it all starts when doyoung has a great idea.

doyoung and his ideas are thought to be great by doyoung himself, and often begin with him dragging his friends into the possible copious amounts of they’ll get up to, and he is always adamant they’ll thank him for it later. on this weekend’s agenda involves him getting invited to a party, and then relaying to his entire friend circle that they’re going too, because he may have told the hosts they’re all expected to turn up. (it’s actually doyoung’s own assumption, but he thinks they don’t need to know that, so he conveniently leaves that part out.)

“what the , dude?” is jaehyun’s first reaction. yuta and hansol, who can only look at each other, simply nod in agreement. taeyong has his head buried in his hands. johnny is seen grimacing at first from the lack of warning, and only groans when doyoung also tells him he’s being hired as the night’s dj. it isn’t until doyoung also says he’ll be paid for his services that johnny thinks this one (1) idea of doyoung’s is a good one. (“you only live once, that's the motto. yolo.”) taeil is working a shift at the cafe on campus, but doyoung (thinks he) knows taeil is happy to go along with whatever he plans.

“it’s gonna be fun, i promise!” doyoung chirps up with that bright smile of his, teeth gleaming and practically exuding excitement. “we haven’t done much together lately, and i double checked all your schedules before i came here, so you can’t tell me you have plans because i know when you’re lying.” 

a collective sigh passes throughout the living room, which only makes doyoung grin.

“because being surrounded by piss drunk university students smashing bottles, face, and throwing up all night is a quality bonding activity? no thanks,” taeyong replies, hand carding through his raven locks. “i’d rather have my own party.” 

doyoung’s expression suddenly brightens, to which taeyong quickly refutes it by throwing a couch pillow with one hand in the former’s direction, pointing his index finger out at him after the throw. “don’t think about it.”

“but you said—” 

“i know what i said!” taeyong bites back. “i was joking. too many people and a party means too much to clean up.” 

doyoung can only look over at taeyong with his brows furrowed, a hand on his chest, and a frown on his lips. before he can say anything else, another voice pops up from behind him.

“why does it look and feel like someone died?” is what chittaphon asks, shutting the door behind him and slipping his shoes off, before shuffling in on further, eyeing everyone in the room rather skeptically.

“i got invited to a party, and i’m bringing the whole gang! chaeyeonie said it was okay.”

“chaeyeon?” jaehyun’s asking with a curiousness doyoung doesn’t miss, the former ignoring the slight blushing of the latter’s cheeks. “jung chaeyeon? my former classmate, who i then found out was related to me and is my cousin, jung chaeyeon?”

“yeah, why?” 

“she’s throwing a party, and didn’t tell me but told you?” 

the supposed distress on jaehyun’s features amuses doyoung, who shakes his head. “no, it’s nayoung noona’s party.”

johnny’s eyes have a sudden glimmer in them, which furthers the grin on doyoung’s lips. 

“who else will be going?” hansol asks, slight concern expressed on his face.

“sana told me she was—”

yuta begins to look interested, which causes hansol to nudge him in the elbow while containing his laughter.

“—but that’s all i know at the moment.” 

“ohhhhh,” chittaphon replies. “thaaaat party. chungha and lalisa invited me too, and the rest of our dance class. rented out an entire floor at a hotel, as well as the rooftop. sicheng’s going too, xiao invited him.” 

taeyong lifts his head up and looks over at yuta, who looks equally surprised. who was this xiao?

“okay, how about this: you can leave the party after, but at least come and make an appearance! i don’t want to let chaeyeon– i mean, the party, down!”

nobody notices how doyoung’s cheeks flush in colour once more, because everyone is sharing glances around the room to figure out what to do, sans johnny, who was busy with his phone, and ten, who was rummaging through the cupboards. doyoung decides in that moment to try for a home run.

“it won’t be that bad to get out of this place some of you call a home anyway! it's one night only to dance, drink, and have a good time – besides, what’s the worst that could happen?”

unbeknownst to them, the weekend had a lot in store.

notes:
inspired by somewhere a clock is ticking and intertwining vines.
this is definitely a nct relay of sorts because i realised i now have a lot of nct hetships.
( i don't ship all of the pairings, but i found them fitting, so i just... put them together... )
warnings for swearing, alcohol/smoking, and implicit ual references.