a/n; grab a popcorn and coke because this gonna be a long ride (i'm serious) the italic lyrics was from locked away by adam levine ft. r.city!!

An exasperated sigh escaped ten's lips as he made his way to his usual seat. The thai boy quickly plugged in his earpiece before he leaned his head against the glass window, closing his eyes in attempt to take a short nap.

Bad day. He had a bad day and everything getting badder the more he thought about it. Ten wished he could disappear from the world for a second.

None of his friends seemed to care or even remember about his birthday,— its tomorrow. Okay, that wasn't really the problem but its one of the factor why the said boy felt so worthless,- he's quite sensitive when it comes to birthday.

He was supposed to submit his group project by today, but happened when he accidentally dropped his pen drive into the toilet sink and it couldn't work anymore. His groupmates called him names because of that,- throwing a string of swears at him because he just ruined their grade, like hey, he ruined his marks too! can't people think about that too? His fist almost flew onto their faces to take things in action, but he held back, and let everything bled his ears and made him felt like a total loser he actually was. Not only that, when ten was running to his next class, somebody just so happened to bump into him and the person spilled hot coffee onto his hand and guess what? it burned. Red and swelling,- it hurts so much he teared up when the hot water made contact with his skin. Ten ended up at the college infirmary and the nurse told him that he got a second degree burn, which really alot because that means he needed to bare with this ugly injured skin for atleast 2-3 weeks that for sure needed alot of care.

The only good thing he remembered happened was that he stayed on the bed in the infirmary until dismissal. But the burning and stinging pain on his hand didn't do him good to even think anything positive already.

At this point, he already didn't care about taeyong's presence at all. Sure, there's a second when the older boy crossed into his mind because taeyong was nowhere to be seen, but he quickly chased the thought away, not wanting to tire his mind more than it already did.

"it must be nice if there's a toblerone cake though," taeyong said, eyes scanning over the dozen of beautiful and delicious-looking birthday cakes infront of him.

"not my fault that you didn't plan it earlier. if not we already can place an order for it, which is insane if you ask me. It sure cost alot."

Johnny blabbered which got taeyong rolled his eyes. He needed a help in choosing a nice cake not a nag, "what do you think if i pick a chocolate cake?" taeyong asked, face lit up in pure excitement.

"yea man, of course a chocolate cake. He's a chocolate vacuum, we all know that."

Ten opened the door of his dorm, walking in like a dying sloth. The dorm was unusually quiet which means there's nobody home.

The thai boy slumped his shoulders forward, feeling extremely sad and stressed. He needed a comfort or a pair of ears to listen to him but nobody was around. Yeah nice one.

He dragged his bag all the way to his room by the strap, lazy and tired.

Ten sighed before he plopped himself onto his bed, hands rubbing on his face roughly before he let out a loud sigh and a tired-annoyed groan slipped out from his mouth.

He reached for his phone from his pocket and quickly typed a short message;

to yuta ; whr u at?!!!!????!!!?!??????!?1!!1!1!1!!?

ten violently pressing on his keyboard to type those, before he pressed the send button. He then tossed his phone to the bed, sitting up from his lying position to figure out what he could do to calm his mind down. Ten decided taking a cold shower would do him good, so he left the room without any second thoughts.

"i'm bad in picking a gift." taeyong said, while walking around in the shopping mall, racking his brain to find something nice.

"same." yuta sighed, still couldn't think what to buy for ten.

Yuta's phone dinged loudly, signaling there's a message coming from his kakaotalk.

from 10; whr u at?!!!!????!!!?!??????!?1!!1!1!1!!?

The japanese grinned over the message before he shoved it infront of taeyong's face, "look at this. do you wanna know what it means?"

Taeyong read it quickly before he gave yuta a questioning look, "what?"

"a secret code of 'dude im having a bad day where are you when i need you the most' blablabla" yuta grinned wider, he suddenly loved the word coincidence. "ha i never know the plan will go even smoother."

