Reputation; Series (Part 9)
Summary: Zhang Yixing was a typical jock. He had the looks, athleticism, and cockiness, all the makings of a football boy. Though he was popular and had people around him at all times, he didn’t talk much. There had to be another side to him, and you needed to find out.
PART 9
Genre: Comedy, Fluff, Angst, a rollercoaster of emotions
Member: Lay feat. the rest of ot12 (i think?)
Words: 1,221
A/N: Didn’t hit my word count minimum, but new year, new me, I’m posting this shit. The next part should be the final part.
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8
Pulling up to Joonmyeon’s home made you feel weird like something was going to happen tonight. You were slightly nervous now that the school’s supervision was no longer there. Fidgeting with the hem of your blouse, you followed Chanyeol into the house you first met him at.
After Joonmyeon and a cheerleader were announced as Homecoming King and Queen, the boys dispersed to get ready for the party. You had changed into a more comfortable outfit while riding in Chanyeol’s SUV, which he laughed at your struggle the whole time.
There were many familiar faces at the party. You could spot each of the football players, surrounded by friends and girls. Joonmyeon walked around in his crown with sheer cockiness. Chanyeol went straight for a foldout table with large speakers on top. His phone was plugged into a small electronic before his party music boomed through the room, drowning out the chatter that once lingered.
An arm landed around your shoulders, and you glanced to the side, coming face to face with Baekhyun.
“Hey, Hyejin just got here… She walked in with Kris.” He shouted over the song.
Chanyeol dropped his phone on the table, “Where is he?”
“Backyard.”
“Why does he keep trying to steal my girls?” Chanyeol growled as he stormed out the back door.
Your eyes strayed back to Baekhyun who was smirking like he just heard a juicy secret.
“I saw you dancing with Yixing.”
“It wasn’t a big deal. If anything, he felt sorry for me since I was by myself.” You internally rolled your eyes.
“He was pretty pissed about not having a date. I thought he wasn’t gonna go to the dance. But I saw him smile for the first time tonight while he was with you.” Baekhyun informed, raising his eyebrows challengingly.
“Maybe you weren’t paying attention hard enough. Speaking of dates. Where’s yours? Can’t you go annoy her?”
“She had a curfew… so I’m alone. Maybe Yixing will slow dance with me too.” Baekhyun sighed in false longing.
You laughed with tears forming in your eyes as Jongin and Sehun came into view, heading straight for you.
“I see you’ve lost your date, so now you’re stealing someone else’s.” Sehun chided jokingly, and you pushed at his shoulder.
“Sehun, you might want to shut up before she punches the shit out of you again.” Baekhyun warned with a grin and looked back to you, “Kyungsoo, the office aid, found the security footage of him getting his ass handed to him by you.”
“You really drive me to drink, you know that?” Sehun narrowed his eyes at Baekhyun.
“Oh, so you’re going to get one? Get us all drinks while you’re at it.”
“The fuck? Are your arms broke?” Sehun made a face before heading to the kitchen.
Baekhyun, Jongin, and you followed behind him, knowing full well he wasn’t going to bring you three anything.
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Two vodka sodas later, you found yourself in the backyard swaying side to side with Hani to the music as you watched some guys chicken fight in the pool. Joonmyeon definitely went all out for this party. The pool lights turned into all the colors of the rainbow while fairy lights were strung above the water. All sorts of blow up toys were chilling in the hot tub ready for the taking. The outdoor speakers were connected to the music inside the house with the TV above the porch playing a professional football talk show on mute. Large letter balloons spelling out “HoCo” were taped to a backdrop for taking pictures.
As one of the guys were pushed off another’s shoulders in the pool, you noticed a familiar figure step through the back door, and a smile tugged at your lips. Yixing had changed into a plain tee and jeans, which could always make your heart beat a little faster.
You felt a foot nudge your leg from behind. Peering back, Minseok was looking at you from his chair.
“Go talk to him.” He nodded toward Yixing.
“Oh, my God! How many of you know?” You whined, and he laughed.
“Not many of us.”
“How did you find out?”
His eyes wandered to Hani, and she immediately went on the defense.
“It was an accident, I swear.”
“He’s coming this way,” Minseok warned.
You whipped around. Yixing’s gaze landed on you, and an innocent smile spread across his face. The amount of anxiety building up inside you was worrisome. This boy should not have this much power over you. He was rounding the hot tub and-
“Are you fucking serious?” Jongin snapped nearby, capturing the attention of the backyard. A red stain covered his shirt. The girl next to him was repeating her apologies.
“Jongin, just go grab one of Joonmyeon’s shirts,” Minseok suggested.
Jongin rolled his eyes and stomped over to you. “Can you help me wash this out?”
“I-I guess.” You allowed him to guide you by the arm up to Joonmyeon’s room.
It was large, like master bedroom large. The style was rustic and kind of messy. You would have guessed Joonmyeon to be cleaner.
“His bathroom is right there. Can you run water over the spill?” Jongin handed you the shirt once the bedroom door was shut.
“He has his own ensuite?” You mumbled to yourself in disbelief. You shouldn’t be surprised at this point.
You did as he asked, trying to rid the stain. While you massaged the fabric under the faucet, Jongin leaned against the frame, watching you. His gaze was heavy for some reason.
“What?” You glanced at him briefly.
“I saw you dancing with Yixing at Homecoming.”
“Why is everyone acting like that’s a big deal? He just felt sorry for me.”
“Why can’t you take these little interactions as wins? I do. You could still be in the background had I not invited you to that one party. Things may not have panned out how you wanted them to, but at least you have a relationship with him.”
You sighed, “Jongin-”
A loud static screech interrupted you from downstairs.
“Zhang Yixing, we have a little something to tell you since a certain someone has been too scared to confess.” A familiar voice announced through the sound system, and your heart stopped.
You took off straight to the source. As you rounded the corner at the end of the stairs, you found a large banner hanging from the banister looking over the living room. The words “Y/N LOVES YIXING” were in big red letters.
“There’s the special girl,” Kris said into the microphone next to the fold out table.
Your eyes started to burn with tears trying to drown them. The room was buzzing with laughter. You needed to get out. Before you could turn to run, Yixing called your name from the other side of the room. You couldn’t face him right then.
You fled from the scene, random people laughing and pointing at you as you managed to escape. Before making it out the door, a guy yelled something that stuck in your head.
Social climber.
Your legs carried you as fast and as far as possible away from Joonmyeon’s house. The embarrassment was twisting around in your stomach making you feel like you were going to vomit. How did they even find out? Unless…. Sehun.