chapter 6; fucking in the bathroom
content warning! nsfw themes, light inappropriate/sex jokes, brief mentions of alcohol
currently queued: one of the girls - the weekend
“yn are you excited? you can see your man for the first time wearing something besides uniform and his football jersey,” karina said, curling ningning’s hair.
“stop looking away when you curl my hair. i don't want my extensions to fall out,” she inched closer to the mirror, playing with her curled hair.
“and you need to stop brushing through your curls.”
“i don't know,” yn began. “i’m more nervous than excited—like how do we even know i’m going to talk to him?”
“yn why do you have—like—an actual sense of reality right now,” renjun joked. “don't sweat it—everything in school has been going fine with him, right?”
“yeah, i guess. we just don't talk that much.”
“and there’s nothing wrong with that, right?” renjun said. “i know you want things to start already but nothing’s wrong with a slow burn, no?”
sunghoon put his phone down, sitting on yn’s sofa. “don't worry about it yn—just treat tonight like a night to refresh and rebrand yourself.”
renjun started up towards yn, who was sitting on the floor in front of the mirror while adding some (albeit, some unnecessary) finishing touches to singular strands of his hair and particles of dust on his outfit.
“i’m finished!” kazuha said from inside the bathroom. the door swung open to a fully ready kazuha—hair, makeup, outfit, all done.
“kazuha fuck you, you’re making me look bad,” ningning complained, once again playing with her hair.
karina reached out to slap ningning’s hand, “no—you’re making yourself look bad. stop it.”
“are you guys ready?” sunghoon said, sliding his phone from under him and pulling his keys out of his pocket. “yn?”
“yn are you done with that?” renjun asked slowly, staring at the vodka bottle in his hand. what was once half-full was now only full about maybe a quarter, all at the expense of yn (and a couple of shots from ningning).
“dude the car ride was like barely an hour how did you drink that much?” sunghoon asked, turning his neck around the driver’s seat in concern.
“fuck it he’s fine, lets go!” ningning said excitedly.
the six of them struggled to get out of the car, especially with yn’s stumbling and sunghoon’s low ceiling. ningning had yn’s right arm slung over her shoulder—no, he wasn't stumbling that badly, he was a heavy drinker after all. ningning, however, could somehow feel an onset hangover the next day, partly because of the few shots she just took and partly because of the shots she knew she was about to take.
currently queued: nokia - drake
“where’s my babyy,” yn said, already starting to slur.
renjun started, “okay, yn, hold on—”
“i’m gonna go off and look for chaehyun okay?” ningning began, ready to completely disregard whatever renjun’s response would be. “good luck with yn, don't let him throw up!”
the image of it already appeared in renjun’s head.
karina took after ningning, sunghoon following kazuha while she looked for chaewon. renjun sighed, his fate with yn sealed. “yn let’s go, i wanna introduce you to some of my friends.”
renjun practice dragged yn to his friends, a group of people he’d met at a church group. they all collectively trauma-bonded at how much they didn't want to go, becoming fast friends after the first day.
“hi guys!” renjun half-yelled from across the room, trying to make his way through a crowd of people.
“is that renjun?” an unfamiliar voice to yn said.
“renjun wait you didn't explain how you knew—”
“hey renjun, long time no see!” a person pulled renjun into a hug, patting his back lightly.
“ah i missed you guys! not that dumbass school though,” renjun joked. “this is one of my friends from elihu, yn?”
yn started, but immediately shut down.
“yn? yeah okay whatever, sorry about him he drank a bit much already,” renjun apologized, a little embarrassed on yn’s behalf.
“oh no worries at all, happens all the time. i’m zhang hao that’s chenle.”
“oh,” yn said softly. “okay.”
“wait is this the yn, renjun? like academic weapon yn?” chenle began. “zhang hao that’s your competition, no?”
“shut up chenle, we just met yn leave him alone. we don't even go to elihu, anyways.”
renjun looked at yn, conferned. he whispered in yn’s ear—well, more like yelled over the music—to ask if he was okay, sending him off to the bathroom to freshen up.
yn’s walk to the bathroom was dehumanizing, to say the least. that dry feeling on your tongue, the sharp, thin pain-like heart throbbing feeling that he couldn't distinguish between the vodka and his nerves—everything around him felt unreal.
he approached the bathroom, reaching for the doorknob only to be disrupted by a faint call of his name. he turned his neck around, his hand unmoving on the doorknob.
“yn?” juyeon’s face suddenly became clear from the crowd. fuck.
“juyeon?” thoughts rushed through yn’s mind like waterfalls. “why is he searching for me? wait, no, is he searching for me? why is he calling my name? why is he here? why is he so hot this close? i’ve seen him this close before why does he suddenly seem so most prettier? i wonder if he wants me. does he imagine me the way i imagine him?”
“hey, i didn't know you pulled up to functions like this!” juyeon said. “it’s cool seeing you here.”
yn was almost frozen, the only part of his body not stiff (if you know what i mean) being his mouth, which was still struggling to move. “yeah, you too.”
