Winwin (@Winko89)

Oh my god

It’s soooooo hot

I’m ing melting

I need a milkshake 

or ice cream

or anything cold

hell I’ll take vegetables at this point

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

I know 

I had to break out my moms 

fold out fan

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

Hell I’m wearing a crop top

and shorts

I’m slowly dying

I can feel myself being roasted 

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

I swear I’m going to pass out soon

I’m swimming in a pool of my own goddamn sweat

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

Ew 

But the practice rooms 

are so cold 

It’s like heaven 

 

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

Good 

I have a dance lesson with “Sicheng” today

since SOMEONE won’t teach me

and I was worried it would be canceled 

because of this ing fire

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

Lol no

The practice rooms are always air conditioned

It’s a blessing

 

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

Yay 

Btw I have a question 

Have you ever talked to me?

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

I mean yes

but it was super short 

Otherwise not really 

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

Hmmm

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

Stop trying to find me

and focus on your dying friend 

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

You’re in the cafeteria?

And Johnny’s always like this 

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

Yes I am as I need to eat too

Are you sure he’s ok?

Bc he’s not moving 

and laying on the table

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

Should I poke him?

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

Idk 

He’s your friend 

 

Yuta.N (Takoyakiprince)

Thank you for your wise words of wisdom

I poked him

He’s not moving

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

I can see that 

Shake him 

Maybe he passed out or some

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

He’s silent as a stone

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

Pour water on him

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

No way in hell am I doing that

He would rip my head off

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

In this weather he would probably thank you

Do it 

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

Fine 

He’s awake

I’m dead

Pls sing at my funeral 

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

Go hide in the bathroom

Run

 

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

Too late 

Help mehgchgfhdty

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

Lol rip you

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

Omg 

I can’t move 

I’m too tired 

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

What did he even do?

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

ing attacked me

And tickled me 

I’m never going to be able to feel again 

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

You’re ticklish

I’ll keep that in mind

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

Don’t you dare

Btw for my daily secret thing

Let’s call it DST 

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

The

Why do we need a code word?

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

Hush 

But I’m actually a huge nerd

Like I love

LOVE 

Anime and books

and all that lovely stuff

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

That’s me 

I’m always reading books

Plus me and my friends have

anime marathons 

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

Yasssss

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

For my 

“DST”

God kill me

My hair is actually dyed

It’s like a light faded pink/ peach

 

Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)

Awwww

That’s cute

 

Winwin (@Winko89)

Shut the up

 

Sicheng sighed, laying on the floor of the practice room. He tried to fan his face to rid of the blood rushing to his cheeks. He was waiting for Yuta to knock on the door and die. He didn’t even have the energy to care at this point. 

There was two quiet knocks on the door and Sicheng had a silent tantrum before he got up and opened the door. 

“Hi.” Sicheng greeted Yuta. 

“Hi.” Sicheng let him in and showed him where he could place his stuff.

“So what exactly do you want to learn?”

Yuta scratched the back of his neck. Must be a habit. 

“I don’t really know to be honest. Hip hop?” 

“Do you want to learn any songs in particular?” Sicheng asked, playing with his hands.

“Actually yeah. I want to learn the dance you did for the basketball game.”

Sicheng’s eyes widened in surprise. 

“O-oh. Ok well then let’s get started.” 

After the most awkward 60 minutes of Sicheng’s life (not to mention when he had to correct Yuta’s position and actually touch him) Sicheng called for a break. 

“Thank you so much for doing this again.” Yuta thanked him again. 

“No it’s ok.” I should be one thanking you. 

“So I don’t really know that much about you.” Yuta laughed. Sicheng’s cheeks began to develop a rose color. 

“Well I’m a Chinese exchange student, I love books, I’m on the dance team, and there really isn’t much else. I’m kinda boring.” Sicheng ended. 

“Nobody can really be boring.” 

“Oh trust me I’ve seen some boring people.” Yuta smiled and Sicheng ran his hand through his hair. 

“Oh.” Yuta pointed at Sicheng’s ears. “You got your cartilage pierced.” 

Sicheng smiled, brushing his hair behind his ear. 

“Oh yeah I got them pierced last week. Two on the right and one on the right.” 

“Really?” Yuta asked. Something about that combination sounded familiar. Yuta looked at Sicheng fully now. (Not like he hadn’t been ogling the other the entire time). He had light pink hair, almost peach. He was a Chinese exchange student. He loved books. He was on the dance team. Wait. Yuta’s eyes widened in realization and Sicheng knew he made a grave mistake. A ing grave mistake. 

“Are yo-.” Yuta began when just at that moment, just at that exact ing moment, literally the only person, the only person who still calls Sicheng by his nickname happened to walk in. Moon Taeil. 

“Oh hey Yuta.” Taeil waved his hand up in greeting.

“Oh.” Don’t ing do it

“Hi.” I pray to god. 

“Winwinie.” 

Sicheng knew at that moment that he really should have lived in that cave he found when he was a child. Hell there was even nice spot for his bed. He should have taken it before the damn bear got it. He shot up, and ran threw the door at record breaking speed, not even looking back at Yuta. 

“Sicheng wait!” Yuta called out, but it was too late, the boy was gone. 

“So.” Tail said, rocking back on his heels awkwardly. “What was that all about?”