Shik Taeyung

Damn, Taeyung knew he shouldn’t have let the guys talk him into offering that cheerleader a drink. Next Monday following the party and it came to bite him in the ass.

In two days, a rumour about his kissing skills - or lack of, in this situation - had spread around the entire damn school. Fucking hell, Taeyung didn’t normally care about stupid rumours, but this one had gotten him right at his pride. CraveU user, the forever nonchalant, just told him to get over it. Easier said than done though; Friday came and it was still messing with his head. Well, enough was enough; he was gonna figure it out.

“CraveU user, dude.” Teayung’s eyes automatically shifted to a puppy-pleading stare. “You’re the only one I can ask that to, please!” He begged for the thousand time this week.

Taeyung slapped his book closed, abandoning the homework they were doing on his bed for much more important matters. “What if I actually suck? Maybe they all thought that I was the fucking worst at making out, but she was the only one who spoke up.”

He paused, arms crossed over his chest as he shook his head vigorously, “No way.” He muttered affirmatively before looking back up at CraveU user. “C’mon bro you’re my best friend! You have to help me out.” He snapped two hands together as if CraveU user was a god he prayed to, as if maybe, this time the answer would be different, “I need to kiss you and get an honest feedback! No homo!”