"you mean even harsher?" taeyong sighed, couldn't help but to feel bad. 

"oh god, please. you don't need to feel guilty, this is nothing to be compared with what he'd done to me on my birthday last year." yuta reasoned.

"yeah yeah sure," taeyong waved it off, "by the way, don't forget to ring us when you're on your way to your place. stick with the plan and don't hang up."

"and don't do anything that would get his cute yet sharp fist lands on your face," johnny snorted, wanting yuta to behave when he's around ten later, "its already enough we all ignored his calls."

"can't promise anything." yuta wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

The boys were roaming around inside of the clothes store, accompanied taeyong who dragged them to get inside as he told them he wanted to see if he could find anything that suitable for ten.

Taeyong was in the middle of searching for something nice in the casual outfits department. His phone suddenly vibrated angrily on his back pocket which got the focused boy startled slightly in alarmed. He took the phone and his heart leapt at the caller's id. A tiny bit of guilt washed through him when he realised he couldn't pick up the call if he wanted the plan went as nicely as it was planned. Taeyong was battling with himself whether he should pick up or not, suddenly the urge to talk to ten was all over him.

Yuta snatched taeyong's phone swiftly, leaving taeyong completely speechless — couldn't find himself to react. The japanese quickly swiped the red button, rejecting the call before he turned off taeyong's phone and gave it back to him. Yuta smiled, patting taeyong's shoulder not so gently, "harden your heart a little bit."

Taeyong sighed for the nth time, before he continued on his previous activity in searching.

Yuta punched in his security code, peeking his head into his dorm to see if ten was there in the living room, "oh." he said it to himself.

Ten was there sitting at the dining table, fingers typing fast against his laptop keyboard. His brows furrowed in deep concentration, didn't bother to spare yuta a glance as he continued on his assignment.

The japanese male entered the dorm slowly, noticing the heavy and tense atmosphere in the living room. Yuta cleared his throat to steal ten's attention but all he got was nothing except for the atmosphere to turn even more suffocating that yuta felt like running out from there.

He then went to the kitchen, suddenly felt thirsty. Yuta opened the fridge to take a bottle of mineral water and he straightened up when he heard ten finally spoke up, "where did you guys go? why none of you answered my calls." ten asked, eyes still set on the laptop screen, voice flat and hushed as if he's trying to hold himself down.

"going out with the squad."

Ten brought up his gaze to look at yuta, hurt written all over his face, "where? i didn't see you guys at college today and-"

"does it matter to you? no?" yuta said. It came out hushed and quiet but ten didn't know why it stings so much in his ears.

"i'm asking you nicely."

"and i'm answering you nicely?"

"when will you stop being a ?!" ten snapped, slamming his laptop shut.

Yuta frowned, he obviously didn't like the tone the younger boy was using, "i seriously have no time for your bull, you should go and talk to a mirror." he said sharply, walking fast to his room before he also lost it and brought the situation to the whole new level.

Ten stood up from his chair, walking closed behind yuta as the japanese marched to his room. Before ten could even yanked yuta, he already entered his room and slammed the door shut on his face, again. Ten also heard a clicked sound, — yuta just locked the door.

Ten banged onto the door violently, couldn't find his rationality already, "ing continue with that ugly attitude of yours and don't find me to cry your eyes out like a gay you are when hansol hyung also fed up with you!" ten yelled at the door, knowing yuta on the inside could hear him. His face flushed in rage as he kicked the door with all his might, let it broke apart or what, he didn't care.

He honestly couldn't believe he just lashed out at yuta. Ten obviously didn't mean what he said, none of those, but his temper and frustration was getting over him and he was blinded by it.

Ten heard a loud banging sound coming from the inside, meaning yuta just slammed his bathroom door shut.

The japanese male on the other hand locked himself inside of the bathroom, placing his phone over his ear, "did you guys hear that???????" he half-shouted as he fanned his face that suddenly felt warmer.

