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Chapter Five

"You know what'll be fun? Racing." Yangyang starts bouncing on his heels like an overexcited puppy.

"That's not fair, though, you know this place way better than I do."

Yangyang contemplates you for a second, then nods. "Exactly. It'll make it even more fun."

"Oy!" You screech, but he's already scrambling down the hall. You are not losing to Mr. Germany.

"Come and get me!" He yells back, over his shoulder.

You recall faintly that you should be marking where you are in this place, to map out the layout. But it's more fun to be chasing him. To pretend that there's nothing wrong.

Okay, Y/N. We're going opposite the direction we came. Possibly a fire escape. Keep chasing him.

"Didn't you say you were fast?" Yangyang taunts.

"Shut up, Daddy Long Legs!" You sprint faster and catch up, and then he ups the speed.

"You got one part of that right."

You barely feel winded, although he has a ridiculous head start.

You're at the end of the hall.

He's pushing the door open.

You stop as you get a full view of the gardens from the porch.

How far are you from Seoul?

It's spectacular.

You wouldn't have expected them to have such an eye for detail. The gazebos are placed in a circle, birds are chirping, the flowers are blooming. The heavy scent of honeysuckle hangs in the air.

Yangyang is already sprinting down the grand stairway, down to the pathways of white stone.

You jump straight off the balcony, aiming for the decently soft patch of bushes a little ways to the side. You land with a crunch.

"Ow."

Yangyang stops and looks at you incredulously. "What the?"

You shrug and brush it off and sprint straight towards the nearest gazebo. Yangyang shouts and chases after you. You collapse dramatically once you reach it.

"Did you just fling yourself off the balcony?"

"Just be glad I didn't wail like some damsel in distress. Also, I win."

He spins around with his arms wide open. "Wanna try out the hedge maze? It hasn't been groomed for some time, but it's great to get lost in."

"You guys have gardeners?"

"No," he deadpans. "We do it all ourselves."

"Fine." You say. "Take me to the maze, Daddy Long Legs."

"Only if we listen to music."

You shrug. He's a vanilla sweatshirt baby with skinny legs and a big smile. What's the worst that could happen?

He unlocks his phone and 7 Rings starts playing. Ariana Grande. Admittadly, not something you would have expected from him, but it works. Somehow.

"Come on." He starts walking, not looking behind him. "It should be this way."

"Should be?" You ask, jogging to catch up.

"It is," he corrects. "You're such a stickler."

You smiles. "Take me away, Mr. Germany."

You walk down the pathway together, Yangyang taking stupidly long strides with stupidly long legs, you half considering jumping on his back to stop him. But that's weird. You don't just... do that.

Okay, maybe you could, but it's creepy.

Ariana's whistle note pierces the background and jerks you back to reality. (Quite rudely, you might add. Grande did not have to channel the dog whistle like that.)

Yangyang stops when you reach a pathway that splits.

"You do know your way around this, right?" You ask.

"Hush, Y/N, I'm thinking." He replies.

You roll your eyes.

"It. It should be right?"

"Why do you sound so unsure?"

Yangyang sticks out his tongue and heads right. You keep walking, around the flowering bushes, the little stones crunching underneath your feet, the sun shining down against a pure blue sky. You breathe in deeply.

"It's so nice."

Yangyang hums in agreement.

You play the edges of your- oh, excuse me, Yangyang's -sweatshirt and speak up.

"What's your favorite artist?"

"I guess Claude Monet. I like his watercolors."

"I meant song artist, but go off."

He grins. "You were vague about it."

"You're sassy."

"I'm nice for the first hour you know me. The free trial expired."

Welp.

"Okay. Don't talk, then."

Yangyang smiles again. "But it's fun annoying you."

You ignore him. Even though the fact that your heart skips a beat. Must be cardiac arrest from the noodles you ate. Yeah, definitely the carbs clogging your arteries.

"Has my genius rendered you speechless?"

"You sound like Hendery."

"Ew. No."

Yangyang continues walking, his playlist on shuffle, when Travis Scott's "Wake Up" turns on.

You choke as the words "I want you spread out on the sheets" rise above the air, sung in cursive autotune.

"SORRY SORRY SORRY-" Yangyang splutters. He fumbles with his phone and turns it louder.

"P*ssy sooOoOooOoOo SWEET."

Nice. Real nice.

Yangyang drops his phone, which bounces a couple of feet forward and lands in a hedge. The music continues playing.

"Huh." You say. "Never would have taken you for a Travis Scott type boy."

He shrugs, face still red, shutting off his phone.

"Welcome to the maze?"

You look skeptically at the hedges, which look to be a meter and a half tall. Much taller than it looked back at the porch. It's a wall of green.

"So, Mr. Germany, are you going to lead the way?"

"It's a maze. The point is to get lost." He looks at you. "Unless you're scared of being alone?"

You shake you head. "More like you suggested this and I'm not planning on getting lost alone."

"Okay. Come on, then!"

Well, shit.

Author's Note: oya oya oya school is out for summer and i'm going to try and update twice a week :D i'm so sorry for you people who were reading this i deadass forgot this account existed until somebody commented. i understand some people hate it when others ask for updates but i will literally fall down a hole of crack compilations and not come up for air until five hours later. so please scream at me in the comments. say something nice about anonymous obbar.

also i will die for wayv's pets.

anyways have a good day!