❇ ⁞  bathroom

he's never been so grateful to anyone since ryujin beat up those bullies for him back in their kindergarten years. immediately pressing his back up against the wall, he wrapped the jacket around his waist with a sigh of relief.

fumbling with the hem of her blazer with a few embarrassed tugs, she swiftly takes it off to hand it over to the poor boy. "cover up, yes? you look fantastic, but this might not be the right place, love." she nods as a gesture and excuses herself to one of the stalls.

he could only manage a desperate nod, not wanting to move his hands away to sign to jie. too many people had seen too much of him today and he didn't know how much more his heart could handle.

"oh-" quite taken aback by the sight laid out before her, jieqiong's cheeks flush a soft red before quickly averting her eyes. "i'm sorry, do you need a jacket?" mingyu was right; it was nice .

just when he thought no one else would walk in, lo and behold, ryujin's roommate walked in and all he could do was keep his hands modestly in front of him with his cheeks flushed in shame.

"you- hey! kim mingyu you are n o t done explaining to me!" she shouts after the frantic frame walking away from her. shaking her head softly, she decides to just enter the restroom and do her thing.

"nevermind, class. bye." frantically he throws his hands in the air, growling low in frustration before he makes his way back to his classroom

her brows furrow even more as he goes on, a little "wha-" escaping her before she continued. "well did you at least say sorry?? did you get his number???"

embarrassment clear in his expression, he drags his hands down his face peeking at the other from behind his fingers, "cute...guy....nice ..."

she takes a few seconds to let his words simmer into her system before glancing up at the taller with complete confusion written all over. "dude, what do you mean? like, or bad person ??"

upon noticing his best friend, he halts in place before stammering out a string of words, "touched an , didn't mean to. end me."

just as she was about to make her way to the restroom, jieqiong sees her best friend flailing out the door visibly frenzied. "what happened to you? you're sweating so much i - is it diarrhea? do you need to go to the clinic??"

mingyu's retracts his hand away immediately, bowing as quickly as possible before dashing out the bathroom at the speed of light. , touched. dignity, crushed.

it was all happening so fast. people were popping out faster than a rabbit giving birth and he hardly knew what to do in this situation. a stranger was touching his bum -- not that he blamed him. his had never looked so good. his roommate had come in and seen the sight. and then a random lady had appeared from a stall like a ghost. turning to the molester, he raised his hands to sign to him, face still beet red and his still jutting out against the other's palm. 'are you done, sir?'

okay, so being an ex-assassin meant that she was still capable of darting to places unnoticed; it's cool, who needs teleportation, anyway. and while that was a good skill to have if she wants to become a hero, some days shuhua just really needs reprieve – Need, capital N, N for No More, Please. it wasn't even a problem with training, and she normally doesn't even interact with the rest of the students well enough to even be picking a fight.

today, though, might be an exception – she was just trying to clean the restroom in peace, damn it, and suddenly all these questionable dialogues (? only one person seems to be talking most of the time) started escalating in oddity. with an exasperated sigh, she coughs loudly and presses on the flush a little too hard than usual, all for the sake of making her presence known. what she sees when she exits the cubicle, however, was nothing short of normal, if you consider a boy in booty shorts that. "i'll. i'll take my leave," she finally pipes up, holding her cleaning paraphernalia, staring blankly at the two males frozen in apparent mortification. but shuhua's chill, she's not gonna pit it against them; you're bound to go crazy in this place, anyway. "please don't dirty the place yet, i just cleaned it. have a good day," she continues before bowing and finally leaving the godforsaken bathroom, trudging quietly towards the nearby janitor's closet.

(the taller one looks suspicious, though – maybe she needs to file a complaint, just in case.)

normally minho is able to withstand nearly a day of wearing his colored contacts, but, as he finds his way towards the bathroom, he realizes that might not be the case anymore. for s sake, maybe he'll just have to go without contacts for now. or maybe even gouge his eyes out. at least he would be killing two birds with one stone. pushing the door open, he's just about to reach for his contacts case and eyedrops when he becomes aware of two other people in the bathroom. and he... knows one of them? that can't be right. hyunjin doesn't own a pair of booty shorts. but the other person... is staring at hyunjin's like it's a whole present. casting his gaze towards the ceiling, minho lets out an exasperated sigh, throwing his hands up. "i hate it here. i truly hate it here!" gouging his eyes out seems a lot more appealing to him with each second he spends in the bathroom.

he stumbles forward towards the assailant, hand grazing over the globes /accidentally./ he’d rather jump off the rooftop than admit he’d done it on purpose “you’re uh—“ mingyu chokes out, “dummy thick...” before mentally strangling himself at his use of words. not entirely the best thing to say but it was the only thought that seemed to have processed properly. the tips of mingyu’s ears flush red, awkwardly training his eyes to the floor before they unconsciously make their way back to the presented .

