[CONTENTID3]Adult[/CONTENTID3] 

[CONTENTID2]Friday – 20th February[/CONTENTID2]

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Chanyeol

There were two types of prankster in this world:

One, there’s this “That’s so effing wicked HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” person who would feel not even a particle-sized of guilt and instead, really really enjoyed the pain of the victim at the moment.

And two, there’s this “…that’s too cruel. We should apologize, man.” annoying, coward one who’s the most sensible and rational between the two and also the one who managed to get their asses out of possible trouble in the future.

I was always the first type while Suho... well, he's the other one.

But while we were running at our full speed away from the crime site—as I declared a few minutes ago—, I couldn’t help but to notice that my hyung and partner in crime for tonight whose famous nickname was supposed to mean ‘guardian’ or ‘patron’ or even ‘angel’, was actually and unexpectedly the first type of prankster too.

“OH MY GOD IT FELT SO GOOD HAHAHAHAH SERVER THAT BASTARD RIGHT-” Suho laughed as we slowed down our pace. Walking would be most reasonable thing to do after that hella tiresome and mind-numbing running. He was speaking more nonsenses about how that innocent new dude that we just pranked at these wee hours truly deserved it when he’s not.

Yes, we just pranked an innocent boy. So what? It's high school; it's normal. Deal with it.

Still panting, I looked around vigilantly after Suho decided to crouch down and continued his hysterical laughter. It started to creep me out—not the fact that it’s almost 2 AM and we were practically in the middle of a vacant and dark street but it’s the very fact that Suho’s unusual self that gave me chills.

The way he was enjoying this a tad too much—was he possessed by Loki’s spirit?

“Stop laughing like that, hyung!” I playfully kicked his , expecting him to stand up and lecture me about respect nicely like he always does when I rather brutally. But all I got was another loud row of laughter from him. “Oi… just, stop it.”

“You’re brilliant, you know that?” he uttered between his cackle, big doe eyes looking up at me. “You’re brilliant, Park Chanyeol.”

“Well thank you,” I sighed rather pleasantly as I grinned back at him. It was rare to hear him—heck no, it’s rare for anyone to actually praise me like that since I was never the most brilliant guy in school. All I could ever be brilliant in was during basketball-ing and being a class clown. I was not as good as Jongdae—my classmate—at pranks either, so it was inexorable for me to feel good when being appreciated and credited.

We were halfway to our dormitory, and sensing that there’s probably no harm even if we ever get caught by the guards for roaming around the school at these hours (since Suho’s one of the most respectable students with position and whatnot), I decided to join him and sat on the cold, damp ground while catching our breathe. The night time's wonderful, I concluded after taking a moment to silently gazing at the starry sky and listened to crickets in the distance singing its soft melodies along while feeling the soothing cold wind kissing our cheeks every now and then.

Suho was still giggling to himself like a little scary, possessed boy as he struggled to breathe normally again. His handsome pale face now was slightly red and sweaty; strands of golden brown hair went here and there, changing the usual neat, clean, responsible image of Vice President Kim Suho into an adorable happy mess. He looked like he just break free from a prison he locked himself into and this would be the last time he’s tasting it; savoring it to the fullest. I couldn’t help but to feel good about the horrible prank I comitted on the innocent boy after seeing Suho like this.

Suho looked like his old self—like the same boy before he entered Victory High; the same boy who laughed his off when he and Sehun pushed me off a river as a part of my 16th birthday present; the same boy who couldn’t care less about his future when he’s with his closest friends namely me and Sehun because according to seventeen-years-old Kim Junmyeon, adulthood can wait.

I was immensely glad that at least for tonight, when he was going on with my little plan to prank that poor guy and laughed cruelly like a witch when we succeed, he did paused and enjoyed himself; he stopped chasing his perfect, bright future and be his good old self again even for a while. My silly self wondered why couldn’t we always enjoy being care-free and live life to the fullest doing what our young, reckless souls wanted.

Why couldn’t adulthood wait, really?

“Done laughing like a maniac?” I asked when the hyung I respected the most looked up at me in silence.

Suho chuckled and kicked my precious Kamikaze III Reebok—which sent me groaning, complaining and threatening to literally kill him if he dares to do it again. I saw him hugging his knees; head tilted and rested on them as he glanced at still-grumpy-about-my-precious-shoes me. “Chanyeol-ah,”

I only looked up as a respond to his sudden softness in voice and he giggled at my face before murmuring an audible: “Thank you for being a brilliant friend tonight.”

“My pleasur-”

“But we seriously need to go back and release that new boy before school tomorrow, either want it or not.” Suho stated in his business-tone. Here comes the second type of prankster he normally was again; cowardice but also undeniably prudent. “I don’t wan-”

“Let me guess,” I cut his words, and as if to provoke him, I mimicked his tone: “You don’t want us get into trouble?”

“More like I don’t want Woohyun to be in deep trouble...” he was being that friendly and caring Vice President Kim Suho again.

“What?!” I exclaimed, clearly irritated. “Why would he? So what if he skips school tomorrow? It's not mandatory to go, too, anyway.”

“It's not that,” he calmly looked at me with that warm smile of his and all I could think of was ‘damn, he’s back! Kim Suho’ back! Give me my Junmyeon hyung back!’ until he said something unbelievably ludicrous while fidgeting:

“It’s just, it’s already Friday now and… that swimming hall we left him in is… haunted.”

Woohyun

Hi.

My name’s Nam Woohyun and as handsome and charismatic as it sounded, I always try to act as one. But it’s really hard to keep it cool and be charismatic after so many unfortunate things happened. Although it was my first time at Victory High today, I surprisingly already learnt so many things.

First of all, not all Koreans were nice. Secondly, not all friendly-looking people were trustable so don’t just go around and ask directions from strangers—simple and quick lesson there; never judge a book by its cover. And last but not least, be an adult instead of being an idi