Chanyeol merely scratched his head as Taemin shot lasers from his eyes.


 

“I am going to kill you.” Taemin declared.

“…Are you?” Chanyeol replied.




“Argh, what the hell is wrong with you?!”




“…Sorry, I sometimes can’t control myself..”




“You think you can fix everything with a simple sorry? How are you going to fix this mess, you ert!!”


 

Chanyeol’s eyebrows soared. "…ert? It’s alright for you to like Kim Jongin and I become a ert for smashing into your lips?”



 

“The nerve!” Taemin scoffed in disbelief.




“Why so worked up? Don’t tell me that was your first kiss?” Chanyeol snickered.



 

Taemin felt his soul leave his body as it floated above his head. Just when he was about to punch Chanyeol in his snickering face, his phone rang.


 

“Who the is it?!”


 

Taemin fumed into the phone, and had to hold it away from his ears in 0.1 seconds.


 

“You come here! Why should I listen to you? Come here , I ain’t scared. That’s right, come fly to the auditorium right this instant! ...What? What did you just…!? Fine, go ahead, try me! TRY ME!!”


 

Taemin screamed into phone and hung up. Chanyeol burst out laughing and Taemin walked towards him, determined to finish what he was about to do.


 

“Hilarious, isn’t it? Let’s see if you find this funny!” Taemin his fist as hard he could into Chanyeol’s face.




Taemin expected Chanyeol to avoid it, he fully knew how capable Chanyeol was at fighting from the battle(?) with the basketball team last time. But he struck Chanyeol right in the chin, and Chanyeol dropped to the floor. Looking down at Chanyeol in surprise, Taemin stood blankly for a second before his torso crouched forwards as Taemin shook his right arm. 


 

Ow… His hand hurt, like a lot.


 

“Ouch.. ..”


 

Taemin spat and looked at Chanyeol to see him smirking on the floor.


 

“Get up, ert. I’m not finished.”




“Say that to your swollen hand. And just to add in there, you hit me in the same place I got hit for you last time.”


 

Taemin could only glower at Chanyeol’s last words. Plus, his hand hurt like hell.


 

Touching his chin and moving his mouth around, Chanyeol spoke up.


 

“Why do you think I let you hit me?”




“Let me?!” Offended, Taemin fired up.




“If this is about Christmas, I have no intention of apologizing.” Chanyeol said, “There's something else that's guilt-tripping me.”


 

Taemin tilted his head as a gesture for Chanyeol to go on. Chanyeol picked the basketball up and started to bounce it on the floor.


 

“You know Park Jiyeon, right?”


 

Taemin had to think for a while, and a familiar face crossed his mind. The stalker that Taemin had to use his ultimate weapon, Kim Jongin, to get rid of. Yep, that was her.


 

Taemin looked at Chanyeol in surprise.


 

“You should’ve seen her bawl that her boyfriend turned gay.”




“…Sorry?”




“She’s my cousin and… it was honestly the funniest thing I’ve heard.” Chanyeol smirked as he continued to bounce the basketball. “I happened to come to this school around the same time and I just had to check you out. The reason I stuck around you was because of that.”




“You gotta be kidding me.” Taemin muttered.




“Until you scratched my ego.”


 

Taemin stiffened at Chanyeol’s low voice. the blood off his lips, Chanyeol looked at Taemin.


 

“Do you still like Kim Jongin?”




“……?”




“Lee Taemin kisses Park Chanyeol but likes Kim Jongin. Does that make sense to you?”


 

Taemin wanted to correct Chanyeol that it was Chanyeol that kissed -scratch that, smashed into- him, but stayed quiet to hear his next words.


 

“What would you do if I forced you with my strength again and created a really provoking photograph?” Chanyeol stopped bouncing the ball and looked at Taemin straight in the eyes. He cocked his head, and snickered. “How are you going to explain that to Kim Jongin? ...Can’t even stand still at his name, can you…”


 

Taemin charged towards Chanyeol, determined to destroy Chanyeol’s face whether his fist got smashed or cracked, when the auditorium doors flung open. Both Taemin and Chanyeol turned their heads, and Taemin felt his brain tighten to a pulp.


 

Watching Soojung stomp her way in, Taemin turned towards her when Chanyeol grabbed his arm.



 

“Meet Jiyeon one last time. She’s on the verge of dying because of you, the least you could do is see her again and end things properly.”




“Let me go.”




“I will, if you say that you’d meet her.” Chanyeol said. “I’m not asking you to go out with her. Just apologize to her and tell her truth. After that you can go ahead and date and marry Kim Jongin or whatever you want with him.”


 

Taemin angrily shook Chanyeol off. Soojung approached them with her face flushing red, and opened . But before the girl could speak, Chanyeol blocked Soojung’s face with his hand. Of course Soojung wasn’t the type to let anybody do that to her, and she slapped Chanyeol’s hand away.


 

“What the hell?” Her eyes fluttered viciously in irritation.


 

Scanning Soojung from head to toe, Chanyeol spat dryly.
 

“Just go wait by the corner while I talk to him. I’m not finished yet.” But before Chanyeol could return to Taemin, Soojung interrupted again.




“What in the mothering hell is this piece of lanky ? Don’t tell me what the to do!” She screeched.


 

Chanyeol’s eyes widened, and he stumbled back in surprise. Taemin didn’t blame him, no person in their right mind would expect such a pretty face to have such a trashy mouth. 



 

“That’s some filthy tongue you got there.” Chanyeol choked out after a few seconds.




“Thanks, I’ll take that as a compliment.” Soojung flashed a smile, and wiped it off in a second. “Now move over so I can talk to this guy.” Then she turned around towards Taemin. “And what did you say to me, Lee Taemin?!”
 

But before Taemin had a chance to respond, Soojung charged at him as she reached for a chunk of his hair. Taemin froze, his body stiffening up in fear, but Soojung was easily stopped by Chanyeol’s arm holding her back. Flailing her arms in mid-air, Soojung scowled at Chanyeol.


 

“Didn’t you hear me? I’m not finished with him.” Chanyeol spat. He looked at Taemin. “Answer me, that you’d see her again.”


 

…Jesus ing Christ.


 

As Taemin felt like collapsing from the over-excessive amount of mental stress, the auditorium door opened again. All three heads turned towards the door, and Sulli came struggling in with a bucket full of water.


 

Taemin’s poor soul was far gone and out the building by now. 


 

What kind of sudden development in plot was this? Taemin grieved, genuinely curious as to why every single female that he had crossed paths with were just so freaking abnormal, making his life so difficult to live.  They were either all stalkers (Park Jiyeon), or psychos (Jung Soojung), or mentally unstable (Choi Sulli), or rebels (Lee Jieun)… and as Taemin continued to think about it, it all had started off with his very own mother, a woman of four divorces and five marriages.


 

They blankly watched Sulli walk in as she hummed cheerfully. She stopped in the middle of the auditorium, looked up from the bucket to discover the rest of them, and continued to struggle until she reached them. By the look of the bucket and the mop she was holding, it looked like she had come to clean the auditorium alone. Sulli placed the bucket on the floor, and looked at each one of them in the eyes.


 

“What are you guys doing?” She asked, “Can I join?”


 

This was it. It had officially become the gathering of Paran High’s most wanted freaks.Taemin was just about to throw his hands in the air, when Soojung returned to her senses. She pushed Chanyeol’s arms away and kicked -before anyone could stop her- Chanyeol in the groins as hard as she could.




!!!!!!!!!


 

The frict