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It wasn’t even part of the mission. But it was oh so easy -Foei couldn’t resist.
Leave it to the stupid spoiled cocky rich kid to leave Foei alone with his laptop open and unguarded. The only thing between him and the fool’s personal data is a mere user password. It’s goddamn amateur hours here, he thinks. Captain really is no match for him.
He scans the coast. Clear. The fool isn’t coming back anytime soon -and for double assurance (because Foei is smart and a professional) he texts Beauty, asking her to keep Captain occupied for the time being. Just in case.
With that out of the way, he sits himself in front of the laptop. It’s open on a lock screen, the screen saver is of some gaudy sports car Foei couldn’t care less about. There’s several ways he could do this. He could do a remote malware breach but his own laptop is conveniently stashed in the backseat of Cher’s car as of right now. He could try cracking it with a magic box but brute forcing an attack would take too long and this isn’t even on his agenda today. So that leaves him with the good old invalid sign-in lockout override.
To do it he has to reach the system’s sign-in attempt limit. On a simple system like Captain’s (he’s talking more about his brain of course), Foei guesses that it’s probably set anywhere from 3 to 10 times. That just means he has to do the dull and repetitive task of purposefully filling in random incorrect passwords for that amount of time, so he could reach the account lockout threshold. There, the actual bit of hacking would then commence. It’s not a walk in the park but it’s not exactly hacking into the Pentagon either. His practiced fingers can DoS his way into it, Foei will do just fine.
And heck, it’s Captain’s laptop he reminds himself. He has to at least have a little bit of fun with it -if only so when he succeeds he can be 10 times more smug about it. That’s a when by the way, not an if; Foei will make sure of it. “Petty” is after all his middle name.
And so he begins -as a general rule, always with the obvious first. Just in case. He types in captain.
The password is incorrect. Try again.
He types in Captain.
The password is incorrect. Try again.
He types in c4pta1n.
The password is incorrect. Try again.
“Well, at least he’s not that stupid”, Foei grumbles. He starts typing at random.
lamborghini, incorrect. hufnagel, incorrect. gunsnroses, incorrect.
He starts thinking silly. girls, try again. chicks, try again.
A sudden stroke of lightning. “What if…,”
Star
...The password is incorrect. Try again. He sighs. “It was worth a shot.”
Foei pauses for a bit. That’s nine in counting now. The next is probably the last try. Not that it matters. Honestly he wasn’t expecting any of his tries to work. After all -infuriating as he is, no one is that stupid, much less Captain.
They are, after all, enrolled in the same computer program. And while Foei’s computer science elective gives him a bit of an edge in this in comparison to Captain’s computer engineering background, they are working on the same application. And aside from his tardiness and general state of...annoyingness, Foei couldn’t really poke any holes in Captain’s work.
Fact is -Foei begrudgingly admits; Captain is pretty good when he has to be. And actually, pretty cool to be around when they’re not on their high horses throwing expletives at each other. And honestly, pretty nice when he brings Foei snacks as apologies for being late. And stupidly, pretty… handsome when he shuts his mouth to work on their project seriously. The knit between his brows and the frown he makes when a code is particularly difficult is a constant fodder on Foei’s mind. Not that anyone needs to know that, thank you.
Wait, he’s getting sidetracked.
Fuck it, he thinks. Typing in foei as a joke for the 10th attempt. Readying himself to see the lockout message as soon as he hits enter.
Except he doesn’t.
A welcome message greets him for a split second, before the screen shifts, displaying Captain’s desktop.
What?
Foei stares at what can only be described as an organized mess; it’s barely a desktop. Aside from the ever present Recycle Bin, Captain only has one folder there -presumably containing all his data. What could be seen of his background is a guess at best; it’s a picture of a low lit room and people dancing -somehow reminiscent of that swing dance club they went to for their project. What’s at the center of the picture, Foei couldn’t see; only stripes of mint green and white, probably someone’s shirt. The rest of the screen is filled with an assortment of shorthands and lists on sticky notes. He doesn’t understand most of them -opened in competing overlaid tabs, but hey they’re color coded. Wouldn’t expect that from him…
Wait, back up!