"come here quickly!" hansol said, worried the situation get out of hand.

"dude get your out from there as soon as possible." johnny said, voice tensed but laced with concern.

"i guess i'll get out- gimme 15 minutes."

"don't say anything anymore or else i'm going to staple your mouth once you arrive here, i'm serious yuta, don't provoke him any further. save your face."

"yeah yeah, i will. i'm hanging up now guys."

After yuta finished taking a shower and get dressed casually, he quickly get out from his room.

Ten was there, sitting on the kitchen counter as he gulped a huge amount of cold water, finding himself slowly calmed down. He stopped when he saw yuta passing by, "dude, i'm sorry-"

Yuta raised his hand without looking up at the younger, gesturing ten to stop talking, "keep it."

Ten tried to restrain himself from spitting more rude words, "but where are you going?"

"out."

Yuta slammed the door shut, making ten flinched slightly over the loud impact.

"seriously?? and then he said what? asking me to go talk to a mirror???" ten screamed, voice booming in the kitchen, feeling frustrated as ever, "bull."

"johnny, help me open the door." taeyong who's busy checking on the cupcakes they just did just now, asking help from his friend to answer the doorbell.

Johnny went to open the door, "oh its you." the taller rolled his eyes in disinterest because he thought it was somebody else more interesting than this loser. 

Yuta flashed his megawatt smile to johnny who just looked down at him with a very bored expression. He then pushed johnny aside to make some space for him to get inside.

The pleasant smell poked his nostril once he came inside, making him following the invisible trail that at the end bringing him to the kitchen. Yuta's grin didn't waver, if anything it grew even wider and brighter when he saw hansol was there sprinkling the chocolate rice on top of the dozen cupcakes, wearing a yellow apron with huge spongebob smiley face on it. Adorable. 

Yuta went to hansol and backhugged the taller. His hands wrapping tightly around hansol's waist, hands locking on the front as he buried his face onto hansol's back. Chocolate and coffee. He smelt like chocolate and coffee which got yuta snuggled like a cat that'd rub himself over his owner, liking the sweet scent that lingered around his boyfriend. Hansol chuckled over his boyfriend's clingy behaviour, he's quite entertained by it to be honest.

The younger moved to side-hugged hansol, resting his head over the taller's biceps, feeling it flexed in every movement hansol made, "ah, they look so yummy, can i take one?" yuta asked for a permission, bribing hansol with his blinding smile.

"you can take one if you want johnny to smack your head," a playful smile tugged over hansol's lips when he saw yuta pouted in disappointment. It just so happened cucpakes are yuta's thing. "its okay, i'll buy for you later." hansol offered.

"really?" yuta beamed at the taller, face lit up like an excited child.

"hm." hansol hummed in confirmation before he continued with his work.

Yuta placed his chin on top of hansol's shoulder, staring at his boyfriend's perfect side profile, "love you." he whispered softly.

Hansol turned his head slightly, chuckling when he saw yuta puckered his lips, asking for a kiss. Hansol leaned in to leave a sweet peck over yuta's lips and watched silently as the soft shade of pink came painting over the smaller's cheeks. Yuta again, cracked a huge grin, his eyes curved into crescent moons, creating a smile that reached his eyes before a shy chuckle followed. Hansol couldn't help but to dive in again but pecked his cheek this time. Too adorable, hansol couldn't resist.

"love you more." hansol replied. They just about to get lost in their lovey-dovey moment but somebody barged in just on time.

"what is this i left for like 10 minutes and what's with this scene." johnny's voice echoed throughout the kitchen, startling yuta.

The japanese male couldn't help but to roll his eyes in annoyance, "if jealous just say."

Johnny took a place on the bar stool, he chose to ignore yuta's remark, "so what happened after you hung up just now?"

"nothing happened." yuta shrugged, its not really a big deal to him, "he wanted to say sorry but i didn't want to hear anything so i just get out from there and yeah, nothing extreme."