“are you alright? your eyes are like pearls—” juyeon stopped, caught off guard by his statement. “you know what i mean?”
“yeah, no—i just drank a bit on the way here. probably should've saved it for here but you know how it goes,” he laughed softly.
juyeon laughed a little, and turned around to walk back towards the crowd. huh. well, that went okay, right?
— renjun, chenle, and hao
“has you guys’ football season started?” renjun asked.
“yeah, we just had our first game last week. we lost really badly, though. not that i care,” hao said, laughing at his school.
“hey, i care!” chenle said. “what about you guys? was last night the first game?”
“yeah, party was kinda for the win and kinda for the season opener. it was gonna happen either way.”
“juyeon did good?” chenle asked.
“yeah, i think so. i didn't go, but yn and kazuha said he did good as always.”
“where is juyeon anyways?” chenle said, pulling his phone out to text him and meet up with him.”
“is that that guy that was in your dms a while back?”
renjun quickly shushed them, a wash of deep worry coming over him. “hao, don't. it's in the past, let it be in the past.”
“what’s wrong, renjun?” hao asked. “you never gave a fuck about him before.”
“it's just—look. i never told yn about it. and—ah, fuck, there's so much i shouldn't be saying right now. okay, you guys have to keep everything i say right now a secret, got it? i never told yn, and yn has liked him since last year.”
“after juyeon dmd you, or..?”
renjun shivered, very obviously feeling guilty and remorseful, “no, it was while i knew.”
the three went silent. a sudden atmosphere of awkwardness came over them. chenle looked back at his phone and hao took a sip from his cup.
chenle told the two to hang tight while he looked around for juyeon, renjun taking his phone out to see how yn was doing.
renjun sent him a text, only for him to be left on delivered. he tried sending another to no avail. a little worried, renjun called yn’s number, only to get no response.
“hold on, im gonna look for yn real quick,” renjun told hao, apologizing for leaving him alone.
renjun skewed his way through the crowd, giving every last ‘excuse me’ he had. however, rather scarily, he had nothing. renjun saw the familiar face of xiaoting in the distance and a slowly made his way over to her.
xiaoting turned into the crowd, making eye contact with renjun. her face lit up, “renjun!!”
renjun’s face was still nervous. he made his way over to xiaoting, accompanied by a couple of her friends as well as karina and ningning, who were both off put by renjun’s demeanor.
xiaoting pulled renjun in for a hug, breaking his fear for a brief moment, only for him to return back immediately after they pulled away.
“you good renjun?” ningning asked.
“did you try don julio?” karina asked, her eyes confused.
“fuck,” ningning began. “you were supposed to take care of him—”
“don't blame this on me ningning i—”
“woah, renjun,” karina began, stopping a bery clearly heating up renjun. they had never seen renjun like this before. karina stood up, ”renjun, its okay, he’s probably okay, we just have to find him. don't worry too much.”
karina pulled ningning up and they said their short goodbyes to xiaoting, walking away to search for yn. they ran into chenle, who was also looking for someone.
“hey, renjun, have you seen juyeon?”
“no.” renjun said, still obviously heating up.
“oh shit, sorry,” chenle said. “what’s up?”
“i can't find yn i think he's really drunk and i was supposed to look after him—”
ningning put her hand on renjun’s shoulder, very obviously drunk. “wait, renjun, what if they're both fucking in the bathroom right now? wouldn't that—”
“ningning, whatever you're about to say i don't think i wanna hear,” karina said, stopping ningning while putting a hand to her own mouth.
hao walked to the bathroom calmly, completely sober. he wasn't the type to drink a lot, let alone at a party. frankly, it was surprising to a lot of people to see someone like hao at a party, but, hey? everyone can let loose once in a while, right?
as hao rounded the corner into the hallway that overlooked a guest room, he saw just that—two silhouettes letting loose.
one of those silhouettes, however, seemed oddly bulky. not bulky in the way that’s stocky and buff, but rather, bulky as in boxy. almost as if that silhouette just so happened to be wearing a football jersey.
and, the other silhouette was very obviously smaller than the first.
hao’s eyebrows furrowed, the dim lighting making it extremely hard to make anything out. he squinted his eyes, peering at the two as they (aggressively) made out.
however, just to his luck, the two finally shuffled inside the room, closing the door behind them.
good thing the bathroom was still open.
synopsis ⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic weapon lee yn picks up his phone mid study session late one night to a message from football player lee juyeon, elihu international’s current wide receiver. juyeon says he’s at yn’s window, mere seconds before yn hears a light knocking. like the absolute genius he is, yn lets juyeon in; little do either of them know it wouldn’t be the last time.
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author's note! wow that was a chapter! tbh considered if this chapter should've gotten freaky w/ yn and juyeon but no you guys are gonna have to wait for that~ but i will say the next two chapters are gonna be where interactions happen okay i'm sorry for all of the slow burn but HEY we're getting something this chapter so dw
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