crackship, 2k of romance maybe, warning: unedited, this is absolute bull

Bomi-Eunji-Zitao-Taemin-Jongin-Sehun go figures the pairings

 

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If dishes represent the cook’s mood, the cheese ramen Bomi’s cooking right now is guaranteed to taste like burning jealousy with a pinch of bitterness and regretsss (cause, lots of it). She stirs the ramen inside the pot with too much force, uncaring when then broth almost spills out, brows knit together and lips rival a thin, straight line.

 

Behind her, in the living room, laughs fill the air following a funny scene from the movie she picks for their weekly movie marathon – yet she can’t enjoy it, damn it. She can hear Zitao whines to their friends, asking for a translation. Sehun tells him and then Bomi hears Eunji laughs, butting in and gives Zitao her version of the translation. Zitao whines again to rewind the part and Taemin probably throws a cushion to him cause Zitao curses in Mandarin. 

 

It sounds so, so fun – Bomi refuses to turn around and look.

 

Who the hell thinks an affair is exciting and thrilling? Cause now Bomi sure doesn’t feel like it’s exciting or thrilling at all.

 

And who the hell proposed for them to keep their relationship secret from the others? It’s herself, thinking that it’d be exciting and thrilling.

 

Oh, the regretsss.

 

“You’re going to miss a lot from the movie,” comes a voice, rich and light. He peers from behind Bomi’s shoulder, and he’s so close his breath brushes Bomi’s ear. “You’re really hungry, are you?”

 

Bomi replies with a grunt.

 

She couldn’t stand looking at Eunji draping herself all over him anymore, so she said she’s hungry, running away to the kitchen to get some food. But instead of chips or cookies, she decided to cook ramen instead – it took more times.

 

“What are you doing here? You’ll miss the movie,” Bomi finally addresses him; tall, dark, and handsome Jongin. “… Do you want to eat ramen too?”

 

Jongin smiles, shrugging, “Yeah, sure. Can we add sausages?”

 

Bomi shrugs back while Jongin already pulls out the sausages from the fridge. He runs it under the water and opens the wrapper, giving it to Bomi after. Another boom of laughter erupts from the living room, and this time Jongin chuckles from his place beside Bomi, watching her cutting the sausages into small pieces.

 

She glances at him with raised eyebrows.

 

Jongin’s smile looks mischievous. He tilts his head. “Eunji seems in a good mood tonight, don’t you think?”

 

The curse that leaves Bomi’s mouth is automatic. “This bastard—” Her fist that holding the knife, too, is automatic.

 

Jongin laughs, stepping back, his hands up in surrender. He’s loud enough to attract attention, and Bomi makes a mistake of glancing to the living room – Eunji is resting her head on his shoulder, their eyes on Bomi and Jongin, curious.

 

She looks back to Jongin. “Stop that,” she hisses, returning her focus to the sausages.

 

“Stop what?”

 

“You know what.”

 

Actually, it’s not something new, Eunji being touchy to the boys, Bomi too, before she’s dating him, did skinskip with the boys rather carelessly – because they’ve been through a lot for the past 3 years, the countless sleepless nights for assignments and exams, the head-splitting hangover after parties, the break-ups and the new-found relationships.

 

But lately Eunji is super-duper clingy, always attaching herself to one of the boys; to Zitao, to Sehun, to Taemin – anyone but Jongin. If the boys realize about it, no one made a comment – and nor did Bomi, because she knows exactly why Eunji’s acting like that.

 

She’s waiting for Jongin.

 

Bomi’s not sure with the other boys, but she’s not blind and she can see it, as clear as the blue sky, that there’s something that’s definitely not friendship between Eunji and Jongin. It’s been going for a while now and obviously Eunji wants more than the teases and flirts Jongin gives her. She wants to make Jongin jealous, forcing him to do something, Bomi understands, but it seems her plan is useless cause Jongin is super cool about the whole deal – it’s Bomi who gets jealous.

 

And she can’t even tell Eunji to stay away from her man because their friends don’t know they’re dating.