the slam of the door opening had hyunjin nearly jumping out of both the shorts and his skin, more startled than he had ever been in his life. he turns his head to look at the intruder, heat immediately rushing to stain his cheeks a dark and embarrassed crimson. normally, you would lock eyes with the person you're completely humiliated in front of but hyunjin can't seem to meet eyes with the stranger. his gaze seems to be occupied. wait. fluster takes over, arms wildly waving around as he tries to sign a series of explanations, not even sure what he's signing as he suddenly feels exposed.

downing 6 shots of espresso was probably the reason why mingyu had an insane urge to pee, he couldn’t sit through class anymore and all he knew was that he had no time to lose. slamming the door open, his gaze instantly darts down to the pair of cheeks on display, booty shorts exposing a sinful amount of thigh and from the only other male in the room. so many questions raced through his mind, why was he checking himself out (scratch that— why wouldn’t he), who was this male temptress and mostly importantly, could he cop a feel. “oh—“ he barely breathes out, unable to tear his eyes away from the unexpected yet very much welcomed view. okay. so maybe taking a piss could wait.

her 'compliment' almost goes over his head, too busy staring at himself in the mirror. had his always looked like that? was this why girls wore shorts? to define their bottom and make it look this good? wait- ten minutes?! whipping his head around, ready to protest with everything he had, he turned to see ,,, the door close, only catching a glimpse of her pink hair. he stood there, wondering where this lay on the scale of embarrassing things ryujin had made him do. panic started to rile up in him, wondering what someone would say if the were to step in. surely, he wouldn't be known for having a good sense of fashion. turning his back to mirror, he glanced over his shoulder once again. oh well. it was class time and people usually stayed put so perhaps, he'd be safe.

you see, at times like this, she fails to take in the weight and affect of her actions onto others, only seemingly securing herself- and this comes to light the moment hyunjin steps out of the bathroom stall. her palms immediately cover to muffle a gasp, wide eyed at her best friend sporting just about the trampiest thing he's ever worn, especially with his junk in the trunk just... there (ignore the one time she made him try on her bra). "you look.. good," she etches out, now laughing. encouraging him on for the chance someone would walk in on him donning a pair of booty shorts, she gives him a thumbs up before heading for the door. "just uh, stay here. i'll be back in ten minutes."

his pants slip from his sight in an instant, the situation slowly starting to come together in his still frazzled mind. what. he was expected to wear ,,, this? he held up the shorts between fingers and stared at it in silent horror, wondering where it had all gone wrong. with a pained expression on his face, he slipped into the shorts, wiggling them up his thighs and then struggling to shove the rest of his goods in before peeking out from behind the door. nodding, just to answer ryujin's question, he stepped out with his thighs much too exposed. 'how do i look?' he signed, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

she nudges her shorts under the stall wall after his knock, reaching a hand under to grasp onto his own pants and lug it to her. hurriedly, she haphazardly slips her legs into his garment and even takes her dainty time buckling his belt around her waist. "okay, i'm done," she announces, traipsing out of her stall to go over her outfit in the bathroom's mirror. "do the shorts fit fine?"

he doesn't even have time to panic or registering anything that's happening as he suddenly finds himself inside a stall. her request starts sounding extremely absurd and he can't help but hug his chest when she peeks her head over the stall. before he can even sign any sort of question, she's gone and all he can do is sigh before quietly unbuckling his pants. cheeks flushed a soft pink at the situation, he knocks again to let her know he took them off.

at the sound of his timid knock, she's quick to swing the door open, her hand reaching out to grasp onto his shirt and yank him inside. "i'm not , you weirdo," she says, verbally this time. ushering him into a vacant stall, she heads into the one beside it, mounting atop of the toilet seat to peer over at him. "take off your pants, i'll give you my shorts. i'll come back right after my presentation." hopping off, she's already undoing her bottoms, slipping it down her legs.

he's already racing to the bathrooms as his phone vibrates in his hand, clutching it desperately as he all but crashes in through the door, eyes wide with worry before remembering his last question. with his face turning red, he immediately turns around before knocking against the wall so she knows he's there.

[ text to: loser ]
- hyunjin why would i come to class ???
- i'm gonna hit u
- OK I'M COOOOMIN'

[ text to : my best friend in the whole wide world :heart: ]
- you forgot??
- are yOU ?!
- RYUJIN!!!
- I'M ON MY WAY!! ! !

[ text to: loser ]
- i'm finE STOP WORRYING
- i'm gonna borrow them
- i forgot to dress formally for my presentation :huff:
- meet me in the bathroom rn

[ text to : my best friend in the whole wide world :heart: ]
- what?
- wait where are you?
- yeah i am
- why?
- wanna see a pic? i look kinda good in them today : D
- wAIT ARE YOU OKAY OR NOT