„Aaaish, I can't take this son of a any longer“, Baekhyun moans agonized as he and Jongin walk down the street.

School had just ended and both stormed off the campus with brains burned down to burger patties with the last lesson they had: Science.

Their original teacher, Mrs. Park had been absent for quite a while now due to a longterm sickness and the substitude teacher had proven himself to be a born .

Surprising tests and loads of homework became regular and even though this was no surprise to any of the students, compared to this teacher, Mrs. Park had been an easy obstacle on the way.

Jongin and Baekhyun equally had to admit they missed Mrs. Park along the process.

„I swear if he keeps beating the outta my brains any longer, I'll show up to Mrs. Park in person and pack her up to drag that off to work.“

„Woah easy Baek, you'll break your neck if you keep cursing like that.“ Jongin couldn't help but grin at Baekhyuns repeating outbursts that never fully seem to cease down.

„I.don't.freaking.care! Right now that'd be a more pleasurable option than having to bear that motherer any longer. Gosh I can't take this anymore.“ He moans out in agony and clings on to Jongin, who falters dangerously with the added weight upon his shoulders.

„Jongiiiii, what should I do?“

„Calm your Baek. Getting off my skin would be a start.“ He shoves Baekhyun back into place, patting off his shirt aftwerwards.

„Jongiii that doesn't help. Let's get some booze and get faced or something would be a good start not this.“

Jongin thinks for a while.

Getting some Vodka right now seems just like the right thing to do but something holds him back.

„Don't you have band practise later on Hyung?“

Just as if Jongin had reminded him of something deadly inconvenient, Baekhyun hits his forehead flat-handed.

„Gosh don't remind me. Ever since we became some kinda popular, we can't help ourselfs outta weddings and festivities inside the city. You know what'd be cool?“

Jongin an eyebrow at Baekhyun.

„I'm sure you'll tell me.“

„You know I'm sick of playing infront of such a rigid crowd. Remember the day we hit the park and played out an awesome gig there?“

Jongin couldn't help but grin at the memory of Exo having the time of their lifes back then.

„I wanna do that again, just jamming around randomly, have some fun, get excited and stuff. Would be cool to switch the crowd first.“

Hearing Baekhyuns words, a small idea sparked in Jongins head and he turns to face Bekhyun who silently keeps on muttering about things bugging him.

„You know what? I think I might have an idea.“

„Hm?“ Baekhyun completely snaps out of his self pitty, attention now fully focused on Jongin.

„I told you I'm working at this local youth club couple of weeks now?“

A knowing grin rushes over Baekhyuns lips and he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

„Oh damn sure you told me you'd work with some hottie called Sehun, oh you lucky bastar-“

„Please just kindly shut it for now Baek or else I'll think twice about the brilliant idea I wanted to present to you.“

Surprisingly, Baekhyun manages to keep his mouth shut with an apologetic grin and Jongin continues: „I think Imma ask Sehun about a spontaneous gig for you and Exo, what about this? The crowd's really easy going and I promise you'll have a blast.“

Baekhyuns eyes light up immediately at Jongins words and he's on the verge of storming into another gushing hug.

„Oh my goodness this is such a GREAT idea Jongin. I'll go call the others right now.“

„I know, I'm full of brilliant ideas“, Jongin boasts in fake arrogance, earning a sarcatic eyebrow before Baekhyun excitedly tells EXO about the plan Jongin has in mind.

Judging from the level of excitement Baekhyun shows, the other members seem to be equally fond of the idea of playing a gig at the local youth club.

„You know what? Let's head straight to it and ask Sehun, whatta ya think?“

Baekhyun just nods enthusiastically and follows Jongin like a happy little shadow, nonstop blabbering about how excited he was and how much of a great idea this is.

Jongin rolls his eyes, pretending to be annoyed but secretly, he's just as happy to see Baekhyuns mood lighten up after the last weeks of heartache and self pity.

A spontaneous gig is just what he needs right now.

„Yeah sure“, Sehun exclaims with a wide, happy smile, jumping up from his seat to rummage through some random stacks of paper.

„I saw you guys in the park some time ago and I gotta admit I was impressed. I'm sure the kids will love you. Plus“, he pulls out a wrecked, colorful poster, putting it on the table for Jongin and Baekhyun to see, „some party is just what we need right now, facing the upcoming exams and all. Look“, he points onto the poster, „that was some random band a few years ago. We created posters, pimped up the whole club and turned this whole thing into one big party. Let's do this again, gather some kids who wanna help and let's get going.“

Infected by the enthusiasm Sehun shows, both nod affirmatively and turn around to roam the club for volunteers.

