Title: Cabi (1/?)
Author: himawarixxsandz
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Eventual!Orig3
Summary: Learn to swim before going into the deep end.
A/N: So you know how I used my spring break to post little parts that formed one big APIAPT? I think I'm going to do the same for the rest of my summer break, only I don't know if I'll finish all of this by the end of summer. I just know that it's a lot harder to get into the mood of WFLT when I'm not wearing a uniform, and studying my liver out, and hating on my teachers, and seeing my friends every day, and suffering from bad hair days actually I still suffer from them but in the summer there's no one to care so yeah. But of course, of course, I'm in the mood for writing about half-naked boys. Although I'm always in the mood for that regardless of the season but you get my point amirite. Just to explain, these'll be short, but they'll form a story, and there's going to be three of them. Cabi, Hottest, and Crazy, which I lazily took from the song, LOL. Cabi will be DooSeob's, Hottest will be KiWoon's, and Crazy will be JunSeung's. HEY. THE NAMES FIT, OMG ROFL.
Episode 1 //
Episode 2 He sighs into his pillow when he feels hands wrap around his ankles, attempting to tug him out of bed and onto the floor. On any other day, he’d get out of bed on his own despite the ridiculous wake-up times they’re given. On any other day, he might even ignore the pounding in his head-might even laugh as he’s pulled out of bed, falling to the floor and bringing with him the sheets wrapped around his naked body.
Any other day-maybe.
Just not today.
“Get up,” Junhyung says, exasperated and giving one final pull that sends Yoseob sprawled on the floor, sheets muddled around him. “We’re going to be late.”
Yoseob pulls the blankets away from his face and looks up with his cheeks filled with air. “My head hurts,” he pouts, and reaches a hand upward.
Junhyung raises his eyebrows. “Yeah?” He takes Yoseob’s hand, and makes to pull him up. “Well that’s what happens when you play drinking games with Hyunseung.” He makes to pull the younger man up, but Yoseob yanks Junhyung down with him-down on top of him-and flattens his body on Junhyung.
“Kikwangie joined, too,” Yoseob shrugs.
“I know,” Junhyung says, and tries to shove Yoseob off. “That’s why I ended up carrying you and piggy-backing him back to the tower.”
Yoseob shrugs again. “The fence isn’t that high.”
Junhyung hits him with a pillow.
Yoseob hates the summer applicants.
He doesn’t mind the spring applicants, the fall applicants, not even the winter applicants that he has to introduce and teach in the indoors pools because clearly learning how to save others lives doesn’t mean anyone wants their own to freeze away. He doesn’t mind newcomers, doesn’t have anything against them-he just hates the summer applicants.
In every batch, at least half are weeded out-either because they don’t have the stamina, because they decide this isn’t for them, because they want to join another scholarship group, because they just don’t like the feel of things, because they have to transfer. In every batch, at least half of the applicants are weeded out, but in the summer group, it’s at least three-quarters.
At least.
The first thing Yoseob does when he sees Hyunseung in the locker rooms is slap the older man’s back hard enough to leave a splotch of pink on pale skin-skin that, no matter how much Hyunseung is beneath the sun, never seems to darken. Hyunseung whirls around and hits Yoseob back on the head. “The fuck,” he says, as Kikwang’s comes skidding to a halt in his trunks, sleeveless uniform t-shirt hanging over his shoulder.
“Because of you,” Yoseob says, “I had a bottle of aspirin for breakfast.”
“And I think your boyfriend permanently made me a hunchback,” Junhyung adds as he walks into the locker section, hair still wet from warming up in the showers.
Hyunseung grins sheepishly, “Sorry,” he says, not looking apologetic at all as he tugs Kikwang forward by the waistband.
The summer applicants always have the worst reasons.
They have the worst reasons for applying, and the worst reasons for quitting.
The ones who apply for the summer course are the ones who don’t need scholarship assistance-who can pay their way easily through this university-the ones who are rich enough to maybe even buy themselves a diploma, buy themselves a career, but decide that they want to join anyway. They’re the ones who see shirtless boys and half-naked girls on the pamphlets and think that that’s everything this is-the ones that think that’s all this is.
Those are the ones Yoseob hates the most.
When they get out to the grounds, the poolside, the staff has already taped off the parts of the resort’s water park that are going to be used for the next few months as training grounds. On all sides of the pools reserved for practice, families on vacation, couples on honeymoons, groups of high school students on summer break-people staying at the other four towers surround them on all sides, a few watching, a few glancing by, but most simply disregarding.
The trainees are already lined up into rows upon rows, standing straight and at the ready for instruction.
“If they know I hate the summer ones so much,” Yoseob says as they walk out towards the trainees and Junhyung hands him his whistle, “I don’t fucking get why they can’t assign M onto them. It’s not fair that they always get the winter session.”
“Joonie-hyung’s in that squad,” Junhyung says. “Do you want to be the one reapplying his sunblock ever thirty minutes so he gets an even tan?”
Yoseob makes a face. “That’s Seungho-hyung’s job, isn’t it?”
Junhyung grins and lightly pats him on the stomach. “Exactly.”