𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟭
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓼

In hindsight, climbing over the fence at the back of the school and into a forest just because Hyunjin had gotten into a fight with his mother probably wasn't the best idea at the time.

Hyunjin thought about that as he trudged through the overgrown grass and lose branches, careful not to step and dramatically sink down into a mud puddle. To his horrible luck, it had rained like the end of the world only a few hours prior to his great escape- so not only were there an army of slugs and snails with every step, but the stench of wet leaves was just a tad overpowering.

It wasn't a secret that there was a huge forest behind his school (he had a slight suspicion it had grown there centuries ago just to stop students from sneaking out) and he could recall more than a handful of assemblies that went along the lines off; "No matter what, the forest is not to be entered under any circumstances."

There were a multitude of reasons as to why the forest was out of bounds, other than the obvious fact that it's a forest. The first one being that his school was one of the most prestigious and well kept private boy schools in the entire country, so for word to get out that students had dug under the fence like prisoners to hike into the forest would most likely be detrimental to the reputation of such a school.

Secondly the forest, eventhough it was protected by the council, hadn't been cleaned up for people to safely hike. So there was the off chance that Hyunjin could go slinding into a canyon and fall to his undeniably tragic end, but hey, let's stay positive here.

And the last, and probably most important point, the forest was crawling with drunkards and delinquents from the nearby public and state schools who would bunk most days of the week to come smoke weed. For some reason to all those parents who sent their children to Hyunjin's school, the idea of their precious kids mingling with the wrong crowd proves to be even more problematic than diving headfirst into the abyss. Priorities, obviously.

However Hyunjin, who at this point would willingly throw himself into the Bermuda Triangle, took it upon himself to be the first ever student to venture into the wilderness. Most of the other private school children would have turned around and sneaked back into school to avoid a wild bear attack (there probably aren't any bears, hopefully) or the inevitable suspension they'll receive once Hyunjin's history teacher realises he's 'been in the bathroom' for over an hour.

If anything though he shouldn't be kept accountable for his rebellious actions! If anything, his mother should be given a lecture by the head master, for she is the one who had encouraged this whole fiasco.

Okay, maybe encouraged isn't the right term. She more or less indirectly hinted with big words and insults that Hyunjin had trouble keeping up with.

It had started off as a normal morning, or what was normal to the Hwang family. Hyunjin's alarm went off at quarter past six that usual Thursday and he went about getting ready until quarter to seven. Thereafter he was rushed downstairs by the house maid, who claimed she needed to sweep this exact corridor at this exact moment, and made his way to the kitchen.

Like always the breakfast was placed ontop of the counter, the usual bacon and eggs on toast with a side of apple juice. He grabbed his helping, sat on the barstool and picked up his fork and was about to dig into his food-

When the human equivalent to a police siren, his mother, all but ran into the room, colourful papers in her hands. She was literally shaking in anger that made Hyunjin stop midway, a piece of his bacon on the fork helplessly falling back onto the plate.

And her face, oh dear god her face, could've brought the devil to his knees.

"Hwang Hyunjin." She stated in a deep voice, making the teenager drop his fork altogether and it cluttered onto his plate, "What are these I've found under your bed?"

You see that was never a good question, because even Hyunjin wasn't sure what was under his bed.

He had asked the maid not to clean his room, promising his father that he was 16 and more than capable of cleaning after himself. Therefore most of the junk that he didn't want to throw away or physically couldn't bring himself to let go of, was unceremoniously chucked under the queen sized bed.

But judging by the papers, which now looked like magazines, in her hands they probably weren't decades old pokemon cards or leftover pizza. Oh no, they were much worse than that.

That was his stash of porn.

"Uh," he eloquently replied with, "I can explain?"

In all honesty it's not that bad. If it means anything, she could have found something worse like a condom or something along those lines. He was a teenage boy! He had hormones! This was to be expected! His father, who had chosen this week to go on a business trip, could definitely back him up on this.

"Explain?! You're going to give me a valid reason as to why there is gay porn under your bed?!"

Ah, his father definitely could not back him up with that particular detail.

This was then followed by a long and very embarrassing argument with his mother about his sexual erges and hormones. For which she didn't seem even a little relaxed with his knowledge of safe sex, and instead raged on about how disappointing and revolting this was. Not being able to be on the receiving end of her insults, he left his breakfast untouched (a huge regret now because he was absolutely starving) and stormed out of the house. Instead of getting in the car to take him to school, Hyunjin walked all the way there, huffing and puffing by the time he barely made it to first period.

After sitting in his history lesson for about 10 minutes, Hyunjin was shaking and annoyed at everyone and everything around him. The temptation to throw his tabel at the back of his best friend's, Minho's, head was growing more and more with every passing second, and that's when Hyunjin knew he needed to get some fresh air.

Thus, lead him to not-so-gracefully climb the fence and practically throw himself onto the other side.