Soon after talking to a few people, the mood is on a high and the whole club eventually joins in preparing for the gig next day.

Sehun steps out of his office a while after and is greeted with an excited crowd, roaming around the club, rummaging through old boxes to pull some knots of strings of light out. The music is turned up as Sehun shuffles through the crowd with a disbelieving look in his eyes.

Jongin sure manages to impress him over and again.

There was hardly half an hour in between talking to those two and now having a whole club hyped up to help preparing this event.

In between the turmoil, a girl shoves herself over to Sehun, handing him a small box with money inside.

„We're collecting some bucks to support the youth club, you wanna donate some as well?“

For a second, Sehun feels like having forgotten to breathe. He just continues to stare at the girl infront, who hands him the box with an expecting look in her eyes.

„Y-Yeah sure, whose idea was this?“ He takes the box and follows along the outstretched arm of the girl, who points out Jongin among the crowd.

He's busy, unknotting chains of light together with a few other guys, chatting happily and laughing at the dust that's been collecting upon the decor inside the boxes.

„Unbelievable“, he mumbles, partly shocked, partly happy.

By the short time Jongin had been working here, he had managed to turn the whole club around in no time, easily bonding with the crowd, working out their problems and revolutionarily planning events Sehun would've never thought of.

The determination he showed over the past weeks managed to impress Sehun over and again. He couldn't believe this is the same student that barked at him for trying to help not that long ago.

The same student with an abusive stepdad and a more than difficult environment.

Now he just seems to fully thrive with his potential, keeping a whole crowd in check for preparations.

„Oh, I was actually looking for you“, Jongin casually interrupts Sehuns deep thoughts, a list in his hands off which he never tears his eyes away.

„You know we just created a list of some supplies we might need but I'm not sure with the amount of everything, maybe you could help me?“

He finally tears his eyes off the list to shoot Sehun a questioning look.

Sehun, still puzzled, almost unnoticably shakes his head to gain his composure back.

He takes the list, examining it shortly.

„Well, we'll definitely need more of the drinks and some of the food but all in all this is quite well done.“

A winning grin paints Jongins whole face as he takes the list back.

„You can thank Lay later on, he actually wrote most of it. And there's actually something we also need some help with.“

Sehun his head, not quite believeing someone like Jongin actually needs help with anything.

„The stage outside is still intact but some parts need to be fixed I think. I'm not sure about the last time it was checked. Maybe we could take a look later on.“

„Sure“, Sehun answers as calm as possible, trying to hide his still going disbelief, slowly changing into some kind of being proud of Jongin and his crowd.

At this very moment, he couldn't be happier to be the head of such a great youth club.

With a blessed smile on his face, Sehun heads on out the door, beckoning Jongin to come with him. He follows without a second thought, shuffling to the stage outside with Sehun.

As the afternoon processes, Sehun and Jongin immerse in fixing old parts of the stage together, throwing tools and material at each other when something got missing on one of each others sides.

Baekhyun meanwhile took charge of organizing things inside together with Lay.

Both managed to get the crowd working on organizing the decoration and eventually carrying them

outside to start pinning them up on the stage and the surroundings.

„Jongin, gimme a hand on this, will ya?“, Baekhyun shouts across the stage, as he tries to pin a chain of light around the area of seats and dance floor but fails to hold the massive chain all alone.

Jongin quickly twigs and puts down the screw driver he is holding to rush over to Baekhyun, calling a few of the students up in the process, who quickly join the two to help put up the chain.

As a verbal knot of shouts and remarks fills the air around the small group, Jongin carefully withdraws, heading back to the stage, to finish his task hurriedly.

„You finished Jongin?“, Sehun calls over, carelessly tossing the tools back into the box, before crossing the stage to measure something.

„Yep, everything's fixed. What about the music?“

Sehun waves Jongin over, smashing a notepad into his hands. Jongin catches it in slight bewilderment as Sehun throws several numbers at him, before folding the meter stick together.

„That's what I was measuring. Maybe we need to switch a few speakers. Ours will be too big for the stage. Does the band have any left over that are a tad bit smaller?“

Jongin quickly thinks, then excuses himself with an apologetic movement of his hand while typing a number into his phone.

