---iv;;

“What in the hell is the—“

“Flight of Dreams? Apparently this year’s spring dance concept,” Suho replied, nonchalantly settling himself down at Shiyeon’s table. Said girl stared darkly as one by one, the Exo boys followed and sat down amidst the noisy cafeteria.

Saebyul was unaffected as she gulped down her lunch in an animalistic manner, “Eth thtupi. Ey nu’in bah uh bay.”

Baekhyun cringed in disgust, “Four years and I’m still not used to that,”

“Thuk eh uh,”

Chanyeol blinked, “Translation, please?”

Shiyeon sighed, tossing a fry in , “It’s stupid. Ain’t nothing but a pain.” She spoke, quickly followed up by Kris, “ it up.”

Kai groaned, “That means I have to pretend to have a date to avoid all the fan girls again.”

“Aw, honey, you don’t have to act in front of us,” Shiyeon snickered, devouring another fry, “We all know you can’t get a date. Why don’t you just pay one of those hookers on the dating sites?”

Sehun choked on his drink, nearly spraying it over Luhan’s face.

“I vote one of the guys just dresses up as a girl and poses as his date,” Saebyul had finished the entire hot dog she’d jammed into by then, moving onto her extra large drink.

“Not bad,” Shiyeon smirked.

The dance machine scowled.

“I have fans lining up around the corner for me. You’re the one that’s going to die with sixty cats, Ms. Nasty-Personality.”

OoOoOHhHhHHHhH S gOnNA Go downNnnnnn.