syaobeii

Aspiring writer. NCT/SEVENTEEN/EXO/BTS-fanatic. Tattoos/art/music/sleeping/teens.  

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#1 - Lover Boys

The International Institute of Arts and Science was your typical high class, 'techy', and extreme weird school. It was located in the middle of the woods in the valley, a couple hundred miles away from the city. It was modern in all it's glory, and, as I have mentioned, extremely weird. Weird in a good way, I guess. I entered in as a freshman two years ago and I still can't get that weird vibe of the school from my thoughts.  

Everyday I hear stories of how the science teachers lit another wall, plant, table, chair, student, the principal, etc. up. Sometimes I hear about the affairs that go on between teachers and teachers or teachers and students. The hallways are always crowded with goths with extreme sadness, geeks with the weirdest outfits everyday. The jocks are always with their teammates. The pranksters are always fooling around. What even more special about my school is that it's an all boys school. So everyone, and more that I haven't mentioned, are all guys and all are gay. Most of them are anyways. So technically it's not weird, it's just the teachers that are.

This is the intro to how, me, Jung Jaehyun or Jung Yonoh, has been accepted into the mysterious club that appeared one fine January 10th. I was sitting at my desk, looking out the window when the speakers in the room turned on and our principal's voice was heard. He announced the new club: guideline's to get in and the date the papers need to be turned in.  He mentioned the club's name, which was LVB and thanked us for our attention then left. No summary, no president's name. Just the club's name and dates for everything mentioned.

I didn't think too much about it and left for lunch. Once there, my table started bringing up the topic about the club and that they were going to join in. I refused their offer, but Johnny's glare said I go or he would expose all my nudes to the whole school. Long story for another time. I eventually joined and thought I wouldn't get accepted...but I did. That's where my quiet and sporty high school life turned into a loud, sporty, flirty, hungry, and extreme adventures began. To say the least, I don't regret it. Not one bit.

- Jung Jaehyun (Yoonoh)

notes: this story is really your typical high school one. just that everybody are males and they just do weird stuff. please look at the tags mentioned. if you don't like any of them, please leave. the story is for me to get my imagination out and for entertainment. enjoy!

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#4 - Tattoos with Promises

Mark was the owner of Lee’s Tattoos. He grew up hearing the electric sound of the machine that pierced the ink into the client’s skin. The speakers blaring rap music, art hanging up everywhere. Some of them were even his. He got his first tattoo at sixteen, excited to see the small skull design on his right shoulder. 

He grew up wanting to take over the shop, that is, until he was told that they had to close the shop and move to another place. That night Mark was angered and sad for the longest time in his life. He swore that day to keep the shop open. No matter what. 

His parents refused the help, but he went and did it anyways. He joined an underground wrestling match to make the money his parent’s owed. He was covered in bruises, his lips bled daily, but he made enough money for his parents to not sell the shop. Five years later and the shop was still open and still in constant business. 

However, it wouldn’t have been the love of Mark’s life, Donghyuck. Said boy was absolutely against it, and threatened Mark in so many ways, but soon found the love and care in Mark’s heart when he mentioned the shop. Then on he vowed to help Mark through it. He worked odd jobs to help Mark. He could’ve asked his insanely rich parents, but he didn’t want to bother them, opting to take it on himself to help his lover. 

Every night he would tend to Mark’s wound, showing affection to him with pecks of kisses on every one of the blue and black mark that decorated his skin. He would nurse him to health, help him with his fighting and made sure he ate, slept, and was able to do his homework. 

Five months and they were both able to come up with money to help pay back for the tattoo shop. Mark was grateful for his lover’s help, and never forgot it. Not when his lover went missing, causing him to raise their child single. Not when the police came and told him about his lover, how he was kidnapped, abused, raped, and eventually murdered to death by one of Mark’s many opponents he fought underground. Not when he cried himself to sleep like a baby that night, knowing his lover was not coming back. But he promised himself, just like Donghyuck promised to take care of him, he would take care of their daughter. 

Mark was forever grateful. 

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#3 - Opposites

Donghyuck knew it was wrong. He was from the social and wealthy class. The boy he was in love with was from the poor, the weak, and the broken class. The one’s who work endless days to make little money to feed their family while he has everything he ever wanted. 

It was wrong, but it felt so right to run away with him. He was poor, broken. He was orphaned, a little rough, but he was the happiness to Donghyuck’s cold heart that was walled up from the non existent love he received from his own parents. He was the sunshine that melted the snow, that dusted the dirt that covered Donghyuck’s smile. That shook his world and made him alive. 

