"Well, that went better than expected." Hansol choked out, but he wasn't nearly as stunned as Seungcheol.

"That was, that was, amazing." Wheezing as he spoke, Seungcheol felt a rush of adrenaline thrumming through his veins, sparking his urge to just beat Jihoon in every way. The urge to just dominate the other was overbearing, however it was not one to fight -though the idea of wrestling and pinning the other down was appealing- but it definitely was not an urge to hurt the other either.

Yet it was so similar to how he felt when someone challenged him for a fight, the urge to overpower and have the other at his complete mercy, only this time he'd much rather be doing it on a bed, or a sofa, a table, even a solid wall so long as it was Jihoon writhing beneath him. He loved how despite his boyfriend's lacking size and rather feminine coloured hair the other was still more than capable of showing Seungcheol who was boss.

Whenever Jihoon challenged him or put him in his place Seungcheol was just left aching for more. It riled him up no end. And he desperately craved to see if their fight for dominance, their little cat and mouse chase would apply to every situation.

"Ew dude!" Hansol yelled while lobbing his balled up hoodie straight at Seungcheol's crotch after recognising the greasy look on the other's face.

"Hansol is right, dude like what the ? Why are you going for a guy first of all, let alone Jihoon, when you could get any girl in the school?" One of the boys sneered as they all walked out of the mess room.

"Need I remind you what happens when people have an issue with my uality, I'm gay dude, get the over it. And before you turn around screaming I'd never give your pasty arse a second glance so don't worry yourself." Seungcheol growled, still sat on the table and twisting his body to face the group.

"Even so, why Jihoon? He's ing pathetic, the way he throws his weight around -I mean he hasn't actually got a lot of it, twig , but like do you remember how fat he used to be?- but anyway it s me off dude. Although if I'm honest I've seen him in physical ed, the kid has got nice legs I'll give him that, nice as well. Guess he'd make a good bottom for a one night stand." Another one piped up with, other members in the cluster sniggering at his words.

Hansol braced for the on coming storm, but he still winced at the sound of the boys nose crunching beneath Seungcheol's fist as he swung it forcefully into the other's face. Blood dripped to the floor, well, gushed. And soon it had soaked a solid majority of the boy's shirt.

"You don't ing talk about him like that." Snarling Seungcheol drove his knee into the other's stomach, grinning in satisfaction when the injured boy's feet actually left the ground from the force of it. As he stared down at the collapsed male on the floor he growled "I want everyone to know this, so you better make it happen you waste of ing space, if anyone tries anything with Jihoon they'll end up like whoever the this is here. And I mean that."

-

"Has sasshoon returned?" Seungkwan squealed as he literally bounded around his best friend in circles. Repeating the question from all angles hoping to elicit a response.

"I already told you Seungkwan, I'm only playing hard to get for a little bit so that people lay off with the nasty rumours!" He exclaimed, going slightly dizzy himself from watching his best friend spin round and round.

"So, sasshoon has returned?" The origin of sasshoon was in their eighth year as best friends but only their second year of highschool, where there was a new kid in class that had tried to pick on him but Jihoon immediately rose to Seungkwan's defence and chewed the crap out of the guy who ended up crying. It became known that Jihoon had sassed the poor boy and eventfully when more incidents like those began happening the nickname was born.

People only mentioned it now when Jihoon made a comment about someone, or when someone said something to Seungkwan which would undoubtedly bring about another rare appearance of the wild sasshoon, Seungkwan had even been dubbed sasskwan as well. He found the matching nicknames adorable but Jihoon wasn't that fond.

"Yes okay! Fine! Sasshoon has bloody returned! Are you happy now! And he's here to stay as well, I have to keep up his little act of playing hard to get with Seungcheol for a few weeks, and it's going to be bloody torture. I'm definitely going to regret pulling that stunt in the art room tomorrow." Jihoon shouted, though his voice morphed into an overly dramatic whine towards the end when his mind flashed back to the glint of something primal and quite frankly terrifying in Seungcheol's eyes when Jihoon slammed his hand down on the table before sauntering off.

"Quite frankly I can't wait, it's going to be absolutely hilarious to watch you squirm because you can't react or return any of his advances for six whole hours of the day for four weeks."

"Oh my god, when you put it like that, like, I'm not going to be able to do it! I'll cave right away!"

"No sasshoon! You must fight the urge to submit to your daddy!" Seungkwan countered with, clutching his chest dramatically with one hand and shaking his fist with the other.

