LAP SITTING BRAT [doyoung x donghyuck]

Lap Sitting Brat

Doyoung would like to think that he and Donghyuck were bitter rivals. They were extremely competitive and always took everything a tad too far with no regard for any of the people around them. Doyoung will admit he's not completely innocent here, but he's most certainly not as guilty as Donghyuck. Donghyuck is nine times out of ten the instigator. And it's not even only Doyoung he tries to rile up: Jaehyun, Sicheng, Ten and Kun have all faced him in some way. But the difference is none of them get nearly as worked up as Doyoung. Ten has his moments where he comes close to strangling Donghyuck, but it comes nowhere near as close as Doyoung.

Donghyuck has his own friend group, chalk full of annoying freshmen, that Doyoung would like to crush under his thumb (with the exception of Renjun and Jeno, the only two he bothered to learn the names of, because Renjun is terrifying and Jeno is an absolute angel).

Doyoung isn't even sure how he first ran into Donghyuck. They have no classes together, Doyoung is only friends with juniors and seniors, and Donghyuck is a fucking art major while Doyoung majors in medicine. It doesn't even matter why or how they met, just that they did.

Context aside, Doyoung's spring semester of his senior year is coming to an end and he's ready to move on to bigger and better things-- aka medical school. Him and Kun are trying to get into the same one because going to medical school sounds absolutely terrifying, although Doyoung would never say that outloud.

"Hey, Doyoung," Donghyuck says, sliding into the booth next to Doyoung where he had clearly been studying and having lunch. "Are you free next week?"

"For you? No," Doyoung replies, refusing to look up from his textbook. He takes another bite of his sandwich and he can practically hear Donghyuck's pouting. "Okay, why should I be free next week?"

"Next Friday is my dance recital." Donghyuck grabs one of Doyoung's french fries, and Doyoung bites his cheek and chooses to be the bigger person and not say anything.

"I thought you were an art major." Doyoung carefully flips the page in his textbook and eats a french fry.

"I am, but I'm also a dance minor. Which you would know if you ever listened to me talk," Donghyuck pouts, resting his chin on Doyoung's shoulder.

"I don't listen to most people talk, don't take it personally." Doyoung finally turns his head to glance at Donghyuck. "And get your head off my shoulder."

"No," Donghyuck replies, chin digging into Doyoung's shoulder. "I think your shoulder is comfortable."

"We both know you are lying." Doyoung frowns and closes his textbook, setting it flat on the table.

"Yeah, and?" Donghyuck smiles. "You're lucky I have practice to get to though, so your shoulder is safe for now." Donghyuck is about to get up from his seat when Ten comes flying in the door, eyes locking on Donghyuck.

"Donghyuck!" Ten shouts, racing across the cafeteria over to their table and Doyoung would be embarrassed by the amount of people looking in their direction, but he's been friends with Ten for four years and can't really be shocked by the things he does anymore. "You weren't answering your phone; you're so lucky I saw your head from the window and found you. Dance practice is starting half an hour late, but I need to get you a new costume for your solo because Jennie didn't like my original one and I agreed to create another one for her."

"And why did you do that?" Doyoung asks, snacking on a few more french fries. Ten is a self proclaimed independent person, but he still really likes people's approval. Doyoung doesn't blame him though, approval is nice, it's just a lot of work from what Doyoung has seen of the way that Ten will bend over backwards, especially for dance related things.