 

Regretsss.

 

Jongin chuckles again, rolling his shoulders casually. “She’s cute when she tries hard like that.” There’s a smirk on his lips that Bomi wants to wipe with the dirty rug on the counter. She wouldn’t have to suffer like this if it’s not because of Jongin. “Why you’re the one who’s mad?”

 

“HAH. What did you say? Mad? Who? Me? I’m not—Auch!” Too focused in the mental images of Eunji and her boyfriend, Bomi accidentally cuts herself, now blood is gushing out from her finger. “Aaah—it hurts—”

 

She’s about to move to the sink to clean her wound, but before she can do that, Jongin grabs her wrist.  

 

“Want to play with me?” Jongin asks, his grin promising problem, and without waiting for Bomi’s answer, he brings her finger to his lips, the wounded finger.

 

“Y-Yah Kim Jongin!”

 

She tries to pull her finger back but Jongin is stronger and he grips on Bomi’s wrist tight, keeping eye-contact and he even dares to wink.

 

“Ehem,” someone clears his throat, standing between Bomi and Jongin. “Hate to interrupt your… doctor and patient roleplay, but I need to get chips from the cabinet.” Taemin raises his eyebrows, pointing at the cabinet right above them.

 

Jongin lets go then, still grinning like a little child who’s proud of his prank. Bomi kind of wants to kill him. Taemin stares at them back and forth, sensing something’s off, but he doesn’t say anything, takes his chips and returns to the living room.

 

“You’re an ,” Bomi grits her teeth, dumping the sausages to the boiling ramen. She glances over her shoulder and sees how he keeps his eyes on them as if he tries to bore a hole on their head. Although it’s wrong, Bomi feels slightly satisfied that he’s jealous. “… But thanks.”

 

“What?” Jongin asks back. “You like getting your finger ?”

 

Bomi hits him with the spatula.

 

***

 

Into the night, they move to the backyard (bless Zitao’s big house) to drink and smoke.

 

Eunji has the idea to lit up sparkles, believed that they still have some left from her and Bomi’s birthday party last summer. She asks Zitao to come and help since it’s his house after all, but Zitao sinks lower to the garden chair he’s sitting at, saying that the chair won’t let him go.

 

“There! Jongin is already standing!” Zitao says, pointing at Jongin behind Eunji. He just returned from the bathroom. “Jongin, go! Eunji wants sparkler.”

 

“Never mind, I can look for them myself,” Eunji snorts, turning around in a dramatic motion and pointedly ignoring Jongin.

 

Maybe she has enough of Jongin’s . Or maybe she’s jealous over Jongin’s game with Bomi earlier. Either way, Jongin looks amused. He wiggles his eyebrows at Bomi who rolls her eyes.

 

“I’ll help,” Jongin follows Eunji into the house anyway even though Eunji shoots him a glare.

 

Bomi hopes they GET LOCKED UP IN THE BASEMENT AND IT’S SO COLD THERE THEY HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO CUDDLE AND MATE FOREVER – so they won’t bother other species for the rest of their life.

 

Zitao starts to talk about the… universe, perhaps, Bomi tunes him out in the favor of sulking, still bitter about the evening. Sehun has a different opinion than Zitao, apparently, cause the two of them talk back and forth, building their own world about alien invasion and the mystery of field crops.

 

Taemin takes a drag of his cigarette and glances at Bomi. “… You’re okay? You’re so quiet tonight.”

 

Bomi finishes her beer before answering. “Yeah. Just in a bad mood. Time of the month,” she knows it’ll end any discussion. Taemin nods. From the corner of her eyes, Bomi sees Zitao’s checking over them. Sehun snaps his finger in front of Zitao’s face to bring his back to their discussion.

 

“I’m going to wash the dishes,” Bomi says, getting up and patting her knees. God knows if she leaves them untouched, Zitao will let the dishes piled up until the next time Bomi or Eunji comes to his house.

 

“Just leave them. Sehun can wash them tomorrow,” Zitao tells her.