Donghyuck lost him the first time, but he promised he wouldn’t loose him a second. He would do everything for him. Even if it meant taking his life. 

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story from: #1 Coincidence 

Donghyuck was waiting for Johnny. His phone was almost dead. The charging station was full except for one. There was another boy. __________

series: markhyuck band: nct127 & nctdream date: 2/2/17

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#2 Acting

Mark was known as the hard working student. He always did what he was told, never questioned anything, and was known as “THE SMART ONE” in the hallways. In a way, he was the typical nerd: always hanging out in the library, failing to shoot a ball through a hoop, sticking his nose in a five-inch thick book. He was deemed the one to be the smartest. Except that it was all an act. 

Outside school, Mark was actually quite fit. He could play basketball, football, soccer, and rugby quite well. He avoided the library at all cost and only did his homework after eating dinner. That was Mark’s “real world.” Until that one fateful (unpleasantness) day when he met the school’s new “flower boy.” 

He had a thick curvy body, luscious red lips, large round eyes (the size of cherries) and silky black hair that was naturally messy. He had caught Mark’s eyes. Everything about him attracted Mark. The way he smiled, his laughter. The moles on his neck or the pink hue that always dust his cheeks. It was like watching a prince. 

It had been at least a month of deep stalking that Mark decided to drop his goody-two-shoes act and become the real person he really was. That glorious afternoon, he went to the salon and did his hair a bright yellow (blonde), wavy and parted from the middle. He dropped his glasses and wore contacts. He dropped his neat, clean, tucked in outfits for a loose white t-shirt, ripped blue jeans and timberland. His backpack went from a old fashioned flip-up to a loose string bag that only had the main necessities Mark needed. Starting Monday, Mark “THE SMART ONE” was now Mark “THE HOT SMART ONE.” 

**cut to Monday morning** 

Everyone’s jaws dropped. The actual real life Mark was there, walking down the school, but no-one knew that. Only Mark did. While walking pass everyone, the young boy noticed that many people were drooling, eyes “popping” and a couple panties seem to have pee trails. Mark, of course, ignored them in favor of finding the new boy and asking him out. 

Three periods passed before lunch. Now was the moment. Bravely (after giving himself a pep talk) he walked into the lunch and stood directly over the new boy. Donghyuck. “Can I talk to you?” Mark asked, keeping his facial expressions from drifting off. “Well, you see, whatever you’re telling me, It should be here because I promised my friends to eat lunch with them.” Donghyuck said with the sweetest voice in the history. To everyone it was just his natural voice. To Mark, it was a cover up. He only knew. Donghyuck was acting. Mark furrowed his eyebrows, trying to comprehend Donghyuck until he was snapped out of his concentration. Mark could’ve sworn his face showed annoyance, but that soon fell away as a sweet smile appeared. “Yes?” the boy said. “Will you go out with me?” Mark asked. This was what he wanted to ask, but now all he wanted to do was to figure out the boy’s acting skills and wonder about its beauty. “I’m sorry but no.” Donghyuck’s face was filled with surprised for at least ten seconds before a sad smile was plastered on his face. Mark saw. “Then meet me on the rooftop after school. I want to ask you another question.” With that, Mark left, reading to go to the library and read up about facial controlling. 

**cut to the rooftop after school** 

Like Mark said, Donghyuck was up on the rooftop after school. The said boy searched around for Mark but then caught large shoulders near the greenhouse. In the small see-through building was Mark, leaning back on the large palm plants reading a science book. Donghyuck looked on in disgust, but his outer face expression was that of curiosity. Mark noticed after lifting his head up. “They say that only one in a zillion people have the talent to mask their face from what they actually feel about the things they see around them.” Mark blurted. “I suspect you’re one of them?” he questioned. 

Donghyuck was taken aback. His face was surprised, but his mind was running with ideas. “You can drop the act. I’m sure you’re surprised.” A second blast of surprise hit the said boy. “How did you notice?” a voice a bit deeper, angry, and filled with venom was spit at Mark. The boy laughed, enjoying the dark side of Donghyuck. “Because I act at school everyday. Not emotion wise, but outer appearance of the body. I just decided to drop it because I was in love with you.” 