"Quit calling me and him tha-"

"Sasshoon no!" Seungkwan shouted, sounding more like a foghorn at this point than anything remotely human.

"Leave. Leave and never come back, we aren't friends anymore sasskwan, I can't deal with you anymore." Jihoon cried, choking on crocodile tears as Seungkwan turned down the lane leading up to his house. His hands already fishing into his pocket for his headphones.

"Pshh shut up, you love me. Skype me later, I'll miss your ugly mug." Seungkwan yelled from the distance, but no matter how far the distance between them he just knew that Jihoon was smiling, and that was all that mattered.

-

"Eomma, Jihoon and Ma want to know if we're free this weekend, the husbands are out with friends so she wanted to know if we should all go shopping!?" Seungkwan yelled as soon as he had put his foot through the door.

The pounding of rapid footsteps coming down the stairs terrified Seungkwan, his mother never bothered to come downstairs just to greet him after school unless he was in serious trouble.

"Where is he?!" The woman yelled, panting as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Features drawn downwards when it was only her son in the doorway.

"Where is who eomma? It's me, your only child, Seungkwan? Who else would be here?" He said nervously.

"Your boyfriend! I want to meet him, plus then we can all agree on which picture to go in the album." She said, grabbing her son's hands with her own and waving them about excitedly.

"Eomma! No, please, if you're going to do that then I won't let you meet him." Seungkwan commanded, looking at his mother sternly who seemed to deflate almost instantly.

"Kwannie baby no! I want to meet your boyfriend, you two looked so adorable in the pictures Jihoon's mother took, he looked so handsome!" Following her son when he walked right past her and began going upstairs. Phone in hand probably texting the unknown male that she was yet to meet and fawn over.

"And it'll stay as pictures unless you promise not to embarrass me!"

Seungkwan ignored his mother's pleas and shut his bedroom door behind him, shrugging off his blazer he let it fall to the floor, undoing his tie, popping the buttons on his shirt until it fluttered open. Slipping his trousers off he walked to the wardrobe clad only in boxers and fished out a pale blue sweater. He didn't bother with sweatpants yet as it wasn't that cold and he knew that for the remainder of the evening the only people that would see him were his mother and Jihoon through a screen. Both of which had already seen his in less than underwear.

Boredom did eventually claim him however, but with all the running and skating they did yesterday for the first time in a long time both his and Jihoon's leg muscles were aching, hell even their asses hurt. Years and years of skating had probably made the them some of the strongest guys in year in regards to leg strength, core as well although they had undeniable noodle arms. They did greatly enjoy the looks on some of the football players faces when they beat them in track, however they didn't stand a chance when it came to javelin or shot put. But the combination of skating and running yesterday was a bit of a push.

With great bitterness they had decided to take the day off and not skate that night, even though their skates were still somewhat damp from yesterday so overall it was probably for the best. But that didn't mean that Seungkwan didn't wander down the stairs when his mother called him for dinner and whine about how bored he was.

A response of his mother telling him to quit whining was something that he expected, maybe even a smack round the head or something to be thrown at him. What he hadn't expected was for his mother to drop everything she was holding, the knife clattering to the floor as she flew across the room. Her hands cupped his face and tilted it backwards, completely ignoring his fussing hands and questions and studied his neck thoroughly.

That was when he remembered how eager Hansol had been, the feel of wet lips sliding over his neck again and again teeth following shortly after. How it had left him shuddering, the brand new sensation becoming one he was quickly and instantly addicted to.

However from the look on his mother's face getting given hickies by a guy that he had been effectively dating for a mere few days was probably not as wonderful as he thought it was.

"Seungkwan."

"Yes eomma?" He replied with shakily.

"Is that -are those multiple hickies I see on your neck Seungkwan."

"Maybe?" Backing away slowly his back met the kitchen wall and he was left with no where else to run. And that was when the screeching began, and he received countless smacks over the head but the underlying message was that his mother was demanding to meet Hansol so she could quote on quote go ham on his with a baseball bat for touching her pure and innocent boy. And so he ran upstairs without dinner and hid while his mother calmed down, and when he returned there was a meal on the table but his mother was no where in sight.

-

Hansol cursed as the water trickled down his skin and dripped onto the phone his hand was poised over. It had been constantly going off in the shower and he'd assumed it was Seungcheol yet again either thanking him for showing him how to record his screen when he finally opened that snapchat from Jihoon, or just him fangirling about said male in general.

