"I'm so BORED." The voice of a loud whiny boy cried out. "What the hell do you want me to do, Chanyeol?" The other boy replied, with a huff. Chanyeol whined yet again and rested his chin on the other boy's shoulder.

"Sehuuun,"

"Get your chin off me."

"Let's do somethinnnng-"

"Like what? Jump greasers again? That's so boring. Go get a job or something." Sehun flipped his hair out of his face and crossed his arms over his $200 vest he recently bought, which he was in fact proud of. Along with his other billion dollars worth of clothing. His shoes are probably worth more than the amount of grease a greaser uses in his hair in under a day.  

"Why do I need a job when I'm already rich as . You're funny, Sehunnie." Chanyeol snorted and stood up straight.

"Shut the up." 

After a long, boring day of Chanyeol complaining, Sehun went back home. He walked up to his room and plopped onto his bed, sighing. Finally some rest. Suddenly he began to think, and soon his thoughts landed upon that one greaser from the other day. Huang Zitao.