"No, Hyunjin." Seungmin snatched Hyunjin's drink and gave it to Changbin. "We're not gonna drink and made stupid decisions."

"Come on," he whined. "It's different than the stalker or pedophiles stories you've often told me."

Seeing the couple acting like an underage married couple they were, Jisung stood between them, literally stopping their little couple fight because he's the man.

"Come on, guys. This is a sacred celebration party, so we must push our arrogance away and accept our fate as Jeongin's believer because once you Jeongin, you can't Jeongout."

"Alright, understandable. Have a nice day," said the whole fandom.

The whole base camp was filled with the Foxers which is basically the official nickname for Fox Army's member (which also stands for Fox Boxers, though some people simply referred them as Jeongin's believer). To Jisung's surprise, the rusty building was able to fit so many people without making them feel cramped. Perhaps Chan had expanded the building's territory with whatever's land lord he had to deal with.

Last time Fox Army had their gathering, Jisung was absent because he was visiting Minho at the hospital and holy cows, he surely had missed several other recruitment ceremonies during all those times since he had somewhat lost contact with Fox Army's manager. He was certain that Seungmin had changed his phone number for whatever's reason.

Little did he know that the whole NCT unit was part of the Foxers. It was a bewildering fact since NCT was known as the most popular friend group in the school. They even had a fan base. Of course, people seemed to be intimidated to interact with NCT just by seeing their numbers. There were so many of them, they could form a nation.

Jisung gasped. "Holy shit, the nipples are one of us now..."

"NCT in the house, bitches!" announced the self-proclaimed leader, Lee Taeyong himself as they entered the building in all black. Jisung gotta admit, they surely killed the entrance. That shit was epic.

A hand flung its way to Jisung's shoulder. He let out a stupid sound from his mouth as he felt his heart's about to jump out from his chest. He sniffed at the person who seemed to not know the idea of personal space. And boy... that hand smelled like pork belly.

"Whaddup, mothertrucker!" A familiar voice startled the blonde. That pork belly hand surely belongs to Park Jisung. "Guess who's just got out from prison?"

"Yo, copycat!" He fist bumped the younger, resulting his fist to have pork belly's scent. "Let's have a duel. Whoever wins shall slap the loser's balls," he rashly declared.

Jisung didn't even have the time to fight the other Jisung as per usual due to Minho's strong grip. He's basically dragging his Jisung away from the other Jisung with ulterior motive.

Unlike Minho, Jisung wasn't plainly oblivious. He could already feel the jealousy aura sparking over Minho's body. It made him happy for a reason.

Minho crossed his hand, a bemused frown was all that he shown. "Sung-ie, I don't think getting your balls slapped is the wisest choice at this point."

"Are you saying that I'll lose to that wimp?" Jisung pointed toward Park Jisung who seemed to be busy chucking another batch of pork belly into his mouth. "Don't say that you're jealous because I'd either get my balls slapped or slapping other people's balls instead of yours?" He scanned through his boyfriend's expression, totally not surprised with his reaction.

Minho's face was bright red, way redder than Tomato Kim's hair.

Minho frighteningly opposed the idea. "No, I'm not sexually aroused with the thought of slapping balls. That's offensive to the balls."

"Hey dickheads, come join us on playing spin the bottle!" Changbin's yelling had pretty much caught their attention. He was most definitely drunk, judging from the way he was rubbing a potato to Felix's groin.

"Didn't Christopherina-chan told us not to?" Jisung was kind of hesitant.

"Fuck that Crispy dude and his conventional philosophy! It's not a party unless we've made stupid decisions on our own." Changbin harshly pulled their hands, telling them to sit with the rest of Straight Kids while the party was being controlled by NCT.

Surprisingly Chan decided to join the game. He couldn't resist the temptation. However, he told Walmart to join them too, in case somebody get slapped on the balls.

Felix was delegated to lead the game. "So here are the rules." He put an empty bottle in the middle. "There are two sides of the bottle; the bottom and the top. I'll spin this bottle when the game begins. The person who's sitting in line with the top of the bottle will have to answer whatever question that was asked by the person who's facing the bottom side of the bottle. Simple as that. There are no boundaries within the question, but you must be honest or else you'll have to take a shot."

"So is this game basically the child of spin the bottle and truth or dare?" Minho made sure he made things clear.

"It's not exactly truth or dare. I'd like to call it 'spin the bottle then interrogate your fellas in front of you' or STBTIYFIFOY in short."

Chan interrupted, "But some people here are underage."

"Age is just a number, Crispy." Felix put extra salt on his last sentence.

"Wow, you're starting to sound like Changbin."

"Well, you are what you eat."

Then everyone went silent. Felix took their silence as his cue to begin the game.

