❝I THOUGHT YOU WERE PIRATES, WHY DO YOU HAVE A BABY WITH YOU?❞
❝EXCUSE ME? MY NAME'S CHANGBIN.❞
as competitors get themselves ready for another tough year of voyaging the seven seas in Bon Voyage 2020, the backbiter pirates are getting themselves re...
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CHAN doesn't have anything relatively close to an idea about why he was carrying a whole crate of yellow rubber ducks through the streets of Seoul at 1 am – but that's what he was doing, and now it was all he could do to hope he didn't get caught.
Ahaha, he spoke too soon.
"The fuck is that?"
The figure of a small, lean boy jumped out at him from behind the bushes, startling Chan. One of the ducks fell to the asphalt, letting out a hearty squeak.
"Um." Chan grasped at any word he could find. "You know. Those. Birds. That uh, hatch from eggs."
"As far as I've been told, Mr 1 am drunk, all birds hatch from eggs so you're not much of a help – motherfucking ducks?" The boy's eyes widened as his eyes landed on the yellow toy at Chan's feet.
"Ah, yes," Chan agreed quickly, trying to ignore the fact that his face was beet red. "Ducks. Yellow ducks. I don't know why I have these, actually," Chan suddenly frowns, recapping to the dark hooded figure who'd handed him the crate. And then had left with a laugh that pronounced every last syllable in 'HAHAHA'.
"Set them all loose into the fucking sea, I guess," he shrugs, nonchalantly.
"My man," the unnamed boy claps a hand on Chan's shoulder, making him almost lose grip on the crate of rubber ducks.
"I think you'll fit in well with us."
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Today was a perfect day. The sun was shining, skies clear, people out and about, the whole package. And MINHO was definitely feeling it.
He reached into his backpack and pulled out the jar of mayonnaise and the Toblerone bar he'd taken out of the fridge. Oh, boy, he was definitely gonna give people a scare.
He sat down in front of the Starbucks café, opening the jar of mayonnaise and taking a whiff of the banana pudding he'd put inside two hours ago. Heaven.
Now it was just time to think if others thought the same way.
He broke several bars off the Toblerone, dropping it into the jar and then rummaging his backpack for his spoon. Before he could even find it, he felt someone breathing down his neck, then whisper – "Interesting combination."
Minho snapped around, startled by the sudden breathy voice and coming face-to-face with a ridiculously handsome boy (oh my god, he looked like Jinyoung from his favourite band, GOT7 – maybe Minho felt queasy). Shaken but determined to stick to his initial plan, he stuck the spoon in the jar and shoved it at his face.
"Wanna try?"
"Why the fuck not," the godly boy sat down next to Minho and took the jar, leaving Minho in shock. Shoot, I hadn't expected anyone to actually try it. I didn't plan up to here. ABORT MISSION.
