Three sided square (editing/revision period)

(Last) friday night

[observation]

Haechan woke up Saturday morning with a massive headache. He reached for his phone and felt his heart stop when he knocked over a glass of something. He wasn't allowed to have open drinks in his room. He sat up and looked at the blankets that covered him. Those weren't his blankets. He silently cursed as he searched for his phone. He glanced in the mirror and panicked when he saw he was wearing a different shirt than he arrived in. His mind was in shambles.

He found his phone on the ottoman at the foot of the bed next to his shoes. He quickly gathered his things and made his way downstairs. The smell of pancakes were tempting but he had to get going.
"Oh? Good morning Haechan!" Marks voice came from the kitchen.

"H-hey Mark. I gotta go..."

"You just woke up? At least let me provide you sustenance before you go."

"Pro-you are so weird. I w-wanted to asked you something." Haechan shifted from foot to foot.

"Go for it. You look a little nervous?" Mark turned away and looked him in the eye.

"Did...did we y'know...do anything last night?"

"No! What makes you think that?"

"This isn't my shirt and I woke up in a bed that wasn't mine and you're down here cooking breakfast." Haechan explained. Mark smiled and shook his head.

"You threw up on yourself in the bathroom and started crying because you were so ashamed so I put you in a guest room so people could use the bathroom. I used a towel to clean you up a bit and lent you one of my shirts for the time being. I would've never done something to you in the state you were in Jeezums. It was bad." Mark jumped as he remembered he was cooking something and went to flip the pancakes. Haechan felt a weight lift off of his shoulders. He didn't want to be known as the easy kid who slept with Mr.Student body president. He sighed and put his head down on the counter.

"Thank you Mark." He scrunched his nose as the older boy placed a semi burnt pancake in front of him.

"I really like hanging out with you and would hate to lose your trust over a misunderstanding." Mark mumbled as he poured milk into two tall glasses.

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Chenle woke up first. He and Jisung had fallen asleep in his basement while playing (heavy sigh) fortnite. He shoved Jisung off the couch with his foot and the younger of the two jolted awake.
"Did we win?!" He scrunched his nose and squinted as the blinding light of the tv shone into his eyes.
"No lameo. We fell asleep." Chenle stretched his stiff limbs and yawned. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"Ramen."
"Will you eat whatever kind we have in the cabinet?"
"Yes."  Chenle shot him a look. "I will! I promise."
"Pinky promise." Jisung sighed as he held out his pinky. Chenle looped his around and smiled. They missed hanging out together.
"I'll race you upstairs?"
"No tripping this time I almost broke my knee!"
"You're just mad cause your slow!" Jisung got up and sprinted up the stairs.
"No fair," Chenle stumbled over himself trying to get off the couch "You got a head start!"

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The Saturday morning Jeno had was drastically different. He woke up sick. He spent about an hour in the bathroom emptying his guts before he went back to his room to mope about. He drifted off to sleep every so often and would wake up to a soft knock on the door only to open it and see no one there. "Whoever is doing that can fuck off just saying." He mumbled into his pillow.

"It's us." Renjun called from outside the door.

"Who the hell is us?" He was in no mood to play any guessing games that morning.

"Your boyfriends." Jaemin answered. Jeno made a face.

"Boyfriends?"

"Yeah. You asked us last night. Can we come in so we don't have to yell at you through the door?" Renjun asked.

"Fine. Just close the door." He groaned as the light from the hallway shined into his eyes. "What do you mean by boyfriends?" Jeno sat up and squinted into the darkness.

"Well last night when you were a little drunk you asked 'I like you a lot. Both of you. And I heard from someone that you're dating. Not sure how or when that happened but can I be your third wheel?' And we said something about third wheels being bad and you said 'not if you have a tricycle' and we were like fair enough." Jaemin explained. Jeno flinched as his voice came out of Jaemins mouth.

"What the fuck! How long have you been able to do that?"

"Forever, honey." Jaemin made a face as Renjun laid face first into a beanbag.

"N-no no no none of that! No pet names either!"

"Not even sugar?" Renjun asked.

"Sweetheart?" Jaemin raised his eyebrows.

"Baby?" Renjun turned around, confused.

"Babe?"

"I'd prefer you to call me doofus." Jeno mumbled.

"Alright doofus." Renjun scowled.

"I was kidding."

"It's too late. You have to respond to doofus now."

"No wait call me baby." Jeno sat up and pouted.

"Nope, dork."

"Call me baby!" Jeno tugged at Jaemins sleeve and shot a helpless glance at Renjun.

"Doofus it shall be!" Jaemin crossed his arms and sat next to Renjun. Jeno leaned over the side of the bed and frowned.

"I thought you guys loved me."

"We were just teasing. Don't say it like that." Renjun poked the top of Jenos skull. His normally soft hair was dry and frizzy. "Your hair feels gross."

"Alright fuck off."

"I thought you loved me."

"Wow okay." Jeno rolled his eyes and crawled back into bed.

(Y'all I pushed myself to write this and I kinda hate it but here it is. The ending is a bit awkward so whenever I finish this I might go back and change it.)
(Also, I extremely dislike Fortnite and you can't change my mind)
(Also also, thanks for reading)
[thanks for 5.5k reads!]