Spin The Bottle
About two months earlier, Junmyeon had come into the cafeteria at lunch, set down her tray, and instead of sitting and eating, began telling them in a hushed tone about a boy she had met on her bus home from school. His name was Jongdae, she said, he went to the public high school down the road from their own school, and he was gorgeous. She’d sat down next to him when the bus had been particularly crowded the day before, and had almost been caught staring at him. He’d thought she was staring at the book he was reading, and a conversation had jump-started from their shared love of literature.
“Boys,” Kyungsoo had said in a tone of great wisdom that came from no place of actual wisdom, “are trouble.”
“Not this one,” Junmyeon had said. She’d sighed like a character from one of the mangas Baekhyun had on her shelves at home. “He’s different.”
Kyungsoo had been unconvinced, but Baekhyun had thought it was cute, how every lunch time became a session in which Junmyeon told them about what Jongdae had done the day before, and they dissected it like a biology experiment trying to work out scientifically if he was interested in her. They came to the conclusion that he was about two days before he actually asked her out, a month after they’d first met.
Since then, they’d gone on numerous dates, Junmyeon barely even able to comprehend her luck. She’d met Jongdae’s friends, who she’d proclaimed as “very nice people”, and the day before had come running to them in excitement, telling them that Jongdae wanted to meet them, and that today he and his friends were going to be hanging out at Jongdae’s house. “Do you want to come too?” Junmyeon asked, before practically begging, “Oh, please come, please say you’ll come.”
Walking down the street that led up to Jongdae’s house, Baekhyun was starting to regret agreeing to it. She didn’t think she’d ever been to this part of town before. She wasn’t entirely sure how she’d find her way back home from here.
“Will there be boys here?” Kyungsoo asked. It had taken a lot of persuasion to get her to agree to this.
“I imagine so,” Chanyeol said dryly, “seeing as Jongdae is a boy and therefore likely to have friends who are boys.” Kyungsoo swatted at her.
“Yes,” Junmyeon said, before hastily saying, “but he’s friends with more girls, he doesn’t have many guy friends at all. And besides, all we’re going to do is chat and probably watch a movie. It will be fun.”
Kyungsoo didn’t seem like she liked that, but by that point it was too late. They’d already reached what must have been Jongdae’s house, judging by the gaggle of people waiting outside it. There were more than Baekhyun had been expecting, and she found it a little intimidating. She at least recognised Jongdae, from the photos Junmyeon had showed them. In person, he was somehow even more stunning, even if his uniform wasn’t exactly fitted well. He was skinny and somewhat shorter than expected, and it was emphasised by the way his uniform hung off him a little. His eyes crinkled as he smiled at Junmyeon.
Jongdae’s friends, however, Baekhyun had never seen before, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know them. There were seven of them, two boys and five girls. Of the girls, one of them had half her head shaved, the rest of her hair long enough to reach past her shoulders, and dyed a deep red. She was wearing combat boots with her uniform and her skirt pulled up so that the hem brushed mid-thigh. Her visible ear was full of piercings and she had snake bite piercings on her mouth. Next to her was a girl with a carefully blank face and long powder pink hair. Both girls were much taller than Baekhyun. Hanging behind was a girl with short bleached blonde hair and tiny pixie features, whose skirt was so short Baekhyun was half afraid of catching a glimpse of her underwear; a girl with coppery orange hair tied back into a ponytail and wearing a soccer jersey instead of a school shirt; and a girl who seemed very out of place in her teal and gold cheerleader uniform.