Foei finds himself pausing again. There’s no way.
There’s no way, he thinks.
Not a minute ago was he typing his name into Captain’s password box as a joke, fully expecting it to go into a lockout. He was all ready to put his fingers to work. What the fuck happened?
What the fuck?
His brain refuses to process.
Not a minute ago was he typing his name into Captain’s password box as a joke, fully expecting it to go into a lockout. Except it didn’t. The password went through -his name went through.
What the actual fuck?
Just when he begins to spiral about what this all might mean, he feels a tap on his shoulder.
Foei jumps, curses in surprise only to turn back and sighs in relief at Cher -looking at him in confusion, gauging his face and then the thing in front of him. She stares at the laptop for a second and then back at him, with a look spelling out a question of ‘do I want to know?’. Foei shakes his head fast at that -he could barely process what just happened, laying it out then and there for Cher would be too much of a tall order.
So it’s a relief that instead she goes; “Where have you been? The job’s done. We should head back now.”
Foei could only nod. Checking for his things and quickly getting up from the bench. He gestures for Cher to lead the way, but she instead spares another look at the laptop.
“You’re not bringing that with you?”
Foei shakes his head no -all delusion of grandeur at hacking Captain’s data vanishing that very instant. “It’s not mine,” he says and then closes the screen.
For a moment Cher squints at him -inquiring; “huh…” she lets out. But says nothing and starts walking them back to where they’re parked.
Thank god, Foei thinks. Brain thankfully catching up fast enough to shoot Beauty a text letting her know he’s leaving. His finger pauses on the screen after that, weighing up his next move. Fuck it seems to be his mantra that day as he presses on his chat window with Captain.
“You’re an idiot” he types and sends.
“unprompted? f u 2” he receives in less than 5 seconds.
“Left your laptop on the bench, asshole” he replies. Making sure to exit the chat and turn his phone off in succession.
It’s important to have the last word in, Foei tells himself -a reason he knows is petty. But whatever, he’s warranted after…whatever all of that was. As for the rest? That’s for future Foei to figure out.
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Epilogue
Well what do you know? Future Foei does end up figuring it all out.
A month after that foolish shebang, the accident with Beauty happened. As does consequently the confession at the hospital. It’s hard to believe but they’re boyfriends now. And as embarrassing as it is to walk around campus holding hands (especially when they come across Star who eyes them with the ultimate knowing look), it is absolutely no match for the way Captain makes him feel when they’re alone together.
Like right now?
Captain’s tongue is slick against his bottom lips, gaining swift entrance. Foei presses closer, welcoming him deeper into his mouth, greets him with a lick of his own tongue. He’s not sure who’s making that low moan of pleasure. It could very much be him with how Captain is sucking and lapping at his lips, but it could also very much be Captain with how he has his hair tight in his grip -pulled the way the other likes it. He honestly doesn’t care, he feels so good and he knows Captain feels the same.
After some time their kisses slows, turns lazy and soft. Now simply a means to maintain a connection between them -being in a relationship really has made him clingy. Eventually Foei pulls back -not that it bothers the other, Captain only resumes leaving little kisses up and down his jaw. Nipping occasionally, bringing out little whines out of Foei.
“Why am I your laptop password?” he shoots, point blank.
Captain raises his head from where it was previously close to ravaging his neck. He chuckles fondly, slightly embarrassed. This is gonna be good, Foei thinks.
“I’m not even gonna ask how you know..., but it’s because I’m dumb.”
Foei holds back a laugh and raises his eyebrow instead. Explain, you fool.
“I’m really bad at remembering them. And you were the only thing that keeps coming to mind. Like you were literally unforgettable to me. So… et voilà.” There’s an audible cringe to Captain’s tone and a visible tint to his cheeks.
Foie takes a moment to just stare at him after that. Taking in his answer and fighting back a smile. In the end he lost.
“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” he says, before pulling Captain close and kissing him like there’s no tomorrow.