Donghyuck dropped all his act all together. No one had ever did anything as big as that for him, nor admit their feelings for him directly. He was at lost for words. “It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone. All I want is for you to give me a chance.” Mark said. Donghyuck felt relaxed after hearing that. He felt he could trust Mark. “How do I know you’re not lying?” Mark giggled, and showed pictures of his disguise (acting) of “THE SMART ONE.” Donghyuck was genuinely surprised. “You look like a rotten potato from the 18th century.” Mark full out bellowed. “I-I know.” He managed to say from his laughing fit. Donghuck felt his cheeks go warm. 

Mark knew Donghyuck now trusts him. “So. Since we both know about each other, how bout we start talking?” he suggested. The boy took some time to think. “Fine.” He felt relieved, happy, excited, and scared for the future. Mark could expose him, and he would have to move schools again because of his real identity. He would have to run away again, but Donghyuck chose to stay and trust in Mark. 

He extended his hand. “Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Haechan.” Mark smirked. “I am Lee Minhyung.” 

Disclaimer: There is no real actual study about controlled facial expressions. Like deep controlling. I just made it up. 

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#1 - Coincidence

The airport, as usual, was bustling with humans with large luggage and bags; trying to head to their destination without bumping into other people. In the mass of adults and kids, a young boy with dark red hair tried to scurry past everyone. Desperately. 

Of course it was an emergency. It wasn’t like he was bleeding or anything, it was just his phone. Dying from battery loss. He had to sit on a bench for two hours straight, waiting for his hyung to get him, but the tall Chicago boy never showed up so the male used his phone as company, playing barbie games to pass the time.

The phone warned him twice before he heard the evil sound. It still haunts him as he ran, note: walked quickly, passed everyone to go to the charging stations. He was almost there, seeing an open iphone charger when suddenly another male showed up running also. Donghyuck knew it was the last charger and he desperately needed his phone charged, so he ran the rest of the way and, note: almost, go to plug in his phone when another hand went to stop him. 

“Excuse me, but I came here first.” Donghyuck said nicely. He gave a sweet smile, hiding the fact that he was nervous and screaming inside due to the handsomeness of the male in front of him. “I know, but I need my phone charge. It’s at 2%.” The male said. Donghyuck’s smile fell. “Well mine’s at 1% and it could die at anytime.” Liar. Donhyuck’s phone was only at 8% but he needed to charge it and he wasn’t backing out. 

The male in front of him frowned. “You see, I have a meeting with my friend from Chicago and he’s taking forever to get here and I need my phone charged in case he ever calls me.” he replied with a serious expression. “What a coincidence. My friend from Chicago is also coming, but he’s not here and he’s taking forever. So I need my phone charge so I can also be notified when he gets here.” Donghyuck said with evil sweetness to his voice. The male in front of Donghyuck was getting anger, flustered, and tired. “Okay, listen here sweetheart. My phone’s is died now and I need to charge it so I can get the fuck out of this dusty ass airport and breath in the scent of Taeyong hyung’s massive febreeze-like room, so will you move your pretty body over and let me charge?” anger dripped down from the male’s voice. Donghyuck was afriad, but more amused. He gave a sweet smile, and “pushed” the male over. “Sorry hun, but not today.” 

The male Donghyuck pushed got off the ground and was now fighting with Donghyuck over the charger. His body was behind Donghyuck, his arms wrapping themselves over his face and holding his hands up high. His fingers were tangled in with Donghycks, trying to break apart his hand. Both boys were causing a scene, but neither one of them cared. They were busy fighting over the charger that both didn’t notice a tall presence over them. 

“Ahmm.” a deep voice cleared. Donghyuck and the male stopped their fighting to stare at the Chicago male in front of them. “I see you guys met each other. Looks like introduction won’t be held.” Johnny grinned upon seeing the young boys. Donghuck was confused. He looked over at Johnny’s creepy grin and turned to look at the male. He was also confused, but then his eyes went wide.  “Holy shit! You’re telling me this is the boy I’m rooming with? This utterly rude, cute, annoying, pretty, obnoxious, gorgeous boy is rooming with me?” Johnny nodded, happy of the outcome. “Yup.” 

The boy then looked over at Donghyuck, seemingly not noticing his laced hands with Donghyuck until the said boy tried to pry his hands away. The boy’s face was burning with intense heat, traveling up his neck to his ears. Same went to Donghyuck. “I’m sorry.” Both said at the same time.

Both boys were flustered after getting introduced to each other by Johnny. Mark was glad, annoyed, and utterly devastated to know that this cute boy was living with him for the next four years of his life. It was just a coincidence that they met at the charging station. Yup. A good coincidence.