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Taohun

“Guy’s…” Suho started as the ‘frown out of Kai’s flat’ gang filled into his shell of an apartment, walls as white as the day they were built and wood flooring polished and shiny. “I have to admit… my flat has been okay to move into since Wednesday.”

Everyone Korean in the room groaned as the Chinese population looked on in confusion “SHOCK! HORROR!” Chen sarcastically gasped much to Suho’s annoyance “we know…”

For some reason or other Tao was also nodding yet stopped promptly as he was shot nine gazes of ‘what the fuck’ and a dazed ogle from Yixing. “Oh… yeah, on Monday my friend Junhui and I were curious to see how fancy the flats over here were… we kind of took a peak in this one seeing as the decorators were putting on the finishing touches.”  

Most of the mouths in the room were agape.

“What? He’s a home hunter; his boyfriend Mingming and himself sort of broke up and now Jun is living in Korea – to be honest it’s all very silly; they were so cute together – Kris! Kris tell them how cute Mingming and Junhui are! – Supper cute!” Tao paused a second and took in his surroundings “Why do you all look so angry?”

“OO~ Tao’s in shit!”

“shut it Xing.”

***

“Remind me again why we have to go collect duvets and blankets from everyone’s flat.” Tao appealed in a dreary tone as Sehun dragged his feet.

“Remind me why I have to go with you?” Sehun sassed in a very lazy way yet Tao hadn’t quite caught onto the concept of rhetorical questions and forgot his own former request.

“Because I’m being punished… and you’re the maknae.”

Sehun exhaled in a huff “I think I’m the one being punished.”

Tao frowned and mimicked Sehun’s previous words with sass as he purposely fell behind. They had already gone to Xiumin and Kyungsoo’s and Chen and Chanyeol’s and, frankly, Tao was tired.  He had asked Sehun how many places they needed to go to now at least four times and been ignored. The Chinese couldn’t believe what a rude boy he had found himself in the company of. Next stop was Tao and Kris’s, The Canadian wanted them to pick up his special – extra-long – quilt and PJs . “For a big guy you’re a bit of a pussy.” Tao remembers D.O. commenting. Kris slapped him. Chloe freaked and at that point everyone knew:

“so…” Sehun decided to be polite – or as polite as he could possibly manage – for once “what’s up with your friend… the pretty one with red hair, Chloe?” The tall Korean turned back to face Tao and the latter was miffed to say the least.

“We’re making small talk now?”

“just roll with it.”

Tao silently agreed “She likes D.O. –”

Sehun gave the ‘no shit’ look as he fell back a few steps as to talk to his companion properly not noticing how opposing to his company the other really was.

“ – Yixing spilled everything last night.”

“I’m glad I’m not friends with Yixing.” Sehun mentioned with an awkward laugh. Tao, however, did not laugh and Sehun averted his face to the ground; he really was trying now and was just as obsessed with making Tao warm to him as he had been with previously hating all of your friends. The problem with looking to the floor of the hall way and felling too shy to look up came when reaching Tao’s home, the door to Taoris’s flat was right at the end of a long stretched room and Sehun fell victim to the wall at the end. Legend says that the screech the young Korean make on impact could be heard all found Seoul and even in a number of the surrounding provinces, And Tao’s joyous laughter was even louder as he watched the lanky boy flail to the ground like a fish out of water. From a third party point of view it was rather funny , comical even; Sehun’s lanky limbs that were already estranged from his skinny body twisted like spaghetti and contorted in over exaggerated, attention seeking Pain. Tao wondered if Sehun was an only child, skilled with the art of entertaining himself.

Tao – continuing to open his front door – found no problem in leaving a hurt Sehun on the grubby carpet. In all honesty Sehun was more embarrassed than hurt yet his feigning injury made up for that nicely  “Oh shut up~” Tao cooed as he entered the flat leaving Sehun to scramble to his feet.