"What even is my life?" He muttered to himself with frustration.

Hyunjin stared down at the ground as he dragged his feet through the mud, not even caring about the pain it'll be the clean them afterwards. He had so much pent up anger and embarrassment that he could barely unclasp his balled fists, much less care about muddy school shoes.

Being preoccupied by the growing rage in his chest, Hyunjin didn't see the tree infront of him. For he smacked right into it and staggered back offendedly, ready to fight whoever had dared interrupt his sulking.

Instead however, he saw a sign nailed to the tree. It seemed to a scrap piece of metal, and written in spray paint in a graffiti like font were the words, "SKATE PARK 4 THE Stray Kids."

Hyunjin cocked his head to the side, glaring at the sign at a different angel, "Skate Park...who the fuck are the st-"

"Hey you! What're you starin' at?" A unfamiliar voice said behind Hyunjin. The private school boy jumped at the sound, turning around so quickly he nearly lost his balance.

Hyunjin stared with wide eyes at the stranger, a boy who was maybe a few years older than himself. The boy (or man?) only looked back just as confused, and Hyunjin saw the exact moment the stranger recognised his uniform.

Well, it was hard not to notice the uniform. It consisted of basic black trousers and a white polo under shirt. His jumper was a cream colour, same as his blazer, with his school logo and random red added on here and there.

At first glance, it was ugly. Second glance? Yup, still ugly.

It was also extremely memorable and hard to miss, especially when Hyunjin was currently in a dark, damp, green and brown forest.

The strangers eyebrows raised, "Shit dude?! Aren't you from that private school on the other side of town? The hell are you doing in these parts?" The boy paused a bit, before his eyebrows shot up again, "Oh my god are you okay? Are you lost? Fuck man, how did you even get here?"

Before Hyunjin knew it the boy was walking towards him, patting his shoulder comfortingly, "I'm Chan, don't worry- I'll help you get out of here and back to school!"

"Actually," Hyunjin started, still a little startled by the sudden change in the situation, "I'm bunking, climbed the back of the fence."

There was a pause, Chan's face suddenly shifting into a delighted shock. "No way! Man, you really out here being the tough guy, huh?"

Hyunjin was going to answer smugly, until Chan grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him around the tree, "Well since you're ditching, you might as well skate with us for a bit."

"Uh I don't-"

"Come on! It'll be fun, It's not every day we get a prince in these parts." Chan replied joyously, all while walking into was seemed to be a overgrown bush.

"Prince?" Hyunjin asked with a weak chuckle at the compliment. The whole situation was very hard to decipher at this given moment.

Chan shrugged before wiggling his eyebrows teasingly, "That's what we call you rich private kids, the Princes."

Ah, so not a complement. In another occasion, Hyunjin would have expressed his dislike for the nickname, but Chan was currently very confidently walking right towards a huge bush.

Noticing this, the 'prince' pulled back a little, struggling to get out of the other boys intense grasp, "Uh Chan- that's a bush. You're walking into a- you're still heading for a bush!"

The other simply smiled warmly at his panicked outbursts, before pulling Hyunjin infront of him and shoving him forward with no mercy.

Losing balance, Hyunjin completely fell into the bush. But while he was expecting to get slapped in the face by poison ivy or stabbed by a lonely branch, it never came, and instead Hyunjin fell through the surprisingly thin bush and into the space on the other side.

Much like everything else Hyunjin does, he inelegantly smacked face first into the mud.

All was silent, besides the private school boy coughing and sputtering at the disgusting feeling of having his mouth touch the ground.

"Ew, this is fucking disgusting." He said to himself, his face scrunching up at the smell so close to his face.

Still laying on the floor, he brought his hands to either side of his face and pushed up, leaning against his elbows and looked up at his surroundings.

He nearly dropped back into the mud at the sight before him.

Perhaps a dozen, or maybe two dozen, other boys around his age stared back with a range of expressions on their faces, all with outfits Hyunjin could never even imagine being allowed to wear outside.

They were dressed in oversized shirts and hoodies, baggy jeans revealing far too much underwear for some boys and others with beanies and snapbacks securely placed on their heads. Some looked at him in surprise and curiosity, while others gave him resentful and obviously disgusted glares. Overall everyone seemed moderately confused, and to make matters worse, Hyunjin felt his skin heat up in self-consciousness.

It was a moment later when he heard a ruffle of leaves above him, and suddenly Chan stood infront of him. Holding out his arms, as if basking in the absolute discomfort and embarrassment radiating off of Hyunjin, Chan grinned widely before shouting,

"Welcome dear prince, to the Stray Kids skate park!"

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yay! first chapter!
not much plot, mainly
just testing out this
3rd person opinion
comedy writing.
sorry if you didn't
find this amusing,,,
trying my best to be
funny here :'D

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24/04/19
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