The Wasteland Chronicles ii
rating: r (overall)
genre: au, highschool
pairing: amber/krystal, amber/min, key/chanyeol, onew/min, (and others)
length: chaptered
word count: 1363wc
summary: in which youth is wasted on the young, via drugs, sex, alcohol, rebellion, and love, of course.
The Wasteland Chronicles
A story by Yoonis
ii. Onew
Onew was blessed with the face of an angel. And, fuck, did he wear that face well.
The thing was, Onew had been able to convince himself that he was the best friend and person to have graced anyone’s life with his presence. Unfortunately, the only thing he ever managed to convince his friends and family of was that he belonged to himself. Onew was kind of like the sun-to most, he was blinding and inviting, while to his friends, those who stood too close, he was nothing but a ball of fire that could swallow them and everyone else in flames if he wanted to.
Onew strut down the second floor hallway, stacks of flyers resting in his arm while his other hand posted them on lockers, bulletin boards, doors, fire extinguisher cases, and the like. The flyer was for a party that was under the guise of an audition for a play called “He Who Denied It Supplied It,” something Onew saw on a bumper sticker.
Even when Onew was a kid, he knew that people liked to look at him. He imagined that they all saw him in their own versions of what was desirable. He quite liked the idea of a shapeshifter taking the form of everyone’s hidden desire, and he prided himself in thinking that he kind of was one. And in his own way, he made sure to make it clear to as many as people as possible that he belonged to them.
He was pretty sure that the cheerleading squad thought he was the funniest guy alive. All he had to do was show up in his tightest uniform pants and pop his gum and they’d all be fucking laughing their heads off. Strange.
He licked his thumb and picked up a singular flyer from his stack, passing it to the cheerleading captain. “Nine-thirty, yeah? One bottle of alcohol per person to get in.”
“On a school night?” Asked one of the shorter girls in the squad. Subin did this thing when Onew was around-this thing where she made him feel as though she saw him on a level no lower than scum. Onew suspected that she tried hard, but not hard enough, and that even the mere sight of his shadow made her wet.
“There’s a lot of space on my bed if it gets too late, Subin-ah.” Even when Subin insisted that they speak formally, Onew didn’t see the point. Should she have been totally bothered by the entire thing, she would have reported him by now. But, of course, she didn’t.
Subin rolled her eyes, tucking her chin back against her neck while focusing on the flyer in her captain’s hand.
Onew could have stayed there making her more uncomfortable each time, but Amber was somewhere in his periphery, and the way he was being glared at by her unmistakable irritation was too much to pass up.
Onew excused himself from the pack of girls and made his way up the levels of bleachers, long legs easily stepping over the seats where typical legs would have to use the spaces in between that linked the seats, front and back. It had been a couple of days or so since the night Amber claimed she had had it with Onew and his “antics.” Onew thought it was all hilarious, and frankly, some of the best entertainment he’s had in a while that wasn’t on TV.
Onew saw how, at first, Amber was making an effort to stuff the empty packs of her lunch back in her bag. Onew knew Amber to be disorganized-unchanged from when they were kids-- and to own bags that served more purpose as receptacles for her trash than her books. This time, Amber’s haste was clear in Onew’s eyes as he approached her, and he was certain that she wasn’t packing her trash like that due to her excitement for recycling. She still hated him. Onew made a bet with himself that he could change that in five minutes.
He slung an arm around her shoulder that she casually rejected with a shrug.
“I’ve got a party tonight.”
“Good on you.” Amber’s tone and body language said she wasn’t having of it.
“You’re invited.”
“How polite. I think I’ll skip this one.” She took out her headphones and slung them around her neck, and Onew took it as a threat that he had N minutes to speak to her before she stopped listening. Onew suspected that she didn’t even bring her iPod. She usually forgot it.
“Why?”
“I have plans.”
Onew snorted. “Doing what?” He followed her swiftly, one level up the bleachers while she strode on the lower one, shrugging her arms into both straps of her bag.
“Onew, even if I didn’t have any plans-(“Which you do not,” Onew continued over her.)-there is a long list of things that I’d rather do than go to your party.”
“Like?”
“Like shooting an arrow right up my cunt.”
“That’s not even physically possible.”
“I’ll figure it out.”
Onew jumped off the seat of the bleachers and stood between Amber’s way and the stairs proceeding down the exit of the field. “Don’t be this way over a girl. It doesn’t suit you.”
“You’re not seriously turning this around and making me seem like the unreasonable one, are you?”
“I didn’t call you unreasonable. But if you feel that way-“
“Fuck off.” Amber shouldered him right as she forced her way past.
Onew spun around, following her every step. “I’ll see you at eight, then?”
Onew paused and smiled proudly at the backwards flip off that Amber aimed at him, remembering how he taught her how to do that. Maybe he should extend his bet to himself to three hours. Give or take.
