Wrong

TRIGGER WARNING: Vulgar language + abuse of alcohol.

Read at your own discretion.

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As usual, the student body of Heo Jun Academy for Elite Students gathered into their respective cliques at any chance they could get, gossiping amongst each other about any and all rumors. The most popular rumor so far was that of Wu Yifan and Park Yunhee's newfound romance. The only reason it was even a topic of interest was because Yifan had never before disclosed to the public about dating someone. He was seen as a player, the cold-hearted young man who didn't have the capacity to love. Not to mention they were both some of the most popular students at school.

It wasn't even third period by the time these rumors came spiraling back to Zitao. At first he laughed it off, telling his minions,

"It's just a rumor. Doesn't mean it's true. I don't see why everyone is making a fuss about it..."

But deep within his soul he had the itching, anxious feeling that the gossip could actually be true. It had been a week since he and Yifan last spent time together and, of course, that morning it was announced from school staff that the homecoming dance would be held that upcoming Saturday night. Since then, Yunhee had been acting very clingy towards Yifan. Tao decided to ignore it. After all, it wasn't like he owned the guy.

A handful of students, both male and female, had asked Zitao to be their homecoming dance date throughout the day. Casually he rejected them all. Though he didn't openly admit to it, he was hoping to be asked by none other than Wu Yifan— even if he was supposedly with Yunhee now.

During the first break between classes, Tao had immediately went racing to find Yifan. Luckily the person of interest was standing by his locker in the hallway, checking up on the messages in his phone and chewing on some bubblegum. With a charming smile pulling at the edges of his lips, Tao approached Yifan full of confidence and excitement. Yet all his good vibes were instantly crushed when Yunhee stepped in just a millisecond before Tao. She gave the tall blonde a long, drawn out kiss. Right on the lips.

He couldn't truly grasp the reality of the situation right away. A moment was saved so he could process, until finally Yunhee pulled back and giggled like a star struck school girl.

"You know, if the teachers see you, you'll get detention for that." Zitao stated with an edge. But Yunhee's happy-go-lucky attitude was unhinged as she shrugged her shoulders carelessly.

"So what? Let them see us. Then we'll just kiss in detention," she joked lightly, Yifan letting out a hushed chuckle. His voice was silenced by Yunhee's presence, as if he was somehow nonexistent whenever she was around. Tao faked a laugh before yanking the girl away by her arm, beginning to stroll down the hall.

"You know, it's been so long since we really hung out," he began to explain, Yifan simply shaking his head at the boy's pettiness, "I was thinking maybe we could get together like old times? Besides, if you give Kris a break just for a day I'm more than sure he'd go crazy for you tomorrow."

Without giving much thought to it, the ginger eagerly accepted her friend's offer as the two wandered far away from Yifan's locker. "Of course! I've missed you, anyhow. Is today good?"

"My schedule is always clear for you, Yun." His smile was as fake as ever, but the naive Yunhee was blinded by her optimism.

"Great! I'll meet you at your locker after school ends." With their plans finalized, she happily strutted up the staircase on her way to the next class.

She had no idea who she was messing with.

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Standing side-by-side, both staring up at the gates to Heo Jun Academy, Sehun and Luhan could not believe what was about to happen. They glanced at each other for a moment before walking through the gates to enter. Many people stared at the two students whose faces they never saw before, curiosity turning the boys and girls into anxious predators.

Oh Sehun was the son of an Olympic athlete, while Luhan's mother had been a model in her younger years and married Sehun's father for his money and success. Their parents did not openly admit to such an idea but the two step-brothers knew very well that was the reason. Ever since their marriage, the small family had been living in Paris, France where Luhan's mother was busy everyday shopping, going to fashions shows, and having not-so-secret affairs with other men. As for the pair's other biological parents, Sehun's mother was just a woman who agreed to give birth and allowed his father to have full custody. Luhan never knew who his father was, since his mother admitted that at the time of being pregnant she'd slept with various men who all could have been the father. Luhan never cared enough to look for him. The family seemed broken, but they were surprisingly happy together. Now that they had returned to Seoul after so many years, whether their happiness and trust would stay was completely dependent on the future.

