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it takes jinam a moment to realize that the question had been indeed directed towards him rather than some other random passerby in the moment. so it goes without saying that the settling silence between them drags for a while longer than it’s supposed to as his fingers carry on tapping against his phone screen at a swift pacing, the text more than likely being some completely dumb shit he’d read in the foreign news yesterday or heard in the club, or even the hallways when finding his next class, seeming how the small grin on his face curls up with lacing mischief that stretches from one corner to the other. entertainment. 

it’s only after he presses send, he notices that after all of that anticipation, that dramatic prolonged silence, he’s sent the text to the wrong person. and he’s too late to switch to airplane mode, too, to cancel out his mistake. oh, shit. was this karma for making daehyun wait for an answer? perhaps. but hopefully that other person’s phone falls in the toilet soon. or something like that. 

“pool party? alright, hold on i’ll ask.” the corner of his mouth nearly twitches when his phone vibrates a second he rests it down onto the table to sit up out of his chair. he ignores it, though. it’ll probably read something like ‘what the fUCK”. it was always the wtf. he didn’t know daehyun enough to predict a reaction out of him just yet, a reaction to what he was about to do, but he knew enough about himself to confidentially admit that anybody would go ‘what the fuck’ again or ‘sit down’ in three, two, one—

“HEY, would anyone like to go to a pool party tonight? yeah, or yeah?” his voice is loud enough to silence majority of the cafeteria as it echoes through with bass and all, almost like a trap mix. heads turn their way and many eyes stare in confusion, some narrowed in suspicion as if wondering if this is a drill or not. but it doesn’t matter to jinam. all he does is give out the time and what anyone who would like to come could potentially bring to make things more fun, then reassures anyone who’s listening, even daehyun, that the school would surely allow it. “because they love their students, right?” so why can’t they have a little fun tonight, right? 

      Life is pretty okay, according to Minjae. Pretty okay, because he had his arm hooked around his schoolmate’s shoulders as they stumbled out of a bar, his book-bag from the day still slumping against his back. Real infantile. The men were a drunken mess of fumbling feet, and unwarranted bouts of laughter. And life is pretty okay, because they dithered behind the Rosette Pub, and the weight of Minjae’s bag fell to the ground. With the rest of his daily taxes.

      Now, an hour later, Minjae is sprawled out on the floor, staring up at the sky. His palm smooths over the ground, a mix of gravel and dirt. He’s accessing his surroundings. ”You think God’s watchin’ us right now?” He’s clearing his throat with a guttural projection. “They say he’s always watching. Y’know, I don’t believe in God or anything but... he’s a real sore ass if he watches me whack off all the time. And shower.” There’s a brief lull in the conversation, and he’s slurring out, “know what I mean, man?”

      Then he’s folding over his lap, rough fingers reach to drag his backpack near to his bent knees. He dives for his pack, pops a cigarette between his lips. He used to never smoke (he used to hate it), he’d only grasped the habit within recent months. He’d blame Akira, a Japanese boy he once knew. That is, to say, if anyone cared enough about his health to ask. Lights the cigarette up. “I probably shouldn’t do this.” Inhale. “But what can I say? Love smelling like torched asshole.” Then he’s got a moan of realization pressing past the smoke, seeping out of his cracked lips. Hand dives in again, he’s pulling out a canister. Gives it a good shake. Spray paint. Then he’s going to the grimy wall behind the bar. His hands follow the motions of a rather immature depiction of a dick. Under it, he scribbles in ‘KMJ.’ Then, he calls over his shoulder. “Come here, hyung. Let me show you somethin’ sick!”

im surprised in the stink of those old ass jeans you could even say economy correctly

Daehyun: For something to be gained, something of equal value must be lost.

Ten: Bruh, you're not even wrong.

[PAUSE]

Ten: Hey, but if you did a human transmutation, what if you lost your dong?

Daehyun: Are anime fans even real? Why is this a sentence I received in 2016?

Ten: [YELLING] I'm asking a real ass question, how will you pee?

Daehyun: [YELLING BACK] What do I get in place of my dong? That's the real question. And can I still use the bathroom? That's all that matters.

Ten: [YELLING SOME MORE] Something of equal value!!

Ten: [YELLING SUBSIDES] So probably something small.

“blushes” o h

[ KIM DAEHYUN ], a [ FRESHMAN ], is attending Sosurim University. He is often seen studying [ SCIENCES ]. Don’t mistake him as [ KIM JIWON ] of [ IKON ].