WIP: Munch

“Humiliating.”

Haechan’s fed up, storming away from the campus parking lot with Jaemin in tow. He huffs, balling up his fists as the smell of rotted milk fills his senses. “I’m getting sick of this man!”

The sound of boisterous laughter continues to play in his head as he nearly stumbles over himself. Throwing his fists up out of anger, he lets out a shout that could resemble one of a baby bear practicing its first growl.

“She’s the worst!! Fucking bitch!”

“We have to do something about her.” Jaemin grumbles, inspecting his shattered lenses through blurred vision. “Fuck, I just got these.”

Dropping his backpack, he fetches a roll of tape from the bottom. One of the many items he’s begun to carry around thanks to you.

“How the hell are we getting bullied everyday by some girl!” Haechan says frustratedly. Pacing back and forth. “Look at us man!” Motioning at his ruined shirt drenched with molded milk and his friends now taped together glasses, he jumps around angrily.

“Listen, maybe it’s time.” Jaemin says, raising his eyebrows as he continues to exit the school’s grounds. Grimacing as the scent of rot reaches his nose. “We’ve been too nice considering everything, don’t you think?”

Haechan sighs beside him, shaking off the leftover lunch drying against his thighs. His stomach taunting him with a rumble to remind him that he could have enjoyed his meal if he wasn’t such a pussy. “What are we supposed to do? That spoiled brat gets away with everyth—“

“Help! Someone help me!” A girlish squeal echoes up ahead from the empty park they pass everyday on the way to their prospective dorms, struggling breaths and incessant whines following.

“Did you hear that?” Jaemin jogs ahead toward the park entrance, his jaw dropping upon taking a look around. “No fucking way.”

“What is it?” Haechan asks, catching up to his friend with a hand on his shoulder to steady himself and catch his breath. “Oh my God.. is that..”

Jaemin smirks, toying with his glasses you stomped on just a bit ago. “Only one bimbo I can think of that could get stuck in a hole like that.”

Haechan chuckles for a moment, patting his chest to calm his wheezing. Glancing around the empty park, he really tries to figure out how the hell you got yourself stuck in the climbing wall of the jungle gym. You may be stupid, but can you really be that stupid?

“Wait,” Haechan says suddenly in a frazzled tone, clutching onto Jaemin’s arm. “Where did you leave the onahole?”

Jaemin pushes at the duct tape he used to hold his glasses together. Sliding them higher up the bridge of his nose with a pensive look. “Professor Suh..”

“What?!”

“I—he walked in! When I was about to uhm,” scratching at the back of his neck. He rubs at his chin with his other hand. Recalling how fast he had to zip up his pants before their professor caught him, even as he tried to move around quickly, Mr. Suh still stared at him as if he’d grown out a second head. “I had to shove it inside of this shelf behind my desk! I didn’t want him to find out! And then he started talking about some physics article I should read! And—and I couldn’t grab it!—“

“WHAT?!” Haechan pulls at tufts of his greasy hair, tugging chunks in different directions. Losing his breath as he reaches for his inhaler with shaking panicked hands. “If he finds it—we’re fucking done for!”

“There’s no way he could have..” dragging his gaze to where you continue to kick back your legs and cry for help, he claps his hands. “She’s stuck! Because I left her hidden and bent over like that!”

“Or..” walking closer, Haechan makes his way over to stand behind you. Grinning and licking across his braces. “She’s just freaking stupid enough to land herself in this position all on her own.” Scoffing under his breath, he crouches down. Getting a close up look at your white cotton panties perched nicely against your cunt. “Let’s not give this moron too much credit.”

“Hello?! I need help! I dropped my phone and—“

“Shut up!” Jaemin yells, cutting you off. Glaring at your lower half as you continue to shimmy and struggle. “God this bitch is annoying.”

Haechan walks around the wall, finding your phone on the ground. Taking a big breath in of his inhaler, he shakes his head. “What a dumby.”

Arching your neck back, you light up at the sight of a familiar face. Reaching your hands for him. “Nerd!”

Shoving his inhaler back inside of his pocket, he scoops up your phone, flicking through the photos that led to your demise. He scoffs, breaking into an evil laugh as the photos transition from cute selfies to higher up angles showing you sat in the hole you’ve landed yourself in. Tumbling over as you reached inside for a better angle and the last snapshots of your face hanging from above were captured. “You really are only looks.”

Jaemin peers around the park again, picking up your purse to dump out its contents and look through your things. “Check her texts, someone might be looking for her.” He says, unwrapping a piece of gum to chuck inside of his mouth. “Mm, watermelon.”

“You were supposed to have a one on one with professor after class.” Haechan mutters, rolling his eyes. Scrolling through your texts and reminders, replying to a few from your friends with ‘busy dnd.’. “Look at you, out here taking stupid selfies instead.”

“Typical.” Joining Haechan behind the wall, he crosses his arms and glares at you. “You’re really stuck in there?”

“J-Jaemin?” You voice out half-confidently. The wariness in your tone pissing him off.

“Oh, so he’s Jaemin but I’m nerd?!” Haechan shouts, balling up his fists. “We should leave you here, let the coyotes eat you alive.”

“Do you even know his name?” Jaemin says, sounding equally as annoyed. “You only pick on him every chance you get, don’t even have the decency to remember who we are.”

“You’re—Haechan!” You stammer. Dropping your chest out of exhaustion from trying to keep your upper half held up. “Jaemin and Haechan, please! I really can’t get out of here!”

“That’s unfortunate.” Haechan scoffs, pocketing your phone. “I can’t wear this clothes again thanks to you and your stupid friends.”

“And I can’t get my glasses fixed before tomorrow.” Jaemin squats down, bundling your hair in his fist. “But we’re supposed to help you?”

The two of them meet eyes, sneering at each other. “Guys, please, come on.” You whimper. Squeezing your eyes shut at the pain delivered from Jaemin’s hand pulling on your hair. “That stuff at school, it’s not serious. I’m just joking around!”

“This is a joke to you?!” Haechan grabs the back of your neck, forcing you to look at the stains on his pants. “Replacing my boxers during gym class with a g-string is a joke to you?! Spraying my crotch with a water gun is a joke to you?! Blackmailing me into completing your assignments is a joke to you?!”

“Dude dude,” Jaemin whispers, shoving his friend back. “Calm down. We’re the ones with the advantage for once. Let’s think about this.” Snapping his fingers, he pulls on your hair again. Lifting your head to look at him. “Hmm..”

“I’m sorry, okay?! I’m really sorry!”

Rolling their eyes in unison, they both let out displeased sounds. Haechan pacing around behind his friend as they try to come up with a quick plan. “She blackmails us all of the fucking time..”

“More like everyone.” Jaemin corrects him. Thinking about the amount of times you’ve nearly brought professor Suh to tears during lecture. “You’re really awful, you know that?”

“I’m seriously so sorry!” You obviously lie. Reaching out to grab onto his shoulders to lessen the strain on your neck and waist. “Jaemin, please listen to me! I’ll do anything!”

Haechan’s movements come to a halt, twisting to look at you. He slowly sinks back down into a squatted position, tilting his head to one side with a small smirk. “Is this the point in the plot when the villain reaches new levels of desperation because they’ve finally met their demise?”

“Depends,” Jaemin hums, flicking your chin. “Anything?”

Dread flashes across your exhausted eyes, dropping them shut with a slight nod. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

Retrieving your phone from his pocket, Haechan taps the camera open. Directing the lense in front of your face. “Go ahead and repeat that for me one more time.”