Cigarette Smokes (HIATUS ◇ REWRITING)

T A T L O

the first time doyoung went to a party was when he was in 8th grade. the party was hosted by one of his seniors, named, if he remembered correctly, baekhyun. and it was wild.

the high school students, composed mostly of seniors, danced along to the beat of the edm that blasted off the house's speaker system. hands either up in the air with cups of alcohol or sneakily travelling to their partners' bodies. games like truth or dare and 7 minutes in heaven were played.

the party was dangerous, of course. underage drinking and other stuffs were happening inside the senior's house. but it didn't stop the rowdy teenagers to waste the night.

doyoung didn't like the scene, though. sure, booze were everywhere, but he and ten could just snatched something in the latter's dad's cellar, something even better than a cheap beer.

but he had no choice but to suck it up and just watch over his bestfriend instead. his bestfriend who's clearly having lots of fun with the attention he's getting from the seniors.

hence, here he was, again. dragged by ten out of his bed, he was clad in a black longsleeved turtle neck and jeans, blue hair combed back to show his immaculate forehead, and his blue converse scruffing the tiled floor of jaehyun's humble abode; ten used against him the 'i-might-get-drunk-and-who-knows-what-might-happen' card. something the thai would always pull whenever doyoung didn't want to come to parties with him.

"can you give me a logical explanation as to why we're here, again?" doyoung crossed his arms and scrunched his nose as he saw a couple getting it on beside the huge snake plant and the expensive double doors. it was only 10, but half the crowd were already uncontrollable.

"because you got invited," doyoung gave ten a look that said 'is that logical enough for you?' and the shorter rolled his eyes, "because your roommate intrigued me, and that's honestly not a 'logical'" -ten did an air quote, "explanation, so just accept my previous one."

"both are not logical so let's just go home and-"

"doyoung, my bunny boy!" both heads turned to the person who shouted and spotted a familiar blonde japanese, "and chittaporn, my favorite midget."

the japanese neared them and wound both his arms around the bestfriends. ten raised his fisted hand and showed it to him.

"want to taste this, nakamoto?"

"nah, but i sure do want to taste that ass of yours, again," nakamoto, or yuta, slapped ten's bum which earned him a punch in his arms. doyoung snorted.

"you don't get to taste this peach if you're insulting my height, you dickwad," ten snatched yuta's cup and drank, "and my name's chittaphon, phon, p-h-o-n, not porn!"

"yeah, yeah, whatever," yuta turned to doyoung, "how are you finding the college life, d? momma and dada still on your back?"

doyoung's hand itched to punch the teasing smirk the japanese was sporting off his face, but his bestfriend beat him to it, and hit the blonde on his arm, again.

"shut up, you creepy-looking-doll ass and just show us where the good stuff is,"

high school parties were wild, but college ones were on a god-tier level, doyoung observed as yuta lead them around the maze of sweaty bodies to the well-lit kitchen.

a small crowd of people stood on the far side, in a circle, and were passing to each other a blunt. the smell made doyoung's nose scrunch, again. two guys passed by them with drinks in hand, and doyoung didn't fail to notice the other guy dropped a substance into the crystal clear drink. it wouldn't take a genius what was it that he dropped. he just wished that whoever will have it, won't be overdosed, or be taken advantage of.

"those junkies are dead if taeyong sees them," the blonde spoke and the two looked at him.

"taeyong?" ten asked while yuta motioned towards the fridge. doyoung opened it and pulled out two bottles of beer.

"yeah, jaehyun's side dick,"

"and you'll get your ass kicked if he hears you," the trio turned to look at the new comer. the tall silver-haired chinese stopped near doyoung and pulled his own beer from the fridge.

"the great dong sicheng," yuta glowered at the said boy who just raised one brow at him. and ten's eyes lit up once he recognized who the boy was, oblivious to the tension between the japanese and the chinese. doyoung rolled his eyes at his bestfriend.

"hi sicheng! i don't know if you remember me, but i'm ten, your friend's roommate's bestfriend," ten cheerily said that broke the staring --more like glaring, contest of the other two boys. doyoung shook his head and stepped forward.

"what he meant to ask was where's kun, but please don't answer him. he's just trying to get to your friend's pants," doyoung said as he took a sip from his drink.

sicheng giggled, and doyoung just realized that the chinese was already intoxicated because he was not as shy as he was from earlier at the cafe.

"it's okay doyoung, i'm pretty sure kun will not give in that easily. so ten, if you really wanna see him, come follow me," sicheng walked ahead, 'accidentally' bumping yuta who just rolled his eyes. ten clapped his hands and picked up his beer, and the three of them followed the chinese.

sicheng lead them through the then-spacious first floor but was now filled with drunk dancing sweaty bodies to outside of the modern almost-mansion house, where a swimming pool was located.

the music's volume undeniably lowered a notch, but it was still enough to bust doyoung's eardrums though unlike inside where he felt like his heart would burst out his ribcage.

despite this, the loud, obnoxious cheering of the party crowd replaced it. and some of the people who were swimming were splashing waters towards the subject of their cheers.

a few meters away from the pool was a tennis table, where red cups were placed strategically, and two people stood on each ends of it.

"kun! kun! kun! kun!"

qian kun was someone doyoung see as a very health conscious person. his roommate's headstrong disagreement of his smoking vice, the nutritious food he always  prepares which he gladly shared to doyoung, his must-have eight-hour of sleep, and, if his schedule would let him, his daily morning jogs, spoke a lot about it.  

so when he saw how kun chugged down 2 beer-filled cups so easily and without flinching, shocked him.

"damn, he looks so hot," ten practically drooled over the pink-haired chinese as the latter licked his lips.

and doyoung would've elbowed him if the other guy on the other end of table hadn't caught his attention.

"you sure you could walk home straight after this, kun?"

doyoung had only heard his voice once, but he could never forget that deep honey voice of that person who approached him on that dark alley besides 7/11.

"i'm not a lightweight like you, john,"

the mentioned male laughed and wound his arm around the brunette beside him, who in return, giggled and hugged johnny.

both actions sent two different feelings to doyoung, but he decided to shrugged it off and instead chugged his own beer.

because doyoung might have an iq closer that of einstein's, but his emotions was something he never paid attention, to. simply because he couldn't understand it.