--
Onew swooped in between Key and Chanyeol during break. He walked with the couple down the hallway with an arm distributed on either’s shoulders.
“Have you given out all the flyers, boys?”
Key adjusted his hat some when the accessory threatened to slip from his head on account of Onew gracelessly making an entrance between them. “All gone.”
Chanyeol was all smiles, just like Onew always expected him. He reached over behind Onew to help Key with his hat. “Hey, Onew? Why didn’t you just post the party information online? Like, on Facebook? A lot of people are thinking it’s an actual play. One student asked me for the script.”
Onew squeezed Chanyeol’s shoulder. “Chanyeol, it’s all about rebellion and doing everything right under the noses of authority. And getting as close to their nostrils without them actually noticing. It’s quite amusing, you see-how easily manipulated people are here. Sometimes you have to make challenges for yourself. It’s the challenges that help you grow.”
While Chanyeol nodded and listened intently, Key rolled his eyes. “Have you talked to Amber yet?”
“Yeah, about that.” Onew slipped his arms from their shoulders and walked ahead, spinning around to face them both. “I think you should talk to her.”
“You said you’d take care of it.”
“She’s being much more difficult than anticipated.”
“We’ll talk to her.” Chanyeol proposed, with his smiley smile, all smiley and shit. Onew loved this guy.
“What?” Key brushed his fringe to the side, as though his eyes weren’t bulging and contradicting enough from beneath it.
Chanyeol was unfazed. “She listens to you better, babe.”
“Okay, first of all,” Key planted both hands on his hips, “what did I say about calling me ‘babe?’”
Chanyeol replied like a toddler being lectured, “not to do it?”
“That’s right. And what did you do just then?”
“I did it. It felt right.”
Key shook his head. “You get two more strikes.” Then he turned to Onew, “I can’t promise you anything.”
Onew snapped his fingers, already walking backwards, “that’s all I needed to hear, Key.”
“She still might not come.”
Jinki was already jogging down the hall-“I believe in you!”-while he vaguely heard Chanyeol say something similar to, “man, that guy’s awesome,” and Key clearly enumerating the many ways in which Onew was an awesome pain in the ass.
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--so i've been watching a lot of 'skins' lately, and this is the result. this is chaptered, and the other couples will be determined throughout the fic.
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genre: au, highschool
pairing: amber/krystal, amber/min, key/chanyeol, onew/min, (and others)
length: chaptered
word count: 1363wc
summary: in which youth is wasted on the young, via drugs, sex, alcohol, rebellion, and love, of course.
The Wasteland Chronicles
A story by Yoonis
ii. Onew
Onew was blessed with the face of an angel. And, fuck, did he wear that face well.
The thing was, Onew had been able to convince himself that he was the best friend and person to have graced anyone’s life with his presence. Unfortunately, the only thing he ever managed to convince his friends and family of was that he belonged to himself. Onew was kind of like the sun-to most, he was blinding and inviting, while to his friends, those who stood too close, he was nothing but a ball of fire that could swallow them and everyone else in flames if he wanted to.
Onew strut down the second floor hallway, stacks of flyers resting in his arm while his other hand posted them on lockers, bulletin boards, doors, fire extinguisher cases, and the like. The flyer was for a party that was under the guise of an audition for a play called “He Who Denied It Supplied It,” something Onew saw on a bumper sticker.
Even when Onew was a kid, he knew that people liked to look at him. He imagined that they all saw him in their own versions of what was desirable. He quite liked the idea of a shapeshifter taking the form of everyone’s hidden desire, and he prided himself in thinking that he kind of was one. And in his own way, he made sure to make it clear to as many as people as possible that he belonged to them.
He was pretty sure that the cheerleading squad thought he was the funniest guy alive. All he had to do was show up in his tightest uniform pants and pop his gum and they’d all be fucking laughing their heads off. Strange.
He licked his thumb and picked up a singular flyer from his stack, passing it to the cheerleading captain. “Nine-thirty, yeah? One bottle of alcohol per person to get in.”
“On a school night?” Asked one of the shorter girls in the squad. Subin did this thing when Onew was around-this thing where she made him feel as though she saw him on a level no lower than scum. Onew suspected that she tried hard, but not hard enough, and that even the mere sight of his shadow made her wet.
“There’s a lot of space on my bed if it gets too late, Subin-ah.” Even when Subin insisted that they speak formally, Onew didn’t see the point. Should she have been totally bothered by the entire thing, she would have reported him by now. But, of course, she didn’t.
Subin rolled her eyes, tucking her chin back against her neck while focusing on the flyer in her captain’s hand.
Onew could have stayed there making her more uncomfortable each time, but Amber was somewhere in his periphery, and the way he was being glared at by her unmistakable irritation was too much to pass up.