"Hey Lu," Sehun said to his brother, lightly elbowing him to grab his attention as they made their way through the vast halls. He stared down at the printed paper with his new class schedule written on it. "I don't think we have any classes together... at all. Not even Physical Ed." Luhan frowned as he put up his schedule next to Sehun, comparing the differences.

"Our lockers aren't even in the same hallways..." Quietly stated a disappointed Luhan. The elder of them swung his arm around Luhan's shoulder, folding his schedule paper and stuffing it away in his pocket.

"Don't worry, Lu. We can still meet up at lunch and it's not like we don't see each other enough at home."

"It's not about that! I'm just really freaked out. You've already been to high school for, like, two years now? This is my first time and I have no idea what I'm doing!"

"Seriously, stop fussing!" Sehun cooed, ruffling the shorters hair about. With a dissastisfied frown, he fixed and adjusted his messed-up hair before letting out a tiny sigh. "I'm gonna go find my locker and start settling in. You should too." Giving not a single chance for him to protest splitting up, Sehun was already on his own and rushing upstairs to reach the Junior class' hallway.

Like a lost lamb, Luhan wandered the halls in search of his locker. Once finding it, he carefully organized all his books and other needed materials before shutting it with the shiny new lock he'd bought the night before. Like the responsible young man he was, the freshman instantly went looking for each and every one of his classrooms but it was obvious he had troubles. Most people passed him by without offering any assistance, leaving the poor boy drowning in the big bad ocean that was Heo Jun Academy. Fortunately, there was one person with a kind heart who took note to Luhan's distress and came to the rescue.

"Hey, are you new here?" Baekhyun questioned as he approached the younger.

"Yeah, I'm trying to figure out where all these classes are but I'm a bit confused."

Chuckling at his innocence, Baekhyun was quick to propose a solution.

"I know this place like the back of my hand. I can show you around if you want."

"Oh, that'd be great! Thanks, uh... what was your name again?"

"Byun Baekhyun. Yours?"

At first he seemed skeptical to tell his name, stuttering partially as he blurted out, "Oh— I mean, Lu Han."

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"Hey Chanyeol, meet the new guys!" Baekhyun called out delightedly as the baby-faced Luhan and oh-so-serious Sehun followed suit. Adjusting the glasses frames on his face, Chanyeol perked up and gave them both a close inspection. As usual, Baekhyun sat down on the stair steps next to Chanyeol while Sehun and Luhan sat beside themselves just a few steps below.

"Baekhyun's told me a lot about you," Luhan stated, smiling sweetly, "He says you're, like, the smartest guy in the school." Chanyeol's cheeks flushed a rosy pink shade at the compliment, trying to hide it from his friend as he covered them with his hands and pretended to rest his face in them.

"I don't know if I'm the smartest, but I know a thing or two."

"My name's Sehun and this is Luhan. I hope it's cool if we sit here?"

"Yes, of course! It's not like we own the staircase." The four of them laughed light-heartedly, continuing to get to know each other during their lunch break. All the while, the notorious kingkas were lurking from afar.

"So those are the new students?" Zitao asked, standing beside Jongin.

"Yep. I did some research, turns out that Sehun is a huge athlete but Luhan is a freshman."

"A freshman, huh? I thought he had a bit of a baby face."

"Well what are we waiting around for?" Jongin stated, itching to get his claws into the newbie. "Let's go over there already."

Nodding in agreement, the two upperclassmen coolly strolled towards the staircase in the quad in which their supposed inferiors made their domain. The one with the most bravery, Baekhyun, was the first to speak up.

"What are you two doing here? Did judging people get too boring for you?" He spat at them, but instead of retaliating, they only chuckled.

"We just wanted to say hi to the new guys!" Tao exclaimed, acting ever so sweet. Chanyeol and Baekhyun both looked to each other with their brows furrowed, knowing that the other boys were up to no good. Sehun was silent, sensing that the over-enthusiasm in these boys was strange. Not to mention Baekhyun's reaction when they showed up made it seem as though they weren't as good as they rubbed off. Yet the impressionable Luhan smiled and waved, completely lacking the instinct that his step-brother had.

"Hi! I'm Luhan."

"Luhan? You're Chinese, huh? So's this one," Jongin replied, gently pushing Zitao in a playful way. Tao rolled his dark eyes, shoving the other in retaliation.