Sehun decided he didn’t want Tao to like him. Tao –  in the maknae’s opinion – was evil and Sehun had enough of that in his life already.

***

“You ready?” Sehun sassed as he sat on the kitchen counter having helped himself to a bag of peas and placed them on his head “you’re such a slow coach!”

Tao payed no head to the other’s comment and rolled his big eyes “You’re so stupid.” The Chinese proclaimed gesturing to Sehun’s new hat.

Immediate protest roared with childish banter “I know you are but what am i?”

Tao blinked twice “wot?” he couldn’t believe what he was hearing; had Sehun literally turned into a primary school child?

“I said” Sehun poked out his tongue and he reiterated and jumped down from his perch. “You’re stupid.”

“I know you are but what am I!” Tao decided that he could be a more intelligent child that Sehun.

The younger scowled and got closer to Tao, full intent on getting physical if push came to shove “You can’t use my comeback!”

“you don’t own it.” Tao shrugged, dropping the duvets he had collected to the ground.

“Do to!”

“Don’t!”

“YES I DO!” Sehun persisted with extreme seriousness on his face.

“If you love it so much why don’t you marry it!”

“I’m sorry I don’t speak idiot! What was that?”

Tao sighed; he knew he was backed into a corner and no amount of searching through his childhood insults and past petty fights could get him out of this… unless…. Unless, Yes that one perfect phrase. Two words that turned a fight on its head in an instant:

“Your mum.” Tao said with little tone and so fast it was almost one word yet he knew he had won and wore a triumphant smile in advance to his inevitable victory.

Sehun glared and thought momentarily “its opposites day!”  This caught Tao off guard as Sehun poked a finger into his chest causing him to stumble back.

“So what... like… your dad then?” Tao speculated in confusion as he closed the gap between them once more; he wanted the last push.

“No YOUR mum”

“No YOUR mum!”

“YOUR MUM!”

It could have gone on for ages as both boys had forgotten they possessed double-digit ages and fell into a cycle of silly banter. However, in the close proximity the were stood and the general on edge nature of their feelings – Big Bang was always on Sehun’s mind – Just the slightest knock at the door sent the pair into a fearful frenzy and Tao found himself falling into Sehun’s strong grip with a struggled ‘welp’.

Neither protested the security the other provided as the door swung open and – for once –Tao loved the sensation of Sehun’s presence and the feel the Korean’s warm breath on his ear was an added bonus.

It wasn’t until it was way too late that the pair decided to rias their heads and when they did they separated instantly. They were muttering in embarrassment and something along the lines of “You’re gross” came from Sehun and “your face is gross” from Tao.

In the door way Kris and Suho stood “We thought you would be on your way back by now…” Suho admitted whilst trying to remove Kris’s jacket from round his shoulders before anyone noticed. It was too late.

Tao and Sehun blinked silently, in horror “If you say nothing neither will we.” Kris suggested as he took back his coat revelling Suho’s pale, bear arms.  “Although… this isn’t what it looks like…”

No one spoke still and Kris took it upon himself to delve into the flat and grab his phone – assumingly what he and Suho had come for in the first place – in order to leave as soon as possible. The two maknaes were staring and the elders weren’t really feeling it.

“Nice to see you getting along…” Suho offhandedly commented with genuine sincerity having gathered him.

“You… you too.” Sehun replied even though he had no idea why they were together. In reality the others had decided Kris and Suho should learn to stop fighting and Xiumin sent them out on snack errands together, it was cold and one thing lead to another leaving Suho waring Kris’s jacket.

Suho nodded awkwardly “yes… it is.” Before following Kris out into the hall way; the taller had been extremely hurried to leave.  

“OH.” Kris quickly ducked back in looking slightly more amused than previously “You’re still holding hands by the way!”

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Big Bang (prequel) 

“Hi! I’m Chen! Are you one of Kai’s friends? I am.”

Seungri raised an eyebrow… “Chen… right? I’m Seungri; we face chatted back in 2012 when you lost all that dope in England… remember?”

