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Jaehyun pocketed his phone and stepped back into the living room. Immediately, Doyoung was in front of him with a heated glare.

"You said we were going to your house to work on our project, that may I remind you, is due in a week!!" Doyoung yelled.

"A week? That's a lot of time," Jaehyun said.

"Yeah, but we haven't even started!" The younger said.

Jaehyun sighed, and put his hands on the younger's shoulders, leading him into the kitchen. "Whatever. Plus, if I'm remembering correctly, I did say that we're leaving detention, and we did," he said.

Doyoung pursed his lips. He did say that... He thought. "But we have to work on our project!" He said, crossing his arms with a pointed look.

"We can work on it tomorrow, promise," the older said. If you even dare to come near me after tonight, that is, he thought with a smirk.

Doyoung leaned his weight between his feet, contemplating on whether or not he should just leave. That thought was quickly pushed away by the fact that he didn't know where he was and would most likely have to walk home.

"Fine. I'm only agreeing with you because you're my ride home," the dancer said.

"Fine by me," Jaehyun said.

The teens walked back into the living room where the smell of alcohol mixed with smoke burned Doyoung's nostrils and lungs.

"Introduce yourself, mingle, and have some fun," Jaehyun said, smacking Doyoung's lower back while he passed him to sit with Johnny. The younger yelped and jumped at the harsh smack, turning to glare at the older for the assault. Jaehyun smirked in turn and blew a raspberry in the younger's direction while pulling his eye down with his middle finger.

Doyoung huffed and turned away. "Childish bastard..."

He fumbled with the hem of his sweater for a bit longer before mustering up the courage to walk toward someone. He cleared his throat to gain the attention of the teen.

"Excuse... E-excuse me!" Doyoung said over the loud music.

The teen turned around and Doyoung gaped. "Taeyong?!— Err, I mean, Taeyong hyung?!" He said, shocked to see his best friend's boyfriend like this, with a cigarette in one hand and alcohol in the other.

"Hey," Taeyong said with a friendly smile.

"Uhh, I'm Doyoung, Ten's friend," he said, too awkward to say anything more.

Taeyong chuckled. "Yeah, I'm aware," he said.

The younger rocked back and forth onto his heels. "So, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"I was bored at home and Johnny texted me telling me I have to come over, so here I am, having fun, I guess," Taeyong said, shaking his glass of liquor.

"Oh, cool... Uhmm."

"You want a drink?" The older offered.

"Sure! I mean, I don't know... I've never drunk before... Or smoked," the younger said.

Taeyong smiled and led Doyoung to the kitchen. "What brings you here with Jae? Last I knew, you two were at each other's necks," he said while he poured amber-colored alcohol into a red plastic cup.

"It's complicated... It's not like I'm here by my own will," Doyoung said, taking the red cup from the older. "I didn't pin you for a... Party type," he said.