But instead he was pleasantly surprised to see that they were from Seungkwan, although the sheer amount of texts the other had sent him caused panic to rise within him instantly. Nineteen -now twenty to be exact- messages cluttered his inbox, and he couldn't help but be torn between laughing and being terrified at the contents.

From Baby Boo:
I literally got one foot in the door and she was demanding to meet you

From Baby Boo:
Like, nice to see you too, I had a wonderful day at school thanks for asking

From Baby Boo:
But nooooo, all she wants to do is meet you

From Baby Boo:
So you can, quote on quote, help her pick which photo of us is the cutest so she can put it in the photo album

From Baby Boo:
You do realise I'm serious, she's already labelled the page 'my boy and his boy'

From Baby Boo:
I swear to god you are never meeting her, I know it'll end with me living in a hole of shame for the rest of my life

From Baby Boo:
Oops

From Baby Boo:
Hansol we may have a problem

From Baby Boo:
Eomma may have seen the hickies

From Baby Boo:
And she was definitely not impressed by them at all

From Baby Boo:
I'm going to blame you tho, like seriously, are you a vampire wtf?!???!!?

From Baby Boo:
Who leaves that many hickies at once, I look like I've been strangled

From Baby Boo:
*Baby Boo has sent an image*

From Baby Boo:
Wait no

From Baby Boo:
It's not that I don't like them

From Baby Boo:
I really do

From Baby Boo:
It's just that like I rather you left them in another place, somewhere less obvious maybe

From Baby Boo:
And maybe didn't do as many

From Baby Boo:
Also

From Baby Boo:
Eomma kind of wants to beat you with a bat rn, just so you know

After saving that picture and setting it as his home screen, ignoring the way that the image alone set his skin aflame, and moved to text the other back.

To Baby Boo:
I'll be walking the dogs tomorrow after school, do you want me to stop by?

The reply was instantaneous.

From Baby Boo:
Yeah!!! I mean I'd like that a lot, she would have calmed down by then

To Baby Boo:
Excited are we?

Hansol couldn't help but smile at the image on his mind of a flustered Seungkwan sat staring at his phone as he struggled to think of a reply, and he started laughing when he got a snapchat of a very flustered Seungkwan just like he'd imagined. Cheeks red as he stuttered out furious denial with a huff and tilt of his chin so that he looked down his nose at the camera, theoretically down his nose at Hansol. But it was still with a smile on his face and quite frankly he couldn't wait until tomorrow.

-

For Jihoon, just like he'd predicted the entirety of the next day was complete and utter torture. Seungcheol had spent the whole of Thursday invading both his every thought, and personal space.

His favourite time to corner Jihoon was in packed corridors where movement came to a standstill because then no one could notice the way Jihoon would melt into Seungcheol's embrace, head lolling back in submission when rough hands palmed along his lower back and a sensually low voice would reverberate up the column of his neck until it danced around in his ears. It only last for mere seconds before Jihoon managed to get control of his body again and rip the wandering hands away and practically run in the opposite direction once the crowd had cleared with a distinct blush and thundering heart.

Though he felt that he got adequate revenge when he went up to Soonyoung -one of the only gay guys in their high school that seemed to have a soft spot from Jihoon- and whined about how cold he was. Originally he was only going to talk to Soonyoung to wind Seungcheol up, prove to Seungcheol how infuriating it was not to be able to show the entire world that they belonged to each other, but what he hadn't planned for was Soonyoung draping his hoodie over Jihoon's shoulders and hugging the smaller boy close to his side.

Jihoon could have handled the hoodie, but the arm draped over his lower back -hand curling around to lay almost flat on his stomach- as Soonyoung's friends did over exaggerated winks and thumbs up caused his brow to twitch in annoyance. Especially when he was dubbed 'Soonyoung's new piece of hot ' he found himself both shaking with anger and shaking the arm off and practically ripping off the hoodie as well, Seungkwan cheering in the background as he left a stunned Soonyoung in his wake.

Soonyoung being friendly was something that he was used to, it was the way his friends leered at him like he was some prize to be one, some caged animal to marvel at, Soonyoung's gaze was similar as well. It was nothing like the look of adoration and captivation that Seungcheol would watch him with, and Jihoon had found himself looking for said males gaze amongst the crowd. Although it was half filled with rage it immediately calmed him, reassured him that it would be nothing more that hungry glances he would receive from those boys.

