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Defining Deviant. [Chapter 2] Monday, November 21, 2011


An idea came popping into my head like a spring with a light bulb attached to it. I quickly made my way to Byughun with my phone within my hands grip.

A smile slipped onto my face as Byunghun saw me. He was innocent. He's face as pure as the driven snow. I hope he doesn't mind me doing this.

"Byunghun-ah! Can you do me a favor?" I asked, giving him my puppy eyes. With a face like mine, he can't say no.

"Ahhh sure. What do you want me to do?" I smiled at the stench of victory. In a split second, I showed him my phone. He smirked, as if he knew what I was asking him to do.

Before I knew it, we were both making faces in front of my phone's camera: kissy-faces, sad faces, happy faces, name them, we made them.

Satisfied with the selcas I took with Byunghun, I slapped him in the ass and skipped away like an innocent preschooler. I can already imagine the what-the-actual-fuck face Byunghun gave me. Well, to those who doesn't know me well, I spank people in the bum to thank them. Weird, huh?

For some unknown reason, my palms were sweating. The temperature in the dance studio was like, I don't know, maybe 24 decree celcius or something. If I were given a bucket right now, I'm sure it'd be completely filled with my sweat.

I picked a selca which was perfect to convinced Kyung that Teen Top's rapper (well, one of them. I don't think Minsoo's all that gorgeous. Yes, he has a great body but somehow, Byunghun's a magnet to me) was way hot than Block B. I tapped the send button and rested my body onto the cold, hard floor, immediately shutting my eyes.


Seconds later, my phone vibrated within my pocket. Kyung was a master at texting. He was a pro. If you send him a message, you'll get back the reply within seconds, minutes if he had to go for a bathroom break.

From: Kyungy.
wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww :o he's ok, i guess. can you send me more pictures? don't ask why. i'm gonna play a joke on zico. hah. he'll def flip when he sees a picture of some other guy on my hp :P

Since Kyung's a very close friend of mine, I did send him another picture but this time....of Byunghun and me.




HAHA hey it's been a while. tbh, i really wanted to skip this chapter because i've lost all of my ideas on it TT-TT boohoo. i'll write the other chapter longer ~ fighting! no cover for this one, sorry. too lazy ^^  at first i was like, takyah la cover, and then jumpa gambo sesuai, hambek ja la and edit ~