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Jongdae - Centric
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Jongdae prides in being a little . Don't get him wrong, he was a very nice monster. He carried around hot packs to give to his friends if they got cold (or to just piss off Yifan), he made homemade lunches for everyone every Friday, and he happily cheered anyone up if they were sad.
Jongdae was a class A angel, except he wasn't an actual angel. (The Twice cohort were full of them.)
But he had a reputation to uphold. A reputation of being an imp. For all you uneducated heathens, an imp is a creature that takes joy in messing around and pulling pranks on other humans or monsters. Gosh, Jongdae loved practical jokes.
His brother was especially good at them. One time, Jongdae woke up in the middle of a lake on his mattress, his brother was on the shore, laughing his off while taking a video.
Jongdae swore to get revenge. And he failed.
Multiple times.
It wasn't because of his lack of trying. No not at all, Jongdae was very passionate about pulling pranks. The issue was...the imp wasn't very good at it. For example, there was one time where Jongdae had left something in the classroom and gone back to grab it after school ended. He walked in to see the class president, Junmyeon, asleep on the teacher's rolly office chair.
His parents stayed late everyday, seeing how they were headmaster and vice principal. Junmyeon was a good son who waited everyday so he could go home with his parents. Sometimes Yixing kept him company, other times the fairy kept himself busy by finishing his homework.
Jongdae smirked as he realized the opportunity that presented in front of him. He quickly grabbed rope out of his backpack (he had an array of pranking weapons in his backpack which he carried around all the time) and made his way to the sleeping fairy.
Without waking the latter, Jongdae tied down Junmyeon, making sure that he couldn't move his arms or legs.
After he was satisfied, Jongdae backed away and grinned.
He was such a good imp.
Jongdae tickled Junmyeon's nose with a feather and quickly ran and hid behind a row of desks. Junmyeon sneezed quietly and slowly opened his eyes.
Jongdae giggled to himself. Oh he got Junmyeon soooo good. The fairy was going to be so pissed! Jongdae patted himself on the back. He was such a good pranker. Junmyeon opened both eyes and looked at the clock. He sniffled and slowly tried to stand up, frowning when he realized that he was all tied up.
Jongdae grinned, there was no way he could get out of th-
Junmyeon shrank into his five inch fairy form and flew away.
Jongdae groaned, hanging his head in defeat. God damn it.
Jongdae giggled to himself manically as he shut the coffin shaped locker door. He had rigged the said locker with exploding paint balloons and party poppers that popped out a lot of glitter. As soon as his victim, his best friend Xiumin, opened the locker... BOOM. The latter would be covered in paint and heart shaped glitter.
Jongdae was proud of himself. He had thought up the prank all by himself. He didn't even need to use BOOgle (the monster version of Google).
The imp flinched when he heard the bell chime through the dark hallways. He quickly looked around to see if anyone had seen him rig the locker before racing to hide behind the corner of the adjoining hallway. He ignored the strange looks he got as he peeked his head past the corner, barely holding it together as he watched Xiumin float over to his locker. Jongdae creeped up behind him, hoping to be the first person Xiumin saw after he got splattered with paint.
The ghost opened his locker with his combination (the lock was specially made for his little ghost hands) and opened the rigged coffin shaped locker.
Jongdae, then realized something.
Xiumin was a ghost.
He didn't even have time to dive out of the way as the paint and glitter erupted from the locker. It flew right through a very confused Xiumin and splattered on Jongdae who just stood there in shock.
"Hi Jongdae! Oh um... you got a little something on..." Xiumin motioned to Jongdae in whole, "on your everything."
Jongdae stared down at his paint covered clothes in despair. God damn it!
Jongdae sniffed, wiping the stray glitter off his cheekbones as he watched Tao round the corner. This time he really was going to prank one of his friends. Tao was a scaredy-cat (pun intended) so Jongdae dawned a scary monster mask and hid behind the second corner.
Tao was making his way down the hall, his tail wiggling in the air cheerfully as he typed away on his phone, probably texting Yifan. He mewled at a message and quickly texted back, his tan cheeks flushing pink. Jongdae cleared his throat, ready to scream and scare Tao.
He waited for the right time before jumping out. Just as Tao turned the corner, Jongdae leaped forward, his hands in the air and his mask on his face.
Tao screamed, and his fist shot out. Jongdae yelped as Tao's ring-decorated knuckles made contact with his face. Tao kept screaming, even as Jongdae lay on the ground, his mask lying beside him. The poor imp was curled up in a ball, holding his bloody nose.
Maybe scaring Tao wasn't a good idea.
"Yifan! My good old buddy old pal!"
Yifan frowned as he looked up at the imp standing in front of him, "Can I help you?"
Jongdae slid into the booth of the café, "Nope, just wanted to eat with my favorite vampire."
"I'm the only vampire you know."
"I know."
"What the fu-"
"Anyway! Can I eat with you? I'm starving." Jongdae cut Yifan off, snatching the menu out of the tall male's hands. Yifan took a deep breath, "Fine. But no more scaring Tao. He couldn't stop crying about his messed up hair and the fact that he punched you." Yifan paused, chuckling to himself, "How's the nose?"
Jongdae pouted, his fingers reaching up to delicately poke his bandaged nose, "Its fine."
Yifan snorted, "That's what you get for trying to scare others. Listen, order me blood soup okay? And none of that A Positive bull. I'll be right back." With that, the vampire left to use the restroom.
Just then, a brilliant idea struck Jongdae. He raised his hand, catching the eye of the mummy waitress. Her sandy golden eyes gleamed as she clicked her pen, "How may I help you?"
"I yea can I have a blood soup but actually when it arrives say it's tomato soup because my friend is a vampire and he likes blood not tomato but it's actually blood and he'll make a fool of himself when he complains okay?" Jongdae spat out, rapid speed. The waitress blinked, scratched her head (causing a bit of sand to trickle down to the floor) and nodded, "O..kay?"
When Yifan came back, Jongdae could barely suppress his laughter. Yifan glanced at the imp, giving him a weird look but dismissing it just as quickly because Jongdae was an imp and imps were strange. When the mummy waitress came back, she placed a bowl of what seemed like blood, soup in front of Yifan, "Here's your blood soup, desert flower." She glanced at Jongdae, winking at him.
Jongdae groaned and slapped his head with his forehead.
"Ew..what th-" Yifan spat out his spoonful of blood soup, "Is..this tomATO SOUP?!"
Jongdae raised his head from his hand, confused, "No- what? I ordered bloo-"
He was cut off by an ear piercing shriek. Jongdae and Yifan turned around too see a normal looking human standing up, a bowl of red liquid spilled out on the floor in front of her, "AHHHH THIS IS BLOOD!!!!"
Yifan looked down at his tomato soup before looking back up at Jongdae who had the similar expression on his face.
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Jongdae sighed as he laid on his floor that night. His brother had covered his bed with odd crumbs and now it was too uncomfortable for Jongdae to sleep in, even after vacuuming the mattress multiple times. That was a good prank.
Tying Junmyeon to a chair? Not a good prank.
Trying to splatter paint on a ghost? Not a good prank.
Trying to scare Tao but getting punched in the face instead? Not a good prank. In fact, it was really painful.
He wasn't even going to mention the last attempt. Jongdae rolled over, groaning as his hip ached against the hardwood floor. Maybe Jongdae wasn't cut out for all these imp stuff anyway. He'll just stick with being a good friend.
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