both promptly choked afterwards, coughing at the strength of it.

"Hey!" Lu cried, reaching for it. Kris offered it to Junmyeon, who shook his head. "That's all I have. And if you keep showing it off you're gonna get me in trouble!" Kris shrugged and took another sip from the flask before handing it back to Luhan, who tucked it back into his jacket.

"What is that, anyways?" Minseok asked, and it was Luhan's turn to shrug.

"Man, I don't know. Er Guo Tou maybe?"

"Shit man, really?" Kris asked. "Shouldn't have drunk it, then."

"You drink that shit straight?" Minseok questioned. The alcohol was strong, much stronger than whatever they had the other night.