𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐲 ☾︎ binwoo

C H P - 3

"'Sup, bitches."

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Four young men stood at the door, some smiling, others simply peering into the room they had visited time and time again.

The shortest, standing in front of the other three, grinned, and not wasting a single second, he stuck his hands on his hips. His golden hair fell to the side as his head tilted slightly.  "Your diva is here," he said, his voice smooth and sure of himself.

Another short male pushed his way to the front of the bunch, setting his hand on the blonde's shoulder. He knew the golden-haired male normally acted like this, yet each time, he still couldn't help but be surprised. "Listen," he began, shaking his head, "I know you love Seungkwan, I mean, we all do, but that doesn't mean you have to take up all of his weird diva antics." He frowned when his friend deflated at the words, almost like he were a thin skinned balloon that had been pierced by the sharpest of needles. "I don't mean to upset you, Myungjun, but it's true."

The mentioned male only groaned, slumping dramatically. His normally straight back hunched over, and his eyes which were always so full of optimism glazed over with disappointment. He had always been a great actor; everyone knew that, so when he completely ignored Moonbin and Dongmin and fell onto the messy bed, in the space between the two, nobody spared a second glance. "I know, Jinwoo, I know," he groaned loudly, his words muffled by the mattress. "I just want people to see me as a cool elder and a fun and caring person rather than a boring--"

"This isn't therapy," the tallest one interrupted, moving out from behind who had been referred to as Jinwoo. He carried two plastic bags, one in each hand. Lazily, he plopped down into the chair--which accompanied a small desk in the corner of the room--and dropped the two bags onto the floor. The sound of the items inside the bags meeting the floor was pretty loud, but luckily for him, he had gotten used to loud noises; it was all thanks to his elders who had a thing for yelling. "You know as well as I do that nobody here sees you as a 'cool elder'. The caring part, definitely, but the cool part? No way." His braces peeked out from his small smile, the blue bands contrasting with his white teeth.

"Sanha, shut up," the last male at the door scoffed. It was apparent that he was friendly enough, as he went to pat the tall one on the head, shaking his own as he did. However, his hand was instantly swatted away. He raised an eyebrow as his lips curled downwards in frown. Quickly realizing he wasn't wanted by the youngest, he shuffled over to the bed and sat down next to the blonde elder. "Now," he began a bit hesitantly, rubbing circles on Myungjun's back, "Sanha is right. You're not cool, but--"

"You're not making it any better, Minhyuk!" Jinwoo mercilessly swatted the back of Minhyuk's head and pushed him off the mattress, straight onto the hardwood floors. He smiled sheepishly at Moonbin and Dongmin, who simply watched in confusion, and sent a piercing glare over in Minhyuk and Sanha's direction. His glare softened, however, when he turned to look down at Myungjun. He gently set the older male's head onto his lap, his slim hand finding its place in his fluffy blonde locks. "Don't listen to them. You're cool and amazing."

"Ew, barf," Sanha joked, laughing lightly at the pair. Everyone knew he wasn't any better than the two eldests, though, as he slinked down from Moonbin's chair to find his place beside Minhyuk. It was weird to think that only seconds before he was pushing the older male away. Then again, his way of expressing love was different than others'.

"Boy, keep in mind I'm older than you. I won't hesitate to beat you." Myungjun playfully glared at the youngest of the friend group from Jinwoo's lap, eyebrows furrowing. "And you have no room to talk," he added as he unconsciously nuzzled his head into Jinwoo's thigh; he wondered just how it managed to be so comfortable. "You moved to the ground just so you could sit beside your beloved Minhyuk. Why is that, I wonder? Hmm?" He reached for Jinwoo's hand, which was still running through his hair, and put it to his chin in a thinking manner, as his own was comfortable where it was.

Sanha flushed, and suddenly the blue bands of his braces didn't contrast well with the crimson color of his face. "You idiot! Why would I want to sit beside this dancing gay flag? I was j-just lonely in the chair and... and I didn't want to be lonely! That's all!" He even scooted away from Minhyuk, having been practically pressed right up against his side, to try and convince the others that his words had been ones of truth.

But everyone knew.

Oh, everyone knew.

"Right," Myungjun responded in a sing-song voice, speaking what was on everyone else's mind. He made sure to pair the tone in his voice with a roll of his eyes, as everyone who was fluent in sarcasm would. It was only thanks to dealing with Sanha day in and day out that he had been able to master such a delicate art.

Jinwoo looked down to Myungjun, then back up to Sanha. He, just like Dongmin and Moonbin, wasn't sure what to say, nor what to do, so he opted to stay silent and simply watch. 

"So... what are the bags for?" Moonbin suddenly questioned, breaking the bit of awkward silence that had formed between him and the other five people in his bedroom. Not only did the thickness of the air make him uncomfortable, but he wanted to keep the attention from shifting to Minhyuk, who had most definitely buried himself in his sweatshirt to keep everyone from seeing the pink tint to his cheeks. Much to everyone's delight, just those few words were enough to cut through the heavy atmosphere, as Sanha let out a short huff of air and slumped in his spot.

Myungjun abruptly shot up from Jinwoo's lap. He reached out to the two male's at the other end of the bed and gently pat them on the head, as if they were little children. "All in good time." He smiled, stood up from the mattress, and walked over to where the plastic bags resided. The lighthearted expression he had struggled maintain finally fell when Sanha stuck out his leg in attempts to trip him.

"Oh, really now?" Myungjun slowly turned to face the youngest, his face lighting up in the scariest of ways. He brought his pointer and middle finger up towards his eyes, then directed their "glare" at Sanha, connecting his fingertips with the youngest's challenging gaze. "Don't forget I'm watching you."

The youngest only chuckled carelessly and leaned up against Minhyuk. He had learned to not let the eldest's attempts at scaring him actually scare him. After first meeting the blonde, he realized that no matter how angry he got, he would never actually act on his darker thoughts; in the few times he did, he never hurt anyone enough to leave them with any marks. This assured everyone's safety.

Myungjun heaved out a sigh at his failed attempt at intimidation and reached for the two plastic bags sitting by the chair. He hooked them onto his thin fingers and spun around, catching eyes with the pair who still resided on the mattress. He smirked and ignored the youngest male who had turned to watch Moonbin and Dongmin's clueless expression contort into one of horror.

"You, my good friends, are dyeing your hair."

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Sweet or savory?

-Author 🖤