Johnny faked a gasp, "you deserve the best actor award!" he exaggerated his tone and pitch, covering his mouth with his eyes widening in a fake surprised.

Yuta lifted himself slightly to reach johnny who's sitting on the other side and hit johnny's arm with a forceful slap, earning a loud cry of pain from the taller.

Hansol chuckled over the childish scene infront of him. He set the tray to the side after finished with his sprinkling task, "he must be having the baddest day of the year to the point he lashed out like that." hansol sighed.

Yuta hummed in agreement, "the moment i stepped inside the living room it felt like a cold wrath conquering the atmosphere you know? like ugh he seriously needed a chill pill just now."

"atleast he only needs it once in a while. you need it everyday, man." johnny threw a shade.

Yuta shot his friend a dirty look before he started to talk about johnny in japanese. The situation quickly turned into an intense bicker; foreign languages came out rapidly from both parties.

After a moment of having the pointless fight, johnny turned his attention to taeyong who's sitting on the kitchen counter, facing the oven with his head wildly bobbing to the music he's listening using his earpiece. Johnny laughed, he knew why taeyong did that. It must be because of yuta and hansol who's engaged into their gag-worthy moment and taeyong who stuck in the kitchen couldn't do anything more than making himself invisible.

Johnny stretched his hand to pulled one of taeyong's earpiece off his ear, "dude get back to the world, we're talking about your ten." 

Taeyong was caught off guard when somebody suddenly cut his moment in jamming to his favourite songs, "oh- ha what? what did you guys talk about him?"

"nah its nothing important," yuta waved it off before he continued, "just next time when you sense something off with him, please treat and talk with him as nicely as you can."

"he hates feeling neglected the most." hansol added. Suddenly the situation turned into something that looked like a bunch of big bros exposing their baby bro's flaws.

"king of lashing out, seriously." johnny said.

Taeyong chuckled as his silly friends continued exposing more of the unnecessary informations. Everything sounded cutely scary in his ears at the moment, which was crazy.

They spent some more time, talking about their surprise plan, and about ten, also about taeyong himself, and alot more of unimportant topics until taeyong's phone ringing loudly in his hand, making the conversation came to a halt.

"oh uhm winwin's calling, i'll be right back." taeyong said, before he fled out from the kitchen, making his way to the balcony.

Taeyong quickly swiped the green button and placed it over his ear, before he locked the balcony door behind him, claiming so much privacy.

"taeyong!"

He sat down on the wooden chair, enjoying the breezy weather, "hey ten."

Taeyong couldn't help it when an idiotic grin made its way to his face because oh yes, he finally get to hear ten's voice for the first time that day. 

Ten dragged his feet to the living room, felt lifeless and somehow hurt. He plopped onto the couch, lying down after he the tv. Blasting it loud to make him feel lively a little bit.

Failed. He couldn't get his mind out from the fact that his friends were hanging out and having fun without him, this honestly was the first time it happened. They even Ignored his calls and text, which was strange. Everything was strange in ten's eyes but he couldn't point out anything about it.

Taeyong even rejected his calls,- and ten already reached that point where he thought he did something wrong to cause everybody avoided him.

Ten seriously couldn't describe how he felt, too many assumptions and thoughts racing at once everything was sick.

He still could consider the situation and maybe his frustration and the urge to flip could get a little bit controlled if he wasn't having a very bad day. Ten sighed before he lifted his injured hand up, letting his eyes examined the ruined skin. He suddenly felt pity over himself. The angry red burnt skin seemed like it'd leave a scar.

Ten let his mind wander a little more before the strong urge to call taeyong came engulfing him once again. He sighed, stretching his arm to reach the phone that was placed on the coffee table. The thai boy was having a battle with himself about should i? or nah? while staring onto the screen that had taeyong's number on it, ready to be called.

He finally pressed the call button, mentally yelling at himself over how this g