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it’s six in the morning, and seven boys—correction, men— are huddled behind a bush of their high school, all arguing with one another until the youngest finally puts everyone to silence.
“operation get jaehyun and taeyong together commences!” donghyuck calls out eagerly. the rest of them look at him funny as a series of replies and complaints crumple his so called plan.
“can’t they get together themselves?”
“i thought they were already together.”
“fuck jaehyun and taeyong!”
all of them look at yuta, who says the last statement. he seems indifferent with his usual gummy smile intact and bug eyes popping out eagerly. “i meant that as in like… they are so hot… i would fuck both of them.”
donghyuck gets distracted at the sight of both jaehyun and taeyong in front of him. “guys, it’s them, shh!” almost immediately, everyone finds a spot in the bush where they can watch from to spy on their two best friends, which is totally not creepy.
the two of them are walking casually. jaehyun momentarily places his hand around taeyong’s waist as they walk past a narrow path to avoid him from bumping into anything. sicheng squeals at the sight, silently saying something to himself in chinese.
jaehyun and taeyong stop once they’re near the school entrance and chat with each other for while. as the former talks about something, taeyong eagerly nods and smiles, his eyes locked on the other.
johnny claps and wooes. “those are heart eyes right there, bitch! i see you, lee taeyong!” the rest of them have to shush him. god, americans have no control over their noise.
eventually, the pair part ways, eliciting discontent sighs from their nosy friends. as if they all telepathically communicated somehow, they huddle again, placing their hands in the middle.
for the second time, donghyuck announces,
“operation get jaehyun and taeyong together commences!”
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mark nods at johnny as he sees taeyong approach the classroom. he performs the discrete signal they agreed on, violently flapping his arms wildly. “cacaw! cacaw! the eagle is approaching.”
the whole class stares. johnny gets out of his seat to stop the younger boy. “stop it! stop it, mark!”
taeyong walks into their english classroom, thankfully not having seen or heard anything. johnny and mark freeze like stone as they prepare for their plan.
“bro?” johnny whispers.
“bro.” mark replies.
with that, they begin to set their plan in motion. they are ready to execute the most critically poised plan that will have anyone at their knees—
the pink haired boy plops himself onto his seat, cutely tilting his head and blinking repeatedly as he tries to read the english on the board. and suddenly, the two boys momentarily halt their plan.
“ oh my god , he is so adorable,” johnny cooes, placing his hand over his mouth. “he’s like a little teddy bear.”
“i want to pinch his cheeks,” mark adds on. “ah! snap out of it; the show must go on!”
johnny nods in agreement. aggressively, almost mirroring the men in black, they stride towards taeyong, faces deadpanned, intent gleaming in their eyes. they pause in front of his desk.
“yo, bro.” mark starts.
taeyong looks up from his book, confusion laces his features at first but at the sight of familiar faces that he is used to seeing doing weird things, he smiles. “hey, what’s up?”
johnny kneels down, resting his head on the edge of the desk, “hey, can you help us with this english word?”
taeyong makes a face. “aren’t you both… fluent in english?”
johnny worriedly gazes back at mark. he mouths, “i didn’t think about that.” mark’s eyes widen as he attempts to think of something on the spot. he rests his chin on the other side of the desk.
“no, but this word is like… really hard.”
“i doubt i can be of any help,” taeyong replies. johnny and mark quiver. “but show me anyway.” they sigh in relief.
mark quickly rummages through his backpack, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper with the words “you make me wet between my thighs” written in english in the center of the paper.
taeyong squints at the words. his lips warping into different shapes as he deciphers the pronunciation. mark and johnny stare on, hearts in their eyes.
“ y-you ma… make me wet between my thighs . is that what it says?”
they snap out of their dazes to respond.
“yeah,” mark says eagerly. “that’s right!”
“hey, mark!”
“yeah, johnny?”
“you know who likes these words?”
“i have no idea!’
“brother jaehyun does!”
“oh my god, bro, you are correct!”
taeyong looks back and forth as the two boys in front of him demonstrate oscar worthy acting. of course, he falls oblivious to it. a small grin tugs at the corner of his lips as he asks, “does he really like them?”
mark and johnny nod enthusiastically. soon, the bell rings, and everyone pours into their seats. jaehyun walks in, plopping himself in the desk next to none other than taeyong. as the teacher begins her lesson, taeyong gently taps him on the shoulder.
“hey, jae,” he whispers softly. jaehyun can’t help but smile at the older, immediately melting at the sound of his voice. “you make me wet between my thighs.”
and at this, he freezes. blood seems to rush to his cheeks at the speed of light, and something twitches in his mind—and maybe somewhere else—as he fully processes the words that had just come out of taeyong’s pure, pink mouth.
“w-what?”
“you make me wet between my thighs.” taeyong repeats. a genuine smile is fixed onto his features, so jaehyun assumes that the older doesn’t know what he’s saying, meaning only one thing. within point five seconds, his head is cocked around, facing the direction of the culprits, johnny and mark. johnny bites his lip eagerly while mark gives him a thumbs up. jaehyun just thinks about how punchable they look right now. instead, he turns back to taeyong and suddenly, he’s an angel again.
“tae, you shouldn’t say that.”
the other boys tilts his head, a puzzled expression tugging on his face. jaehyun scribbles something in his notebook before gently pushing it towards taeyong. “try saying that instead.”
taeyong carefully recites the words on the piece of paper. “ you make me happy .”
jaehyun smiles, dimples peeking out and everything, he brushes his fingers over taeyong’s hand. “ you make me happy too, tae.”
“awwww!” mark and johnny coo from the back. their hands are interlocked with one another as they admire the fairytale scene in front of them.
“bro, that is too cute.”
“bro, agreed.”
“brogreed?”
“brogreed.”
a piece of paper is kicked in their direction. johnny picks it up, immediately becoming startled.
“you guys are getting beaten when this class ends.”
mark peeks at the paper, a small gasp escaping his lips. “w-who could’ve written this?”
“bro, i don’t know!”
jaehyun should just beat them right there.