Later on he found out that during basketball practise, Soonyoung had unfortunately had a rather nasty incident of a ball to the face. Poor kid had almost broken his nose, and the one that had yelled erted things suffered a nasty injury too, apparently he had been body slammed while scoring although the person that accidentally slammed into him insisted that he was oh so sorry.

It was in the last lesson of the day that he had a text from both Seungcheol and Hansol. Seungcheol telling him to come to the old music wing that no body even used now that the department had taken over the abandoned theatre rooms, and Hansol telling him to hurry the hell up because Seungcheol was in a bad enough mood already.

Jihoon had spent the next ten minutes deliberating on whether or not he should go, but the next text from Seungcheol had him sitting up dead straight in his chair, hand already raised and asking if he could be excused due to a migraine. Thankfully he could still remember the combination on the key pad for the doors.

From Seungcheollie:
Kitten don't keep me waiting.

The second Seungcheol saw Jihoon sheepishly peer down the corridor he was once more on his feet, bolting down the deserted length and smothering the smaller male in his embrace. The incident with Soonyoung had caused both his blood to boil and the urge to show everyone exactly who Jihoon belonged to had nearly overpowered him. But still, Jihoon was allowed to talk with whomever he wished, it's just that when certain males had the nerve to touch, to leer, or to catcall his Jihoon something had to be done. Namely a few 'accidents' in basketball with the help of Hansol.

But right now, when he had Jihoon in his arms, where there was no one to look at them, no one to say anything or make any comments there was nothing stopping them. Here they just had each other. Two warm bodies with eager hands and needy kisses, finally alone with each other's hot breath and flushed skin. He had been planning on just talking to Jihoon but now that he had the male within his grasp nothing was in his way.

Nothing but the millimetres of clothing separating them as Seungcheol claimed Jihoon's lips over and over, and with every brief second that they pulled apart from air the only word that would leave his mouth was the word "Mine." that he would growl repeatedly. Hissing it against Jihoon's neck and collarbones in an attempt to claim Jihoon's very being once he had tugged that godforsaken beige jumper off and popped the first few buttons of Jihoon's shirt, he'd made sure to briefly pause with every action and the tumble of his name that poured from Jihoon's mouth was his clear sign of permission.

It was when he felt small hands tugging his own jumper up as he haphazardly pinned Jihoon to the wall that he knew he had to stop. In his haste he hadn't even been able to wrap Jihoon's legs around his waist properly, instead the other's legs were bent at the knees with shins pressed against the top of his thighs somewhat painfully and the other had to crane his neck down just to kiss Seungcheol. But the nails raking down his back showed him that Jihoon didn't mind one bit, as did the way that he was writhing in Seungcheol's hold seemingly desperate to get closer still. It was then that he knew that he had to stop.

"Jihoon baby, please we -mmphbabe- please we can't, c'mon babe." Seungcheol whined, interrupted by kisses from Jihoon and laughter on his end from the pout on Jihoon's face from his words.

"You've been teasing me all day, it's only fair."

"Yeah and I had to sit and watch you get hit on." Seungcheol growled.

"I'm sorry." Jihoon mumbled, unwinding himself from Seungcheol completely and moving to stand on the opposite side of the corridor, but a hand on his wrist held him back.

"Hey, hey woah woah wait I'm not mad, not at you at least. I've already had my piece with Soonyoung, and that ing creep that called you out as well. It's just hard, I don't want to pressure you but it's so hard to just sit by and not be able to kiss you, or touch you, or make sure incidents like this morning never happen again because everyone would know your mine. But I can wait -I will wait until you're happy because that's all that matters I promise you that."

"Two weeks." Jihoon stated, his tone even and his face completely serious aside from how thoroughly wrecked he looked.

"What?" Seungcheol drew Jihoon in closer once more and the two of them slid to the floor together in a pile of limbs.

"I said a month to start with, but I don't think I can last that long, so this whole flirting thing will only be for two weeks, starting two days ago, so like for a week and a half." Jihoon mumbled out shyly, reaching forwards to intertwine his smooth and pale hands with Seungcheol's purpling ones. Seungcheol said nothing, simply beamed in pure and utter bliss before he surged forwards and wrapped his arms around Jihoon's form. Dragging him over till he was pressed front to front with Seungcheol, and then peppered his entire face with flutterings of kisses. And that's where they stayed until the bell rang for the end of school and they went their separate ways.

