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EPISODE 1.0: LETS GET IT

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note: i came back from the dead ! and yes, each chapter will be around this length. i hope y'all enjoy !

EPISODE 1.0: LET'S GET IT

[ a new girlfriend has some

interesting repercussions

for hyojong and his friends ]

KIM HYOJONG doesn't expect to find the most beautiful girl on the planet in his bed, for multiple reasons. Unlike Hongseok, he isn't dripping in good looks or charisma, and unlike Shinwon, he isn't a social fucking butterfly who makes you laugh even though half of his jokes are really bad. Hyojong is just the guy you go to when you need that 'good kush', because that's the only thing he's good at, besides being a loser. So again, he has no fucking idea why a goddess is in his arms that morning, or why it looks like she wants to be there.

But is he complaining? No.

"Good morning, I see you're awake," the boy hears, in that perfect, beautiful voice of hers. Hyojong wants to whisper, who wouldn't be awake with you here, but his leftover breath probably smells like cheap liquor, weed, and Top Ramen seasoning (which is never a good combination), so he thought better of it and sat up instead.

In response, the girl tightens her soft arms around his waist like a pillow, while her reddish hair scrunches up as she moves, but she doesn't care. Her sparkly, glittery gold eyelids flutter open, while mascara lightly rings her eyes, just a little.

God, he thought. How the fuck. . .

He leans back into the headboard and looks at the wall like it's going to provide him with some logical answers (although logical was never really his thing). His mind is conflicted on how to feel, compromised from the old high. "Hyuna?"

"Mhm."

"Did we have sex?" he asks.

A giggle slips past her cherry tinted lips. "We smoked, got trashed at a party, and made out for a long time," Hyuna says without hesitation. "But no, we didn't have sex."

He sighs, either in relief or disappointment, but he's certainly confused now. Hyojong wants to ask, why didn't we— not to sound like an entitled asshat— because in what world would he have refused a chance to have sex with someone like Kim Hyuna?

"You fell asleep the minute I took my shirt off," she teases. Well, that's probably why I'm still in my jeans, he assumes.

"No way," he says, even though he knows that's some shit he'd do. A light blush and a groan follow in embarrassment. "Really?"

"Reallllly," she insists, and he groans. Then, Hyuna pinches his cheek, catching him off guard. "But it was cute, don't worry."

When Kim Hyuna says that, his heart does a bunch of fucking cartwheels and backflips, the things he couldn't do for shit in PE class. Despite his happiness, he has to ask, "Did I like, roofie you? On accident?"

Hyuna lightly trails her fingertips along his naked torso, making his hairs stand on end. Breaking down each syllable, she says, "No, you didn't." The sound of a sweet chuckle fills the dirty room, the one that Hyojong apparently brought her to, which is still something that he can't wrap his bleached blonde head around. Before Hyojong can say anything, his phone buzzes under the sheets, one loud bzzt! after another.