Chen tilted his head as he poured himself a drink “nope.” He then paused and grabbed another glass “Milk?” he offered Seungri.

The elder shook his head, slowly and with concern and looked over to where Kai, Sehun, Suho and his friends were having a meeting. GDragon knew of Kai and Sehun’s offer and confirming it was on the agenda. Chen knew not why he had agreed to come round early but seeing as everyone but Chanyeol and he were going to be late he didn’t feel he had a choice… plus, he couldn’t really resist the drama.

***

“It will only be for 72 hours then?” Sehun asked, clasping his hands together as GDragon nodded. “And we can go home after and you won’t bother us for a while?” GDragon nodded again:

“But I can’t promise no one else will.”

Sehun and Kai understood; the only people who associated with YG were evil mobsters and if they took a liking to either of the boys they were in trouble. This was the main reason for Sehun’s objection; he wasn’t rich in morals thus couldn’t care so much for the reality of becoming a prostitute yet really didn’t want to be pursued by creeps after. Kai however didn’t want to be a damn prostitute but he didn’t want his roommate to be one even more.

“20%” Kai bargained with fear in his eyes – big mistake – GD could see this a mile off.

“Trying to negotiate are we?” Taeyang patronised as he sat down on the sofa next to Kai and grabbed his little cheeks, this wasn’t exactly professional but Big Bang didn’t need professionalism; they had respect and fear already. “Cute baby is paying in the big league.”

Kai ignored this yet Suho could not “20% for Sehun too.”

Sehun looked around outraged for a second yet knew he couldn’t be angry at his friend really; he had already sold himself, the elder was just trying to get a better price. At this time the others entered the flat, Xiumin and D.O. looking extremely pissed off to have been taken from their free time.

“No.” GDragon stated calmly “D.O. however, I’ll wipe all your debt for him.” He threw a wink to the short Korean who promptly rolled his eyes as he took a seat.

“Shut up, Jiyong. You know my Dad would murder your whole company if you ever touched me.”

GDragon laughed “I forgot Kyungie loves to hide behind daddy, you have done since primary school.”

D.O. shrugged “At least daddy doesn’t love to hide inside me.”

GDragon got to his feet in rage as D.O. relaxed with a grin “WHAT DOES THAT MEEN?”

“Nothing, nothing .”

“Good.” GD scowled as he sat back down, having had his cryptic past reaped.  

“Now.” Xiumin started “You can’t have Kia… or Sehun – despite how much we hate him.”

“Thanks Hyung.”

“ – we’ll get another way to pay.”

Suho sighed as he leant into whisper to his friend; he noticed his phone buzz and quickly took the cover of Xiumin’s back answer it.  The latter was confused at first yet played along; they might well need back up at this rate.

Suho had since given up on phone talk and decided to text.

They were all back at square one “What now?” Daesung asked “do we just Kidnap the maknaes because I’ve already made promises and don’t feel like fulfilling them personally.”

“I will come willingly for the 20% cut.” Kai offered once more, testing his luck a second time and secretly hoping he wouldn’t have to go if he got too cocky.

“I want 15%” Sehun demanded earning side-eye from the lot of ‘em “What?  I’m a realist.”

GDragon nodded “I will do 15%, 30 in total.” Kai tried to hide his disappointment as he rubbed his knee caps in nervousness. He wasn’t cut out for this shit.

Sehun gave Suho a thumbs up leaving the elder Korean to  despair in the simple nature of his friend’s mind, that or Sehun was embracing his ultimate doom with open arms as to soften the blow, Suho thought this made sense.

“This is going to be a long, long night.” TOP sighed as he entered the group, a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

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Poetry

“Okay, next we have Kim Jongin reading a selection of original pieces dedicated to Huang Zitao, Zhang Yixing and Wu Yifan.”

