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19:24 ,Friday

Ten was sitting in bed when someone called him. He picked up, and was met with a familiar voice.

"Wassup hoe." "Well hello, I missed you too."
Ten recognised the voice of the person on the other line, even without checking the caller ID

"What are you doing?" "I'm sitting in bed. Why, what do you want from me?" "Join Mark and me for a party?"

Ten shrugged his shoulders, even if he knew Tae couldn't see him.

"Yeah. Sounds nice actually." "Great! I'll pick you up at 8!"

Ten ended the call and looked at the clock, his eyes widening. He jumped up and ran to the bathroom to bathe.

He washed so quickly, he almost fell a couple of times under in the shower head. He then dried up and chose an outfit. A graphic tee and black pants.

He almost choked himself on perfume and deodorant, but still managed to put on shoes while coughing.

As he was getting his phone, wallet, and jacket he heard Tae pull up, in the garage.

Still choking, he humped outside and sat in the backseat of Taeyongs car. It was actually his parents, but Tae would always brag to girls that it was his own.

"Who's the host?" Ten asked, as he finally managed to put his seatbelt on.

"Lucas." Taeyong said calmly

Ten shot up, his eyes almost filled with fear.

"WHAT?! Don't tell me you guys seriously still ship us!!"
Mark only laughed at Ten.

"We thought it'd be a good way for you guys to make up." "I don't even like him!" Ten whined. "Calm down bunny."

Ten did not. He only started buckling his seatbelt up, as he threatened them "If you don't turn this car around, this moment! I.. I'll jump out of the car!"

Mark laughed contagiously, the corner of Tens lips curving up a bit.

"See!! You can't take anything seriously, not even yourself!" Mark shouted. Taeyong leaned away from Mark due to his screaming.

"We're here.."

They all jumped out of the car and, walked in. Ten's head was lowered, not wanting to Lucas or any of his friends to notice him.

He was squeezed between Tae and Mark. There he felt safe.

Both Tae and Mark was greeting acquaintances on their way to the table with beverages. Ten had decided to keep a low profile, and not make himself a centrum like usual. Instead of dancing on the tables, and swooning people with his 'charisma' he, grabbed Marks hand and followed along with the crowd.