Little did Jihoon know they would be back together soon enough, and he slipped on his work uniform without a care in the world.

-

"Eomma."

"Yes my darling boy?"

"Put. The. Baby. Photos. Down. Now."

"But you were so cu-"

"Now. He'll be here any minute and I swear if you embarrass me-"

"Was that the door?!" His mother screeched, looking excitedly between her terrified son and front door, and before she could be stopped she had bounded over to the door and ripped it open to reveal her son's boyfriend standing there awkwardly with three dogs beside him. A German Shepard, a Rottweiler, and something that was oddly tiny and fluffy at the same time. "How the hell did you manage to snag him?! Seungkwan he's so attractive, and tall, look at those muscles!"

"Eomma! I said not to embarrass me please!"

"What!? I'm just telling the truth, he is!"

Hansol watched the bickering with wide eyes and a bright red face, almost zoned out until once more Seungkwan's mother was directly in front of his face. Even with him standing on lower ground namely the bottom step of the stairs that led to Seungkwan's house the woman still wasn't eye level, but it didn't change how downright terrifying she managed to look.

"I hear you've been giving my son quite the extravagant hickies young man. You seem to of tainted my poor innocent Kwannie and you've only been dating about two days." She barked, arms folded with eyes blazing.

"Well he gave me them too, if that helps us at all." Hansol mumbled warily, hands moving to pull the neck of his hoodie down to reveal the largest of the three hickies he had received. But apparently it was definitely the wrong decision to make.

"He what?!" The woman all but screamed, looking back at her son in disbelief. "You did what?! And are those bruises on his knuckles Seungkwan?!"

"Uh maybe?"

"Please don't tell me you've snagged the resident hard of the school Kwan -wait no- don't say anything, I already know the answer." She groaned wearily, before turning onto her side, reaching each of her arms out and promptly smacking both of them upside the head. "For you, no more fights. And for you Kwannie nothing further than hickies until we can have the talk, because if he's violent at school he might be violent in bed and you might like that but I want to talk to you about the ins and outs of it all. You see I met a guy in college and he was really into-"

"Nothing! He was into nothing Eomma! Don't you dare finish that sentence, ever, to anybody. We're leaving now!" Seungkwan yelled as he stormed out of the door, slamming into behind him and instantly glaring at Hansol who was currently doubled over with laughter.

The couple found themselves in a very similar position about an hour later, only Seungkwan had fluffy dog curled against his chest, cradled with one hand only, while his other was laced with Hansol's who was clutching the leads to the two much larger dogs. His mouth spread wide, cheeks rounded and causing his eyes to crinkle as he laughed, the deep sound causing warmth to spread within him.

"It's not my fault that I spent a legitimate four years thinking that it was Turdsday and not Thursday in English, you can't blame me my teacher had an accent!" He cried in protest, but apparently saying it yet again only made Hansol laugh more, he was now flat out wheezing and occasionally snorting.

" wait, it's Turdsday today right? Shall we go and test our theory about Jihoon's drive thru guy?!" Hansol burst out with, but before he had even finished speaking Seungkwan had turned them around and was storming off towards Jihoon's workplace, dog still in hand.

-

"Ma'am, I cannot hear you, my apologies but the child is screaming fairly loudly." Jihoon was trying his best to listen but just as he said, the three children in the back screaming for ice cream were giving him a headache.

"Three kids meals! One with nuggets, two with burgers! Three tubtubs, the smarty ones!" The woman yelled, when there was a brief lull, however the screaming immediately rose to a new level when it was confirmed that they were actually getting ice cream.

"That'll be £15.95 ma'am, if you come round to the first window you can pay by cash or card, then you can move to the second to collect your food." Jihoon droned in a completely monotone voice, he was definitely glad for his shift to be over, Thursday was his longest one of the week. Monday's and Tuesday's were nice, they went from five until eight, giving him time to skate before and shower afterwards, the weekends were all day shifts the typical nine till five but he got every other weekend off thankfully. However Thursday ran from straight after school -he had less than half an our to go home and get changed before his shift started- until about nine at night.

There was one thing that Jihoon looked forward to on a Thursday and that was the biker guy, he had no name, always refused to give Jihoon one but he'd always come towards the end of his shift and he would spend about ten minutes talking to Jihoon through the speakers. He'd always only buy an ice cream, or cookie, and anything else on the menu that Jihoon fancied as well as his own order, and then when Jihoon went out to the front as he was leaving it would always be waiting for him with a note.