 

Sehun raises his eyebrows. “Me? Why me?” He kicks Zitao’s shin for emphasis.

 

“Cause I already provide the place, you little .”

 

“That doesn’t make you free from duties, you bigger —”

 

“It’s okay,” Bomi butts in before they start to insult each other, “Help getting my head clear anyway.” The three boys don’t say anything anymore to that.

 

She’s standing in front of the sink, turning the faucet on and let the water washes most of the oil and grease from the plates, when Sehun comes into the kitchen.

 

“Do you need help?” he asks.

 

“… No, it’s fine,” Bomi tells him without turning around. “You can go back outside.”

 

“Hm.” But he makes no move to leave, Bomi can tell that he’s still in his place. “… Earlier,” his voice is an octave lower. “What was that?”

 

“What was what?” she asks back, turning the faucet off and whirls around to face Sehun. She doesn’t expect him to stands so close behind her and Bomi steps back but stopped by the counter behind her, the edge digging into her back.

 

Sehun smiles, looking down to her like she’s a prey and he’s the predator. He rests his hands on the counter on Bomi’s sides, trapping her there. He leans down – Bomi tries to bend her back, but Sehun follows. He’s so, so pretty, up-close like this, with smooth skin and long eyebrows and pink lips. It’s unfair.

 

“You know what.” Sounds like a repeat of Bomi’s conversation with Jongin from before.

 

“Uh… You mean—” Sehun leans further, placing his lips on Bomi’s jawline and just brushing the skin there, trailing down to her chin, and Bomi forgets what she’s going to say. It’s really, really unfair. And distracting. Very, distracting. “—me and Jongin—”

 

Sehun hums, pressing a kiss on Bomi’s lower cheek, just beside . “What was that? You and Jongin?” If this continues Bomi won’t be able to talk at all.

 

“Sehun!” she whines, pushing Sehun’s chest to make him go away. Thankfully, this time Sehun obeys, although he’s smirking. He’s as worse as Jongin. She sighs. “Jongin was just playing his stupid game with Eunji. Wants to make her taste her own medicine, I guess.”

 

“Her own medicine?”

 

“You know… Eunji’s been trying to make Jongin jealous, she wants him to man up and ask her out, or something, I don’t know, so Jongin dragged me into his… whatever, mess he has with her.”

 

“Hmm…  And you played along?”

 

“Wha—No!” Bomi splutters, but her cheeks reddened, remembering how she kind of like it that Sehun was jealous. Sehun chuckles, his breath ghosting over Bomi’s face. This is maddening. “I was just—jealous...”

 

Sehun his lips – Bomi follows the movement with her eyes – and he makes a move as if he’s going to kiss her. But he doesn’t, stopping right before their lips will touch. “… Eunji is your friend, you know,” he whispers.

 

Bomi scowls. She knows that. “But you’re mine,” she says before putting her hand on Sehun’s nape and brings him down for a proper kiss.

 

He chuckles again, against her lips this time, muttering, “Yours,” in between.

 

They keep on kissing for a while, Sehun’s slipping one hand under Bomi’s shirt and his palm rests on Bomi’s side, warm and possessive, claiming her as his.

 

“… Ugh.”

 

They stop, and Sehun pulls away from Bomi to look over his shoulder. Taemin is standing nearby, his eyes as wide as saucer when he stares at them without a word.

 

Suddenly, from down the hall – basement, probably – they can hear Zitao’s shriek. “JONGIN AND EUNJI ARE MAKING OUT IN THE BASEMENT!”

 

“Oh, ing finally,” Bomi mutters and Sehun who hears her laughs, capturing her lips for yet another kiss, completely disregarding Taemin’s presence there or the fact that they’re supposed to keep their relationship a secret from their friends.

 

Taemin can only blink at the scene in front of him before he turns around slowly. “… Err, Huang Zitao? I guess we need to make out too now.”

 

 

 

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idk what is this sorry its lazily written i just need to overcome my writer's block so i keep on writing... these... stories, idk - i probably should write someone outside exo