forbidden ↠ jaeyong

f o u r t e e n

"is it obvious?" he rolled his eyes. "he was in chenle's bridal shower." he continued.

"oh, the bottoms were having a party." lucas said, chuckling.

"bottoms?" all of them asked, staring at the tall man curiously.

"aren't we top?" he asked curiously.

"whatever," doyoung rolled his eyes. "we need to do something."

"for what?" yuta asked. "i mean, i have trust in my sicheng. so, why do we need to do something though?"

"god, are you dumb?" the bunny said. "bridal shower usually having a guest for the guest, you know what i mean?"

"wait, so you're saying. the gifts they called for the guest is... boys?" mark asked.

"yes!" doyoung agreed.

the guests were now having fun, those topless men on the stage and dancing nonstop. if you guys think that all of them was on the dancer's attention,

"haechan for a good life!"

"we're whipped in winwin!"

the dancers were just for the older ones or the other guests, while taeyong and others, including the bride, chenle, were having their own world. haechan who's now wasted, jaemin who almost lift everything he see up, jungwoo who's imitating the scene from tom and jerry, winwin who makes everyone in awe because of his cuteness, ten who became the people called 'gift' because he's dancing nonstop.

taeyong and taeil who's supporting the young ones, dancing with ten, lifting everything they see, and same with chenle, they also laugh nonstop.

"stage is made for ten and taeyong!"

the two went on the stage after the 'gifts' left the venue since their work had already ended. when the music started, the two started to dance.

until all of them went on the stage, wasted as fuck, almost half of the guest were already passed out. well, alcohol was everywhere.

a group of men arrived at the venue, at how fast they ran to go here is the slow they walked right now after seeing how mess the venue was.

everyone was already passed out, chairs that were not in the right place, everything was really messed up, they cannot explain how messed up it is.

"ten?"

"hmm?"

"are you ready to face some scold tomorrow?"

"i'm always ready for it."

"we're dead on our man."

"winwin is right, are we just going to lay here?"

"or we should not go home? my man is scarier than a ghost."

the group of men who just came went their eyes on the stage, familiar mens was there, laying on the stage and wasted as fuck. but look at them, they can still talk to each other clearly.

"ten chittaphon!"

"lee taeyong!"

"moon taeil!"

"dong sicheng!"

"lee donghyuck!"

"na jaemin!"