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“My head hurts.” Baekhyun groans, clutching his head as he got up from his uncomfortable position on the bed. “And why am I so sweaty- oh.”

Baekhyun looks around as he sees the rest of his friends squished together on the twin-sized bed, clutching to each other as if if they fell, everyone would die.

Looking around, Baekhyun could tell that he might have drunk too much. Normally if Kyungsoo was around, he wouldn’t have drunk his sorrows away, but that would be because Baekhyun would be too scared to make a fool of himself in front of his crush.

Everyone’s crush, actually. Everyone in the fcking frat had a crush on the smaller boy. Baekhyun sympathized for them when he hadn’t fell, but he wasn’t looking where he was walking and fell as well.

Baekhyun noted that if Kyungsoo was here, then all the glass bottles wouldn’t be there an hour after Kyungsoo gets home, but the alcohol bottles were still there. Baekhyun isn’t one to be suspicious, though, only assuming that Kyungsoo got fed up with the party going on while he was trying to study and went over to Ryeowook’s house to stay over.

“Christ, Baek, did you mess with my head?” Chanyeol coughed out, clutched his head and shouting a bit, making the rest of Baekhyun’s friends wake up. It also made them all fall to the ground, because a twin-sized bed can’t hold five people. 

“Ow, what are you guys doing- oh sht, it feels like somebody drilled a hole into my head!” Sehun groaned from the ground, not bothering to get up.

“No sht, sherlock. You drank less than all of us yesterday.” Jongdae sighed, getting up. “I’ll go get the pain killers. Damn, where’s Kyungsoo when we need him?”

“Stop talking as if Kyungsoo is yours, Jong-One. Because he isn’t. Remember? All eleven of us and the contract? Sharing Kyungsoo?” Jongin smacked Jongdae, then started wailing because now both his head and his hand hurt.

Jongdae rolled eyes. “You remind me everyday, Jong-Two, but you already get to share a room with Kyungsoo, and I am one of the ones who spend the least time with Kyungsoo! I only think it’s fair.”

“You better hurry and get those pain killers.” Sehun said, pushing Jongdae out of the door. Baekhyun hummed a tune of agreement. 

They could hear Jongdae go downstairs, then a “Oh, hey Kyungsoo!” come out. Immediately four pair of eyes widened, then trampled each other down the stairs to greet Kyungsoo.

However, they did not see any Kyungsoo, but just Jongdae, who took the pain killers for himself and sat down on the chair.

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“My head hurts.” Baekhyun groans, clutching his head as he got up from his uncomfortable position on the bed. “And why am I so sweaty- oh.”

Baekhyun looks around as he sees the rest of his friends squished together on the twin-sized bed, clutching to each other as if if they fell, everyone would die.

Looking around, Baekhyun could tell that he might have drunk too much. Normally if Kyungsoo was around, he wouldn’t have drunk his sorrows away, but that would be because Baekhyun would be too scared to make a fool of himself in front of his crush.

Everyone’s crush, actually. Everyone in the fcking frat had a crush on the smaller boy. Baekhyun sympathized for them when he hadn’t fell, but he wasn’t looking where he was walking and fell as well.

Baekhyun noted that if Kyungsoo was here, then all the glass bottles wouldn’t be there an hour after Kyungsoo gets home, but the alcohol bottles were still there. Baekhyun isn’t one to be suspicious, though, only assuming that Kyungsoo got fed up with the party going on while he was trying to study and went over to Ryeowook’s house to stay over.

“Christ, Baek, did you mess with my head?” Chanyeol coughed out, clutched his head and shouting a bit, making the rest of Baekhyun’s friends wake up. It also made them all fall to the ground, because a twin-sized bed can’t hold five people. 

“Ow, what are you guys doing- oh sht, it feels like somebody drilled a hole into my head!” Sehun groaned from the ground, not bothering to get up.

“No sht, sherlock. You drank less than all of us yesterday.” Jongdae sighed, getting up. “I’ll go get the pain killers. Damn, where’s Kyungsoo when we need him?”

“Stop talking as if Kyungsoo is yours, Jong-One. Because he isn’t. Remember? All eleven of us and the contract? Sharing Kyungsoo?” Jongin smacked Jongdae, then started wailing because now both his head and his hand hurt.

Jongdae rolled eyes. “You remind me everyday, Jong-Two, but you already get to share a room with Kyungsoo, and I am one of the ones who spend the least time with Kyungsoo! I only think it’s fair.”

“You better hurry and get those pain killers.” Sehun said, pushing Jongdae out of the door. Baekhyun hummed a tune of agreement. 

They could hear Jongdae go downstairs, then a “Oh, hey Kyungsoo!” come out. Immediately four pair of eyes widened, then trampled each other down the stairs to greet Kyungsoo.

However, they did not see any Kyungsoo, but just Jongdae, who took the pain killers for himself and sat down on the chair.

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“My head hurts.” Baekhyun groans, clutching his head as he got up from his uncomfortable position on the bed. “And why am I so sweaty- oh.”

Baekhyun looks around as he sees the rest of his friends squished together on the twin-sized bed, clutching to each other as if if they fell, everyone would die.

Looking around, Baekhyun could tell that he might have drunk too much. Normally if Kyungsoo was around, he wouldn’t have drunk his sorrows away, but that would be because Baekhyun would be too scared to make a fool of himself in front of his crush.

Everyone’s crush, actually. Everyone in the fcking frat had a crush on the smaller boy. Baekhyun sympathized for them when he hadn’t fell, but he wasn’t looking where he was walking and fell as well.

Baekhyun noted that if Kyungsoo was here, then all the glass bottles wouldn’t be there an hour after Kyungsoo gets home, but the alcohol bottles were still there. Baekhyun isn’t one to be suspicious, though, only assuming that Kyungsoo got fed up with the party going on while he was trying to study and went over to Ryeowook’s house to stay over.

“Christ, Baek, did you mess with my head?” Chanyeol coughed out, clutched his head and shouting a bit, making the rest of Baekhyun’s friends wake up. It also made them all fall to the ground, because a twin-sized bed can’t hold five people. 

“Ow, what are you guys doing- oh sht, it feels like somebody drilled a hole into my head!” Sehun groaned from the ground, not bothering to get up.

“No sht, sherlock. You drank less than all of us yesterday.” Jongdae sighed, getting up. “I’ll go get the pain killers. Damn, where’s Kyungsoo when we need him?”

“Stop talking as if Kyungsoo is yours, Jong-One. Because he isn’t. Remember? All eleven of us and the contract? Sharing Kyungsoo?” Jongin smacked Jongdae, then started wailing because now both his head and his hand hurt.

Jongdae rolled eyes. “You remind me everyday, Jong-Two, but you already get to share a room with Kyungsoo, and I am one of the ones who spend the least time with Kyungsoo! I only think it’s fair.”

“You better hurry and get those pain killers.” Sehun said, pushing Jongdae out of the door. Baekhyun hummed a tune of agreement. 

They could hear Jongdae go downstairs, then a “Oh, hey Kyungsoo!” come out. Immediately four pair of eyes widened, then trampled each other down the stairs to greet Kyungsoo.

However, they did not see any Kyungsoo, but just Jongdae, who took the pain killers for himself and sat down on the chair.