𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗮-𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲:
❝𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘳𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦
𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦?❞
𝘁𝗮𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗲:
❝𝘺𝘦𝘴❞
or nineteen boys are split into three groups for a project. what could go wrong? apparent...
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Taeyong just sat curled up in Jaehyun's embrace, neither male speaking. The wind was calm, the grounds of the school silent. Taeyong buried his face into the crook of the younger's neck, inhaling his sweet scent deeply. He smelt of lavender—it was calming. Jaehyun tilted his head to look down at the male in his arms.
"Are you okay, hyung?" He asked softly, voice melting any ice encasing the elder's heart. He gently threaded his fingers through Taeyong's black locks, the feeling sending pleasant tingles shooting down his spine.
He nodded slowly, nose brushing against the younger's warm neck. "Yes, now I am, thank you." He reluctantly pushed himself away from Jaehyun so he could look him in the eye. The boy's cheeks were flushed a delicate pink, brown eyes blown wide. He wasn't smiling, nor was he frowning. He tilted his head to one side, gaze dipping down before resting back upon Taeyong's gaze.
Taeyong felt his heart burst, his own cheeks enveloping in pleasant warmth.
"I'm glad," the younger smiled gently, dimples showing. Taeyong shyly looked away, voice caught in his throat. His gaze fell on two people entering the school, and his heart dropped.
It was Yuta, hand-in-hand with Hansol.
How dare Yuta lie to him? Yuta told him he was going to have dinner with an old acquaintance—yet here he comes holding hands and giggling with Hansol. He felt anger bubble in his chest, a scowl etching into his features.
Taeyong angrily pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the hand that tried to grab his own. He stormed over to the two, livid. He stood behind them, the two not noticing him yet. He cleared his throat, and the two froze.
"Did you have fun, Nakamoto Yuta?" Taeyong asked, voice sickly sweet. Yuta turned around slowly, eyes wide and panicky. Hansol instinctively hid behind Yuta, frowning. Taeyong folded his arms across his chest, glaring harshly. He heard footsteps stop behind him—he knew it was Jaehyun. "Why did you lie to me?"
Yuta inhaled deeply, crossing his own arms and frowning. "I had a great time. I lied because you would have gotten angry at me for having a date with Hansol."
Taeyong frowned. Did Yuta not trust him at all?
"No, why would I be angry?" He asked, voice tight. Yuta's frown deepened.
"Oh, I don't know," he rolled his eyes, voice sarcastic. "You kinda pushed him down a set of stairs when he kissed me—I didn't want you to attack him again."
"I'm not all anger, Yuta," Taeyong bit out, voice sour. Yuta laughed humourlessly.
"Yeah, you are." He muttered bitterly. "You're unapproachable. People are scared of you. You know why?" He stepped forwards, closer to his friend, poking his chest harshly. "Because you take your misery out on others."