But this time he didn't look forward to it. Jihoon and the biker guy were on more than friendly terms, they constantly flirted back and forth and had been for about two months but now Jihoon had Seungcheol and he was left in an awkward position. He didn't want to assume this guy was seriously interested and tell him to lay off when in reality it was just harmless flirting, therefore embarrassing himself and making him seem vain and self obsessed. Yet Jihoon didn't think it was right to let this random guy continue.

"Hey cutie." The deep voice drawled, though it more or less only crackled into Jihoon's ear through the crappy microphone.

"Hey there mystery man." Jihoon answered with hesitantly, his mind still fuzzy.

"What do you feel like eating tonight? You've got those new double brownies do you want one of them?" The biker asked, taking off his helmet briefly and ruffling his dark hair.

"Yeah sure, are you going to come round to the window or are you going to be irritating as usual and sit there for another ten minutes?"

"You bet I am, so how's your week been, anything new?"

"I got a boyfriend." Jihoon rushed out but his words remained clear.

"Oh really?" He drawled, an amused smirk on his face but it's not like Jihoon could see it. "Any reason why I can practically hear your nervousness in telling me this?"

"It's just the Cheol is a little bit over protective of me." Jihoon mumbled, face flaming with the whole awkwardness of the situation.

"He's not controlling you is he Jihoon? You know you can do and talk to whoever you want, don't let him bully you."

"No no! It's not like that, I've never felt safer and more cared for than with him. Trust me I really really like him, he's amazing."

"Good, I'm glad. But are you really implying that we can't be friends anymore?"

"Like I'm going to tell him that we talk because we flirt sometimes but that has to end now anyway, like I hope you don't mind but if I keep this from him he'll think I have something to hide and we don't, there's nothing between us aside from flirting. Like I don't even know your name or who you are! What I have with him is a real and I don't want to jeopardise that for someone I sort of flirt with once a week, no offence." Jihoon bit out getting more and more frustrated with the other's condescending tone.

"Fair enough. I think I'll take my usual and two brownies please."

"Fine. That'll be £6.50 please sir."

Jihoon didn't even bother to smile at the other when he came round, instead only held his palm out waiting for the money which was forcefully shoved into his palm. He didn't say anything more to the guy, not even a thank you or the scripted have a nice day they were forced to say to every customer.

Feeling confused, Jihoon knew that he wasn't really in the wrong he just might of worded it badly. However he still slumped down in the employee room in defeat afterwards and stood once more to sluggishly shrug off his uniform and grab his clothes from the locker before he flopped back down onto the sofa once more.

Seungcheol greeted the store manager with the usual one handed wave as he took off his helmet, unable to fight off the grin overtaking his face. The manager hooked a thumb in the of the employee room and his brows raised when Seungcheol asked if he could go through. It was the first time that Jihoon would see who he really was and he couldn't wait to see the look on the other's face.

Jihoon opened his mouth to greet Kimmy whose shift he knew ended as his did, but the words died in his throat.

Standing there in all his glory was his boyfriend, body clad in leathers with a thick checkered shirt peeking out from underneath his jacket. The dark material stretching over deliciously defined muscles that covered every inch and Jihoon craved to run his hands over the other's body to feel the solidity beneath his palms. However when he saw the bag of food in once hand, the wrapper for the double brownies peeking out of the top and a helmet that he had spent the last two months talking too rage instantly filled him.

"You ! Don't you dare smile at me like that, you can take that damn brownie and off thank you very much!" Jihoon yelled, striding across the room to shove the other male out of the door. But the bag of food and helmet clattered to the floor just before he could and his wrists were caught and pulled, causing him to tumble into Seungcheol's chest.

"Don't be mad Jihoonie! I was always too shy to tell you it was me!" Seungcheol countered with, still trying to keep his struggling boyfriend still and pressed against his chest.

"Do you have any idea how scared I was! I though that I was like cheating on you or something, I was so freaked out that you'd find out and break up with me or get angry! I ended up being such an to the biker guy because I didn't know it was you!" Jihoon shouted, smacking Seungcheol anywhere he could. His voice shaking and his mouth was dry, skin crawling and his hands itched to run through thick, dark hair. He still couldn't get over how sinfully good Seungcheol looked and Jihoon quite frankly really wanted to pick up where they left of at in the music corridor. Not that he'd tell Seungcheol that, wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Kind of hard to believe that you're mad at me when you look at me like that Jihoon." Seungcheol purred, drawing Jihoon in once more however the other male was backing up and waving his hands furiously.