"Oh, shut up. You say that as if being Chinese should strike a connection." Jongin's shoulders shrugged, the boy not having a care in the world. Just as the same old bell began screeching its usual noise, Luhan jumped to his feet.

"Gotta get to class! I'll see you guys around?"

"Woah! Slow down there, speedster," Jongin joked, suddenly wrapping an arm around the younger's shoulder. Immediately Sehun grew upset, readying to protest their skinship until Chanyeol held him back, shaking his head silently. "You've got a few minutes to get there. We can have a little chat before you run off."

In the blink of an eye, Luhan had been swept away by the two kingkas, leaving the other three in their dust. Sehun huffed loudly, turning to his peers with a red hot aura.

"What was that all about? Those guys hardly know him!"

"They like to recruit the freshmen and sophomores as their mini slaves," Chanyeol explained. Sehun's soft ebony gaze was turned rough as soon as he realized what his brother had gotten himself into.

"I don't trust them," he noted aloud, already walking along with his new friends towards the next class.

"Well, good. 'Cause you shouldn't."

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Prepared at Zitao's locker was Park Yunhee, her hair put up in a clean bun and skin glowing as usual. The disgruntled male swaggered over to his locker, stuffing unnecessary items back inside it.

"You seem happier than normal," he observed, a bit of passiveness in his tone. Their friendship had lasted for years, but the second she stole his boy toy from under his nose, that bond seemed to be forgotten. Yunhee just twirled a lock of vibrant crimson hair around her index finger, sighing happily.

"Yep! My grades are decent, my parents are butting out of my life, and my man is as good as ever. How could I not be happy?"

"I'm glad for you. Really, I am." He said this more so as a reminder to himself.

"Thanks, Zi! So, we're headed to your place this time?"

"Yeah, we can just walk back."

Hours had passed by, the two watching movies and lazing around in his room. Since his parents were constantly away on business or fancy vacations, he typically had the whole house to himself. While Yunhee was napping away, her soft snores filling the silence of the room, Tao took the opportunity to do some snooping. Her bag was just a grasp's away, her phone poking out from the side pocket. The young man bit his lip and cautiously retrieved the device, typing in the password, and going straight for her messages. Right at the top were messages from Kris, all full of flirtatious little remarks and other cute crap. He scrunched his nose up in disgust, scrolling through a plethora of the same sort of messages.

In mid-snooping a brand new text appeared in the notifications from... Mr.Wu, Kris's father. Why would he be messaging Yunhee? Let alone even have her number?

Quickly Tao redirected to the new message, beginning to read it in his mind.

Yunhee,

Yifan told me the news. You've done well.

Keep this up and your family will have a nice paycheck

to take to the bank sometime soon.

- Wu

Setting down the phone, Zitao had to think about the circumstances. From the way that messaged sounded, Zitao deducted that Mr.Wu was probably paying her to go out with Kris.

'So she's going broke? Not surprised, considering she blows her parent's money every chance she gets.'

He put Yunhee's phone where it belonged and took his own, sending a text in haste to none other than Wu Yifan.

We gotta talk soon.

Something's wrong.

- Zi

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Kyungsoo had gone out for some dinner with his closest companion Jongin, allowing their other friends some time to get the party started for when he came home. He knew that there was often a lot of petty drama amongst their clique, yet when a friend was in dire need of cheering up, they sure as hell were the first volunteers to help make it happen. Everyone had refrained from letting Kai in on the details, but once he and Kyungsoo pulled up into the garage and heard blaring music from inside the Kim household, the surprise was no longer.

"What the hell?" Questioned Jongin as he yanked the keys out of the ignition and went storming off into his house. Kyungsoo struggled to keep up, almost losing the other's trail as they maneuvered past what felt like hundreds of people flooding the room.

"Kai, wait up!" Kyungsoo tried to call out to him, but the boy was too focused on figured out why so many people were trashing his house. Finally, he bumped into Yunhee, a red solo cup in one hand and her other gripping tightly onto the collar of Wu Yifan.

"Yunhee, Kris, what's going on? Why are all these people in my house?!" Kai demanded, his voice rising above the music that thumped from a loudspeaker nearby. Yunhee giggled perpetually.

