Cold hand place atop another even if the room has adequate heater and warm hospitality by new - found acquaintances led by intervention on Henrik’s part , on which he never finds beneficial to keep his standing upon similar peers of class ( and to which his father will fume at for sure since he’s been specifically told to gather good future businesses ) , but he knows it’s wrong ; so he fights against the system in whatever spark of rebellion he has underneath proper manners and refined behavior befitting his father’s heir —– he works under the law against reconstructed law dictated by narrow - minded and self - centered views most boys of his age. Honestly , it’s pointless to revel in the powerlessness of the weak just because of privilege given upon different circumstances of one’s birth.
Being exposed to the outside world that he has been kept in the dark from brings a lot of wonders and encourages his curiosity to learn more , to know more. To explore from his cocoon and spread his wings , to go out there.
So , he accepts the invitation to a celebration later that night —– the first ever he has been officially invited without his father’s influence —– from another boy newly introduced to his dorms where his “ kind ” , adoringly dubbed by egocentric snobs Henrik silently despise , are not permitted ; for they are not the same social standing , not the same privilege , not the same color and race. Targeting other children for they are different is something that Henrik cannot ignore , so he uses his words to drive the bullies away and leave the kid alone. Names and gratitude exchanged ( Teddy , Ted , he remembers ) leading to Henrik’s current predicament : standing out by not standing out.
Teddy does his best to be the best host , but Henrik understands that he can’t be there to host him alone all the night and assures his new “ brother ” to go to other guests , so he takes it on himself to enjoy from a distance ; watching how boys his age are supposed to act. Free , unconstrained , free - spirited. Just like the butterflies in his mother’s garden back home. God , the energy is so colorful that he’s just content to sit in his little chair and watch from his little world as usual.
The room is lively despite its smaller size compared to his own dwelling , but it’s what makes it cozy , comfortable , home. Laughter and smiles burst around him as he sips on his … first soda , it’s called soda … and his attention from the corner he’s been sitting safely within his comfort zone is grabbed by hushed whispers as if there is a conspiracy with a bottle in the center of the circle.
❛ Excuse me , but what are you doing ? ❞
He can’t help but ask. ｛ @knightshack· . plotted !
CLASS. COLOR. was always a divide. a group has to stick together if people had various things in common right ? though in the eyes of an open bisexual such as jai , there was no reason to judge anyone even though he received ridicule in the process. yeah , he kept his group of friends tight , but it didn’t stop him from inviting someone who seemed to have the same mindset as him. that & he was cute.
laughter , music & ‘ drinks ‘ were surrounded all around the room. there it was , the infamous bottle that already had people surrounded amongst it.
❛ SPIN THE BOTTLE , MATE. ❜ he sat across from him , noticing the curiosity in his eyes. this had to have been his first time at a party in general. but it was cute , he was cute. ‘ jai , go first bruv. ‘ & with that , he used enough grip to keep the bottle spinning for little. the anticipation.
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