"No no no no no, I'm mad at you, n-no kissing!" Jihoon stuttered, though his protests were futile as he allowed himself to be pinned to the wall yet again. Arms either side of his head and hips flush against his own. "No, n-no kiss-innggmmph!" Jihoon's protests were cut short when lips found his own. But it was sweet, and gentle, hands cradled his face in the most delicate way yet he was completely breathless. And he allowed himself to be manhandled onto the sofa, his back to Seungcheol's chest and thighs bracketing his own and for a brownie to be pressed into his hand that he ate with a huge smile on his face.

It was about half and hour later when the two of them walked out hand in hand that Jihoon realised how dark and cold it was, and reluctantly pulled out his phone ready to text his mother asking her to pick him up from work. However the phone was snatched from him by Seungcheol who instead opened up his camera instead and was poising it in the direction of two guys that Jihoon later recognised as Seungkwan and Hansol with a few dogs surrounding them. Thankfully they managed to get a few pictures without them noticing.

"Do you want a lift home?" Seungcheol asked quietly.

"No thanks I don't want to die." Jihoon replied with in haste, shaking his head furiously but he momentarily deflated when his mother told him she was busy. "I'll walk, so bye." He continued with, briefly raising himself onto his tiptoe to press a chaste kiss to Seungcheol's cheek before he spun on his heel and began walking.

"Nope, not happening, you're too cute and it's dark and cold, sorry." Seungcheol ordered as he abruptly ran after his boyfriend and slung him over his shoulder, ignoring the pounding against his back and carried Jihoon until he could lower the male to sit on his bike while he fished out the spare helmet and jacket. Helmets were generally one size fits all but the jacket hung loosely around his frame. Nevertheless he wouldn't be taking Jihoon anywhere unless he was wearing them both.

Jihoon was slightly scared of riding the bike if he was truthful but when he felt the thick leather around him and somewhat bulky helmet being slipped over his head he was somewhat reassured. However when he wrapped his arms around Seungcheol's middle and pressed himself against the other's back he felt calm. And he barely noticed the sound of the engine roaring into life, or the lights blurring past as they sped home.

Seungcheol couldn't believe that when he pulled up the Jihoon's house, the other's mother already standing in the doorway laughing when her son struggled to stand from being to sleepy. Seungcheol had to and peel off the other's jacket himself, as well as carefully wiggle the helmet off before allowed Jihoon to melt against his side and be dragged towards his house. The other childishly whined and clung to Seungcheol when his mother yanked him off, and Seungcheol burst into laughter when Mrs Lee turned her back and shouted in short and sharp notes "You have ten seconds to say goodbye!"

Seungcheol obviously thought she was joking but Jihoon yanked him down by the collar and claimed his lips, movements sluggish and torturously slow. But the drag of soft lips against his own chapped ones was exhilarating and the shrill voice of Jihoon's mother counting down was long forgotten as he pulled Jihoon closer still. And when they finally pulled away after Seungcheol was smacked upside the head they both had the most content and blissed out expressions.

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"Hansol see! They love me! Even the one that you said was mean!" Seungkwan insisted as he sat on the floor with the Rottweiler in his lap, belly up and yipping at him excitedly, the brown fluffy one still curled against his chest as Seungkwan cradled it with one arm. And the German Shepard hung it's head on his shoulder, tongue lapping at his face as the dog nuzzled against his skin. He couldn't help but laugh at the affection, and at how they whined when he stopped petting one to another.

"They aren't the only ones that love you." Hansol whispered with a soft smile on his face, unable to resist crouching down on the free side of Seungkwan to watch the exchange between his two four favourite boys with extreme interest.

"Did you say something?"

"No, nothing at all. But you've gotta go in, you're mother won't be pleased if I keep you any longer." Hansol stated as he hauled Seungkwan to his feet and took the three leads out of his hands. Ignoring the pout and the watching mother in the window Hansol ducked down and kissed Seungkwan once on the lips before pressing a lingering one to his forehead as he wrapped his free arm around the other's waist, simply basking in the embrace for a few moments before letting the other go.

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