Onew excused himself from the pack of girls and made his way up the levels of bleachers, long legs easily stepping over the seats where typical legs would have to use the spaces in between that linked the seats, front and back. It had been a couple of days or so since the night Amber claimed she had had it with Onew and his “antics.” Onew thought it was all hilarious, and frankly, some of the best entertainment he’s had in a while that wasn’t on TV.
Onew saw how, at first, Amber was making an effort to stuff the empty packs of her lunch back in her bag. Onew knew Amber to be disorganized-unchanged from when they were kids-- and to own bags that served more purpose as receptacles for her trash than her books. This time, Amber’s haste was clear in Onew’s eyes as he approached her, and he was certain that she wasn’t packing her trash like that due to her excitement for recycling. She still hated him. Onew made a bet with himself that he could change that in five minutes.
He slung an arm around her shoulder that she casually rejected with a shrug.
“I’ve got a party tonight.”
“Good on you.” Amber’s tone and body language said she wasn’t having of it.
“You’re invited.”
“How polite. I think I’ll skip this one.” She took out her headphones and slung them around her neck, and Onew took it as a threat that he had N minutes to speak to her before she stopped listening. Onew suspected that she didn’t even bring her iPod. She usually forgot it.
“Why?”
“I have plans.”
Onew snorted. “Doing what?” He followed her swiftly, one level up the bleachers while she strode on the lower one, shrugging her arms into both straps of her bag.
“Onew, even if I didn’t have any plans-(“Which you do not,” Onew continued over her.)-there is a long list of things that I’d rather do than go to your party.”
“Like?”
“Like shooting an arrow right up my cunt.”
“That’s not even physically possible.”
“I’ll figure it out.”
Onew jumped off the seat of the bleachers and stood between Amber’s way and the stairs proceeding down the exit of the field. “Don’t be this way over a girl. It doesn’t suit you.”
“You’re not seriously turning this around and making me seem like the unreasonable one, are you?”
“I didn’t call you unreasonable. But if you feel that way-“
“Fuck off.” Amber shouldered him right as she forced her way past.
Onew spun around, following her every step. “I’ll see you at eight, then?”
Onew paused and smiled proudly at the backwards flip off that Amber aimed at him, remembering how he taught her how to do that. Maybe he should extend his bet to himself to three hours. Give or take.
--
Onew swooped in between Key and Chanyeol during break. He walked with the couple down the hallway with an arm distributed on either’s shoulders.
“Have you given out all the flyers, boys?”
Key adjusted his hat some when the accessory threatened to slip from his head on account of Onew gracelessly making an entrance between them. “All gone.”
Chanyeol was all smiles, just like Onew always expected him. He reached over behind Onew to help Key with his hat. “Hey, Onew? Why didn’t you just post the party information online? Like, on Facebook? A lot of people are thinking it’s an actual play. One student asked me for the script.”
Onew squeezed Chanyeol’s shoulder. “Chanyeol, it’s all about rebellion and doing everything right under the noses of authority. And getting as close to their nostrils without them actually noticing. It’s quite amusing, you see-how easily manipulated people are here. Sometimes you have to make challenges for yourself. It’s the challenges that help you grow.”
While Chanyeol nodded and listened intently, Key rolled his eyes. “Have you talked to Amber yet?”
“Yeah, about that.” Onew slipped his arms from their shoulders and walked ahead, spinning around to face them both. “I think you should talk to her.”
“You said you’d take care of it.”
“She’s being much more difficult than anticipated.”
“We’ll talk to her.” Chanyeol proposed, with his smiley smile, all smiley and shit. Onew loved this guy.
“What?” Key brushed his fringe to the side, as though his eyes weren’t bulging and contradicting enough from beneath it.
Chanyeol was unfazed. “She listens to you better, babe.”
“Okay, first of all,” Key planted both hands on his hips, “what did I say about calling me ‘babe?’”
Chanyeol replied like a toddler being lectured, “not to do it?”
“That’s right. And what did you do just then?”
“I did it. It felt right.”
Key shook his head. “You get two more strikes.” Then he turned to Onew, “I can’t promise you anything.”
Onew snapped his fingers, already walking backwards, “that’s all I needed to hear, Key.”
“She still might not come.”
Jinki was already jogging down the hall-“I believe in you!”-while he vaguely heard Chanyeol say something similar to, “man, that guy’s awesome,” and Key clearly enumerating the many ways in which Onew was an awesome pain in the ass.
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--so i've been watching a lot of 'skins' lately, and this is the result. this is chaptered, and the other couples will be determined throughout the fic.
i will be TAGGING THIS FIC so check the TAGS if you're interested in UPDATES. you also have to the option to TRACK THE TAG, so you're notified in you INBOX every time i post a new chapter to this story. :)