He spun the bottle. Walmart was busy preparing the drinks without the need to move her butt, which caused her to not realize the bottle top that was facing her. The person who would be asking her was no other than Chan.

"Listen up, Walmie." Chan had already think of a good question. "You're new to us here, so can you tell us three facts about yourself?"

Walmart deeply sighed. It was basically an interrogation. "I'm a lesbian, I fucking hate Britney, and I once wanted to raise a pet but quickly discarded that idea because I can't even raise myself. Fuck my life."

"Mood—I mean next!" Felix told Walmart to spin the bottle as she should and it landed on himself. He looked straight forward which he found difficult these days just to be met with Seungmin's sneaky glance.

"Are you guys a thing?" Seungmin wiggled his eyes to Felix, then to Changbin.

Felix rolled his eyes. "Of course we are. To be honest, I was expecting a more exciting question." He spun the bottle with the biggest pout on his face.

It landed on Minho.

"Oho, let's get physical," said the person who's in charge of questioning a very absentminded Minho. That person was the one and only drunk Changbin, who's also known as SporeB when he's drunk (SporeB is Changbin's alter ego).

Minho was completely frozen. It's Minho's first party, yet he was already feeling exhausted by the reeking smell of alcohol. He had a mild PTSD attack which he tried to cover, all thanks to Tomato Kim.

"Which part of Jisung's body do you like the most? By the way, internal organs are not acceptable." SporeB simpered, looking pleased with himself. He was expecting vulgar answers such as the Sonic screwdriver, the two amigos, patootie, etcetera.

Minho's eyes roamed around Jisung's body, but it stopped on his face. Staring blankly on Jisung's face, realizing how red the younger had became. He rapidly blinked, then apologized for his action.

Eyes twinkling, he answered, "I like his eyes." Much to SporeB's disappointment as he banged his head on the nearest pillow. Hence he continued, "Something about his eyes makes me feel safe."

Pointing at his own eyes, the blonde was beyond confused. "My eyes? Are you sure?" Even the owner of Minho's favorite eyes was more clueless than Minho himself.

"Yes," he confirmed. "The color is so-so, but something about your eyes is just alluring. They make me feel at ease just by a glance, also your eyes remind me of someone, but somehow I can't really pinpoint that someone. They feel familiar, I just know it."

"O-okay," Jisung responded, stuttering. He was more than curious to find out that someone since Minho himself seemed to have forgotten that person's name. Jisung knew he wouldn't lie. He's Lee Minho, he never lies.

The game continued as it's supposed to. Minho spun the bottle, then it stopped. The next person to be asked was Jeongin and Hyunjin would be the one to question him.

"Innie, I've been wondering. No, we've been wondering..." Hyunjin was hesitant for a moment before proceeding his previous question. "... what is your sexual orientation?"

Without sparing a mere second, Jeongin hurriedly drank the liquor in front of him. To be honest, he had tried his best to avoid drinking for his own sake. However at this point, he had to. Everyone was low-key disappointed, but moreover, they're concerned about the younger. He kept hiding himself, though he's the one getting exposed physically.

It's like he's putting on a façade that's been covering true self behind an innocent cute boy image. Jeongin was that person who made them feel close, yet so distant at certain circumstances like this one.

Maybe one day. One day he would break free from his nest. One day... Jisung made a promise to himself.

"Next." Jeongin spun the bottle, expressionless. Mayhap he's a heavyweight.

The bottle landed on Woojin, with Jisung on the opposite direction. Looking serious, Jisung felt the need to end his raging curiosity here and now.

Hence he asked, "Hyung, you're a part of Straight Kids. However, for us it feels like you've been distancing yourself for a while. Even I am surprised that you're actually joining today's party..." Jisung stopped for a second to lighten the atmosphere, then continued. "Why?"

Jisung's question sounded rather ambiguous from the lack of sentence. Woojin, though, understood his intention to the hilt.

Woojin plastered a forced smile. "Because today is my last day with you guys."

"You're dying?!" Felix slammed Changbin's thighs due to being shocked.

"No! Not like that," the older denied. He fixated on making the answer sounds better. "I am moving out next week. I'm moving far from here and I don't want you to see me anymore."

"What? Why?" Jisung was beyond puzzled. "You're in your final year. Why don't you wait until graduation?"

"I intended to. However, things change and I must change too." Tears started falling from Woojin's eyes. He stood up, wiping his tears from his face. "I'm sorry, I need some space." Then left them frozen in confusion.

When Woojin was out of sight, Chan started mumbling on his own. "Sorry, Woojin. I'm gonna tell them."

"Tell us what?" Minho's eyes widened. He's still having a hard time comprehending with the situation.

"A story about Woojin. But promise me that you guys will tell me a story about you guys in return." He clenched his fist, voice muffled. "I'm sick of secret."

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Happy pride month 🌈🌈