It Follows {Book One}

06

Sunday, August 5
27 days

•Doyoung•

Doyoung sat sandwiched between Taeyong and Taeil in the makeshift 'living room', which used to be the electronic aisle before Yukhei and Johnny had pushed the shelves back against the wall.

He was trying his best to ignore Taeyong's hand on his thigh, which seemed a little unnecessary, but he didn't think too much about it because Taeyong was overly affectionate with everyone.

But it was hard not to notice how their thighs were pressed together and how Taeyong's body was oddly similar to his girlfriend's—but she was gone, he'd never see her again as she had went to spend her last month with her family. He respected that.

Still, he hadn't gotten laid in so long, and Taeyong's breath against his neck every time he turned to talk to Taeil certainly wasn't helping.

Doyoung was almost considering it . . . pushing guilt aside because it didn't matter anyways, it wasn't like he was ever going to see her again, and shouldn't he go out with a bang? Literally.

Doyoung's gaze shifted across the room to Jaehyun—his best friend, and also Taeyong's boyfriend. He knew he'd never try anything, his thoughts were just desperate fantasies and besides, he could never hurt Jaehyun, on the negative chance that Taeyong would actually agree. Taeyong and Jaehyun had one of the strongest relationships. Sure, Jaemin and Jeno were incredibly clingy, and Yuta and Sicheng were sickeningly adorable, et cetera. But they weren't clingy. They acted like they'd been together for a lifetime, despite both being in their early twenties. They were both surprisingly mature for their ages (unless Jaehyun and Johnny were hanging out, then they both acted like preteens) and that definitely showed in their relationship. They weren't petty, or childish, they rarely argued—and if they did, it was quickly resolved.

Doyoung was both appalled and intrigued. Too bad, Doyoung was sure he would've been the best man at their wedding.

"What are you laughing at?"

Doyoung quickly wiped the smirk off his face and shook his head. "Your ugly face."

Taeyong blinked. "I'm not ugly," he looked more confused than upset.

"Hey, is there an employees room or like . . . a storage closet or something?"

Doyoung turned around. Yuta stood behind them with Sicheng's wrist held tight at his side. Sicheng pressed into his side with a wide smile, and the two were whispering and giggling back and forth.

Doyoung wanted to throw up.

They had just arrived early that morning, Yukhei and Jungwoo soon after. They'd been there for less than four hours and were already trying to infect the place with their gross sex hormones—not that Doyoung could really judge, not even a few minutes ago he was considering the same thing with Taeyong.

"Yeah, there's a break room to the left of the bathrooms." Taeyong pointed them in the right direction, and the two immediately took off.

"Lock the door!" Johnny called over his shoulder after they had nearly knocked him to the ground as they ran past. He held a blow up dolphin over his shoulder, and he dropped it at Taeyong's feet when he reached them. "Chenle and Jisung aren't over there, are they?"

"They're in their box fort."

Doyoung made a face. "They've been in there almost all week."

"They're kids, Doyoung," Kun said from where he stood leaning against the shelves. "Let them be."

"Do they even know what's going on? Have they even noticed that their parents haven't come back to get them?"

Taeyong glared. "No, and no one is going to say anything," Doyoung groaned loudly, but before he could protest, Taeyong rasied his voice and continued. "We're going to drag this on as long as we can, and you aren't going to ruin it. They need to stay ignorant and happy in their little . . . weird bubble of cluelessness. And I'm not just talking about Jisung and Chenle."

Johnny leaned into Doyoung and whispered, "I think he's talking about Sicheng."

"You are so, incredibly dumb."