"It's a surprise party!" She exclaimed, her tone as bubbly as ever. Before she could get another word in the girl started hiccupping profusely. Yifan rolled his eyes before interjecting, taking over the conversation.

"It was Kyungsoo's idea. He wanted to cheer you up." Jongin shook his head, feeling more and more exasperated by the minute. All he wanted was a calm night alone. He wouldn't have minded maybe one or two friends visiting him; but a having his house turned upside down by a whole class or two of drunken teenagers? Definitely not that sort of night he was looking forward to. Angrily Jongin turned his back on the couple, immediately rushing up the spiral staircase to the second floor. Seconds later, Kyungsoo followed up after his pal.

"I didn't think you'd be angry," he began, shutting the door to Jongin's bedroom as he entered. "You've always been so gung-ho for a party. I thought it'd make you feel better."

Bringing his fingers up to rub the temple of his forehead, Jongin shook his head. It was hard to even think when all the hectic noise from outside his door was causing a headache. He kept his back turned to the other, hardly interested in looking at anyone for the moment. Slowly his dark eyes fluttered shut, mentally reminding himself to take deep breaths. Sometimes doing that would help to sooth his temper.

"You thought wrong. All I wanted was to relax today. You have no idea how... how tired I am."

"But just yesterday you were living it up with the guys." Kyungsoo bitterly chuckled, but he was so confused. Never once in the entirety that he'd known known the other did Jongin rest. The lacrosse player was known for attending wild parties, getting drunk off his ass, starting flings with people... If you searched the word 'wild' in a dictionary, surely his photograph would be displayed as an example.

"Just get out." The boy's voice wasn't threatening or commanding as it normally sounded. This time, he spoke quietly. Each syllable was spoken drawn out with exact clarity, leaving no room for misconceptions. Though he wasn't looking right at his face, Kyungsoo just knew that his friend was at an all-time low. "Please."

Another new record for the night: Jongin never uttered the word 'please' ever in his life. He had to be truly desperate to be saying such a word.

Just as Kyungsoo was preparing to give an encouraging speech, all the lights dimmed out. The music stopped. People's shouting from below had grown silent.

Back downstairs, Jongdae was peering outside a window to check on the rest of the neighborhood. Then he moved towards the center of the room, already yelling at people to stay calm. He was often quiet and reserved, but when he put his mind to it, he could become a great leader. If anyone could get a crowd under control, it'd be Kim Jongdae. 

"It's a power outage! The whole city is out!" The young male exclaimed for all to hear whilst standing atop the coffee table. As soon as Jongdae's announcement was heard, several of the drunk and upset partygoers began to file out of the building from the front door. With no power, there was no party. Hence, no reason to be at the Kim household any longer.

Of course, Jongin's close companions stayed behind. It would be rude of them to just leave without cleaning up. Sure, they were a dramatic and petty crowd of friends- but at the end of the day, they loved and respected one another (with the exception of a few shady people).

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Once all the moochers were gone, the group began a journey about the house in search of candles, flashlights, and trash bags, already starting their mission to clean house. It was public knowledge that Jongin's parents were never gone for too long and they all were expecting the Kims to return any hour now. In contrast to the remainder of her friends, Yunhee wasn't so convinced that the party had to stop. Noticing her boyfriend wandering off towards Mr. and Mrs. Kim's bedroom, Yunhee followed after and snuck her way into the room without a single witness.

She was still hazy from a night of drinking, feeling the world spinning on its axis around her. Yifan, who was collecting trash from the room and hadn't heard her walk in, turned to see the girl giggling nefariously and crashing into the walls.

"Yunhee!" He exclaimed just as she went pummeling to the floor, hitting her head with a loud 'thud'. The elder was quick to kneel at her side, take her limp-like body into his arms, and lay the poor drunkard onto the king sized bed. "You can't go home like this. Your parents will kill you and then they'll kill me."

Yunhee just kept on laughing, a few hiccups interrupting her laughter. A thin hand grabbed onto the boy's collar and yanked him down to her level.

"Kiss me." Her voice was choppy, but demanding. The stench of alcohol was prominent in her breath, sending chills of pure disgust up his spine.