Yixing rolled his eyes wondering what shit Kai could have come up with in the space of a few days regarding him. What was he going to do? Call Yixing out for being a pot head? Yea like anyone cared. Still Kai took the stage, walking below the mellowed florescent lights that now shone a deep blue, extenuating only his face and portentous black polo neck. Tao took note on the fact if was way too tight for Kai’s form, nudging Luhan with a promiscuous grin before the Korean snatched the microphone from the MC.

“My names Kai… its… it’s not Jongin, okay?”

The MC held his hands above his head, eyes displaying a look of ‘whatever you say bro’ the audience reacted in a similar way yet now further anticipated the thug’s reading.

“I call this piece ‘the pandas are dying.’”

Tao rolled his eyes. He wished this particular panda (himself) would hurry up and do so.

“The pandas are dying; we’re locking them in zoos pointing and laughing as they twirl their bamboo their cage is like your lacking dance ability suppressing your freedom, locked by a lack of agility Kungfu panda? An animated joke. You adopted it, scared, a façade like cloak. Huang Zitao, I really hate you. But not as much as I thoroughly pity you.”

Kai bowed as a roar of appreciation came from his table crapping his intently for his achievements whereas, a few seats over, Tao just scowled. “He just rhymed you with you.” The young Chinese mentioned to a baffled Yixing yet the elder didn't really care.

“But the rest was surprisingly sound… for Kai I mean… like he must have taken classes.”

Chloe agreed “remember last month when he blessed us with the line “Luhan you look like my nan.” Luhan could only shake his head at the memory.

Yixing nodded suppressing the will to laugh as Kai was still on stage reading out a list of people he wanted to thank for his great achievements. “That’s defiantly up there with ‘Tao why do you always look so sou~r’”

Tao rolled his eyes “because life gave me lemons!”

“This next one is named ‘Wu Fan’”

Yixing knew Kris would be interested in seeing this thus got out his phone and began to film the tan Korean on the ill lit stage.

“oh, and it’s a rap.”

Tao’s eyes bulged as he physically held his lips tougher; This was going to be gold. All the months of teasing had led up to this moment and the young boy couldn’t find it in himself to care anymore as it was all going to become worth it in this instant.

“uh, yeah, beat the drop yo!”

“yo think yo so swag, yo think yo gat jams but really Kris wu you gat a head full of sand.”

Chloe, Luhan, Xing and Tao lost it, they could each think of a thousand better than sand to rhyme with jams and the put on accent was just a bonus

“yo painting sucks and yo nat that hot all da girls be blind cuz yo  don’t really got… shit… on me; I’m swag, you see, K to da A to da I baby flying to da sky every day for real~zeez~

Again, Kai received applauds from his friends and in addition all of the hopeless fan girls around who were too blinded by his looks to experience how much of a damn cringe he really was.  Tao dared to uncover his eyes and Luhan remained stunned, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“I want a mix-tape.” The eldest whispered.

“What?” the rest quizzed yet as the other shook out of his trance he realised it was probably best to leave it at that.  

“For my last reading of the night I present you with a little something I worked on at lunch yesterday, it’s not perfected so don’t be disheartened if it doesn’t live up to my other work.”

Yixing happily prepared himself, looking forward for what Kai had in store for him; he was fond of new experiences and liked to embrace the unknown.

“Zhang Yixing   Zoo like thing Hippy always chinesing-“

Yixing rose an eyebrow and leant over to Luhan “what is this… chineseing?”

“I believe it’s an acrostic poem”  

Yixing sat back in his chair and screwed up his face “it’s kinda… shit.”

“- never not high going to live in a field yippee interesting… sort of Xing infuriatingly colourful nonsense spurting Gunicorn”

Yixing sat, gob smacked, as Kai jumped down from the stage and fell into the loving embrace of Minji, of whom seemed exceptionally proud. “what?” the young boy asked no one in particular “he does know Unicorn doesn't have a silent G right… like gnome…”

“Shut up your chineseing hippy, zoo like thing, your nonsense spurting is infuriatingly colourful, go live in a field.”