„Gimme a minute“, he mumbles as he holds the phone closer to his ear.

Sehun watches silently, as Jongin quickly paces up and down the stage while talking to someone on the phone, catching a brief look at the numbers infront of him occasionally.

He ends the call with a huge smile painted on his lips and rushes over to Sehun again.

„Kyungsoo promised to bring some smaller ones. He roughly measured, they should fit in perfectly.“

As many times among this afternoon, Sehun tried hard not to let his astonishment show through his laid-back manner.

Again he's overall impressed by how smoothly and quick Jongin handled the situation, coming up with a proper solution for almost every obstacle they were facing this afternoon and evening preparing for the concert tomorrow.

That's when another thought hits Sehun quite hard.

„You know Jongin, the kids around helping actually know quite well about the upcoming concert but what about the others? We didn't plan on making any posters or flyers.“

Instead of looking as puzzled as Sehun, the corners of Jongins lips pull up into a winning smile, pointing to a petite girl sitting next to the stage with a fancy laptop. She was so busy typing something, that she first ignored Jongins calls.

„Lisa, over here“, Jongin shouts again, a bit louder this time. The girl looks up, her orange hair floating around her head gracefully while shooting Jongin a quizzical look.

„What is it?“, she asks, casually typing on while munching on a slice of pizza.

„How much do we have?“

She types a few times quickly, then squeezing her eyes shortly to take a closer look at the screen.

„'proximately onehundret and fifty, maybe more.“

Jogin nods approvingly before turning back to Sehun with a meaningful gesture.

„See? There you have your numbers. Lisa offered to spread the concert on social media and now we have about 150 people coming if everyone shows up. But I'm damn sure they will.“

„Unbelievable“, Sehun whispers with a huge grin, his head shaking slightly from side to side as if to shake off the idiotic pride for his club.

This is definitely more than he could ever wish for, all he had to do this afternoon was giving a helping hand here and there while watching the students organizing themselfs on their own perfectly.

Last thing they had to do was do some shopping for supplies and they'd be overall ready for tomorrows concert.

„Jongin?“

„Hm?“, Jongin looks up from his smartphone to face Sehun who's nonchalantly swinging a key inside his hand.

„Could you help me with the grocery shopping for tomorrow? Maybe Lay could tag along as well.“

Jongin quickly nods.
„Yeah sure, let's get going, it's getting late.“

He calls Lay over who joins the two inside Sehuns fancy car, sinking into the leathery material with a content sigh.

Damn sure such a poshyass had to drive such an expensive car. Sehun being the normal person he portrays at the youth club would have been too much to ask for anway. There just had to be a catch somewhere.

While feeling slightly pissed, Jongin still couldn't help but sink into the comfortable seat as well, absentmindedly watching the city lights slowly switching on, illuminating the dusk engulfing the city like a heavy veil.

It's exactly the type of material Luhan had in his car the night they ed each others brains out and Jongin quickly curses his body for perfectly remembering.

He could feel the blood rushing out of his brain a bit more south, causing his private area to heat up. Slightly panicing, he quickly covers his croth by crossing his legs tightly, hoping Sehun wouldn't notice.

But well, that fancy bastard seems to be all too busy focusing on the street instead of any of the two, let alone one of their crotches. Would've been majorly creepy anyway.

Jongin tried to think of something deadly off-turning in a hast, while hoping they'd reach their destiantion as soon as possible.

Much to his delight, Sehun pulled over to a local shop, giving the list another close look.

„Hundret and fifty you said?“

Jongin nods assuringly. „If not more by the end of tomorrow.“

Sehun murmurs a short „Uhum“, before tearing his eyes away, to get out of the car.

„Alright you two then we better get going.“

With that said, the three of them head into the super market.

That night, Jongin feels so exhausted, that he doesn't even notice his parents arguing downstairs as he drifts off into a deep slumber immediately after falling into bed fully clothed.

He doesn't notice the loud thuds, the rambling, the shrieking, he just sleeps on peacefully, his hand still tightly clutched around a bottle of water they snatched away from the supplies earlier, while carrying them into the building of the youth club.

He didn't manage to take a shower to wash off the sweat that pearled off his smooth skin earlier carrying the heavy boxes and speakers, nor did he manage to peel off his clothes that were stuck to his skin with sweat.

He just sleeps on peacefully.