"No, Yunhee. You're drunk. Just go to sleep." Despite his refusal, the intoxicated redhead was determined to get what she wanted.

"I said kiss me, you idiot!" Before he even had the time to blink, their lips were locked onto each other. It was the worst time possible that a certain dark haired friend of theirs could stumble into the room and witness it all.

Zitao had shown up to the part as fashionably late as he could. He was desperate to get ahold of Yifan all night, ever since he discovered what Yunhee was scheming. Yifan had to know the truth, even if it would be betraying one of his best and closest friends. It was the right thing to do.

After getting zero response from the man of the hour, Zitao reverted to calling up their mutual pals, hoping they would know where to find him. At last, the idea struck him like lightning- he'd be at that party for Jongin. In all his worry and dramatic edge, the poor boy had completely forgotten about the party's existence. If Yifan wasn't staring at his phone screen to be able to respond, it must have meant he was partying. At nearly two in the morning, the ever so perturbed male ran what felt like miles across town just to reach Jongin's house, noticing how silent and dark it seemed. Maybe the party was over, but he hadn't come all that way for nothing.

Banging his clenched fist against the wooden door, it was Jongdae who opened up, stepping aside immediately to allow his friend some room. His brows furrowed inwards, making note to how tense the younger appeared.

"You're a bit late for the party." Jongdae stated, gently shutting the door as Zitao came storming in. The school's biggest diva ignored Jongdae's remark, hardly even giving so much as a glance to him.

"Where's Kris?"

"Upstairs, last I saw." Zitao gave his colleague a short nod of appreciation, rushing up the spiral staircase and checking every possible room there was. Each were empty of people, leaving only one room left- Mr. and Mrs. Kim's bedroom. Slowly his hand reached out to grab the knob of the door, releasing a deep breath. For him, the situation was difficult. Before, he was upset and wanted revenge. But now that he was actually going through with it, his perspective seemed to change. Guilt was a good thing to feel, wasn't it? It meant that he was human.

Without any more hesitation, the young Heo Jun student pushed the door open. He was ready to face whatever he had to...

Excepting his best friend and his crush having a sloppy make-out session on Mr. and Mrs. Kim's mattress. He was stunned. His lips parted, as if to say something, yet not a single sound was uttered.

From Yifan's peripheral vision, he could make out the expression of pure disappointment in Zitao's face. The door was slammed shut, leaving Yifan and Yunhee alone once more. Immediately the tall blonde ripped himself away from his so called 'girlfriend', shoving her arms away when she went to grab him again. Truthfully, that had been his first ever kiss with anyone. Already he knew it had been the worst.

"I said no!" He roared out, causing Yunhee to flinch upon instinct. "Do that ever again, and I will-" Cutting himself short, he knew that his pent up anger was growing a little too rapidly. Rather than feed his wrath, Yifan chose to leave Yunhee altogether to chase after the one he found himself caring about most.

"Where's Zi?!" He shouted, running down the stairs and into the parlor. Jongdae was starting to get a bout of deja vu.

"He just left... Are you guys okay?" 

"No."

Now on the empty sidewalk, Tao came to a full halt as he heard his name being called out from a distance behind him. He turned to face the other, exhausted and humiliated.

"What do you want from me?" He asked, crossing both arms over his chest.

"What you saw in there... It wasn't what it looked like." Yifan tried to explain, beginning to sweat bullets. He had never felt so liable. A hand ran through his hair, something he did by habit when he was feeling anxious.

"Why should it matter? She's your girlfriend, you two can do whatever you'd like. I shouldn't have imposed." Though his words were understanding, his tone and body language screamed 'passive aggressive'.

Yifan just shook his head, a short scoff escaping his lips.

"I can hardly call her my girlfriend. I thought we were just dating, nothing that serious. I did it because it made my dad happy, but now... I'm not so sure it's worth it." Saying even that much to another person took all the courage Yifan could wrack up. He had never been too fond of opening up to others, or to even show emotion besides aggressiveness or neutrality. Yet Zitao remained unimpressed.

"Why do you kiss your dad's ass anyway? He runs your life like some dictator and you never have a say in anything about it! You always act so high and mighty at school, but the second you come home it's like you're a useless, replaceable object! I thought you were a man, strong, independent, and all that. But I guess I was wrong."

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