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chp. 4

''So, you see,'' Yuta sang, jumping to sit on the marble counter. ''There's this party I wanted to go to, and...''

He stopped for a dramatic effect. Taeyong gave all of hs being to stop himself from rolling his eyes out of the universe.

''I want you to come with me.''

Taeyong heaved a sigh, already feeling troubled. As much as he loved attention, he also knew that he was awfully stupid and daring when he was drunk. Also, he cried. Taeyong did not like crying with makeup on. At all. And if any of these things happened, his pretty much perfect reputation would die immediately. His alcohol tolerance was also pretty low, making him an easy target for funny Snapchat and Instagram stories. And those stories were funny only to outsiders- to Taeyong, they'd be just humiliating and embarrasing.

''There are so many things that could happen,'' Taeyong started, running a hand through his hair and leaning back aganst the table. ''Firstly, my-''

He stopped talking when he saw how quickly Yuta's face fell. He was using Taeyong's weakness against him- Taeyong absolutely hated  making people sad. Taeyong frowned at his friend, not sure of what to do. He ddn't want to go but he also didn't like seeing his friend, nor did he like Yuta's horrifying grudges.

''I,'' he tried, but couldn't go on, becoming silent again. Yuta used that to his advantage and immediately sprung up back into action. Taeyong wanted to scream in anger when he saw that Yuta's bright smile had made its way onto his face again.

''Since you seem to have nothing to say,'' Yuta held Taeyong's hand, ''I'm going to take your silence as acceptance!''

''I hate you,'' Taeyong whined and pulled his hand away, not wanting to look at Yuta's grin. He shut his eyes tightly. ''Fuck, I hate you so much, you have no idea.''

''Oh, but you know you love me,'' Yuta cackled. ''If I wasn't your friend, you would've never gotten laid. Ever.''

''...good point.''

''Anyways,'' Yuta said, hopping off the counter only to throw himself on the couch instead. Taeyong sat on the armrest as Yuta's body covered up the entire thing. ''I haven't talked to you in like... a day or two. What's been happening? The usual boring ass routine you somehow adopted?''

''It's not that  boring,'' Taeyong protested. ''I dance. I work. I go to my classes. And then I repeat.''

''Yeah, but where's the boyfriend part?'' Yuta said seriously. ''You need to get yourself a man!''

''Well, you don't have a boyfriend either,'' Taeyong pointed out. Yuta smiled knowingly.

''Well, you see...''

Taeyong gasped. ''Did you get yourself a boyfriend and didn't tell me? I swear to god I'll-''

''Calm down, Tae,'' Yuta's smile turned into a smirk. ''You know the party we're gonna go?''

''More like the party you're forcing me to go,'' Taeyong rolled his eyes. ''What about it?''

''Well, it's host is a hot guy named Johnny-''

Taeyong cut him off. ''Isn't that the guy Ten's been crying about lately?'' ,he frowned, ''Yuta, you can't try to flirt with him. That's too cheap, even for you.''

''I don't do cheap, Taeyong,'' Yuta said, looking genuinely hurt by Taeyong's words. ''I never do cheap. You know that.''

''Do I?''