"Hello?" Luhan questioned warily, confused as to why Oh Sehun intruded on his lunch break because from what he recalled, they weren't exactly on friendly terms. Which reminded him, he was supposed to get on his good side. His eyes met his seemingly angry looking ones, making him shudder under his intensifying gaze. It was then that Luhan concluded; he obviously had a lot of work to do.

The taller boy frowned. Why Baekhyun was sitting on this table, he had no idea and decided not to care because he had important business to deal with. Wait, he knew it had something to do with Chanyeol because when is it never to do with him? But that wasn’t his problem. What annoyed Sehun to the max was how girly face was freaking enjoying the time of his life eating ing sugar while here he had been waiting in the ing cold for his plan in action. But, why Sehun was angry was a mystery to everyone especially for the innocent so called girly face who seemed to be playing the bad guy and Luhan was never the bad guy.

"Donut?" Luhan offered, a few people in the background squealed and Sehun, Sehun decided to ignore the small beats of his heart, which happened for a small fraction of a second in which he concluded was due to his anger - yep, it was definitely anger.

"Why didn't you come?" Sehun asked through gritted teeth, hand slammed against the table once more to emphasize his point.

 "Come? Come where?" Luhan muffled out of his donut-filled mouth, eyes feigned with nothing but innocence. Disgusting was the word that almost immediately ran through Sehun's mind, definitely NOT cute. Nope. Never. Just No.

 "Wait, did you even get my note?" Sehun's brows furrowed together, forehead forming small indented creases as his eyes squinted into slits, because if Luhan didn't get his note then he'd definitely add another person to his ‘to-kill’ list.

Luhan choked a little on his donut, eventually managing to swallow the hard lump that was lodged at the back of his throat. 

"That- that was from you?" He proceeded to grab the bit of paper in his pocket and laid it on the table, smothering it as he examines the contents written on the crumpled bit of paper. There's a  silence before Luhan bursts into a fit of laughter. He even goes to the extent of falling off his chair, tightly gripping at his chest as he heaves deeply for any bit of oxygen he can get.

Everyone stares at the boy on the floor. Baekhyun cowers down because he is well aware that their table was currently in the spotlight as his eyes scan the cafeteria which meant everyone, including a certain poodle-head, was staring directly at them. Not good. Sehun stares horrified. Like seriously, the only question that runs through Sehun’s' mind is who the laughs at the greatest Oh Sehun?

Sehun looks un-amused. He sees a few curious people who are more or less closer to the table, drawing their heads towards the sheet of paper that a certain Blondie left out on display. He shoots a death glare towards them, one that warns ‘look-and-you-die’ and proceeds to grab the unwanted sheet of paper, slipping it into his pocket making a mental reminder to burn later. And for the second time in his whole school-life experience, Sehun does the unexpected and reaches a hand out to grasp onto Luhan’s rather thin and, much expected, girly wrist. Luhan is abruptly yanked up from the floor and does nothing but obligates because he simply doesn’t have the energy to fight back, not after laughing for the past few minutes as he’s still trying to regain his original composure but simply just can’t as he’s still going at it. Luhan uses his free hand to clamp over his mouth when Sehun shoots him a dirty look as he’s being dragged out; hoping to hide the muffled laughs but inevitably fails to do so. All eyes dart to the pair until Luhan’s figure disappears past a corner and all that is heard is Luhan’s distant laugh.

It is only when Luhan is suddenly pulled with much unnecessary force, into an empty classroom, does his brain begin to process what’s happening to him. It’s all almost like a déjà vu feeling when Luhan notices the situation with everything being in Sehun’s favor. He immediately yanks his hand out of Sehun’s grasp and let’s out an unintended gasp.

“Yah! What do you think your doing?” he manages to cry out in the manliest voice he could possibly bare. He shuffles away, keeping a safe distance from the taller male, eyes never leaving the other as he trails his movements. His eyes widen to the largest diameter that they could possibly withstand as he hears a click from the door being locked.

“Y-Yah! What do you want y-you creep!” Luhan screams rather loudly and defensively wraps his hands around his bare arms, suddenly feeling rather . He mentally cursed himself for leaving his jacket in the cafeteria. As Sehun walks closer to the doe-eyed boy, close to the point where the other can smell his refreshing cologne, Luhan lets out a small shriek and does a small jog behind the table. He was coming way too close for Luhan’s comfort.

Sehun opens his mouth to speak but before anything comes out, the bell rings signaling that the next class is about to start. Seeing this as a great chance to escape, Luhan makes a run towards the door, wanting nothing but to leave the empty room and head towards his next class. His hands fiddle with the door handle as he tries to yank it open but inevitably fails. Why won’t you open you stupid door! After a few unsuccessful attempts, Luhan feels a hand on his own. Knowing all too well whose it was, Luhan thrashes about and runs to the other side of the classroom.

“Don’t touch me you freaking creep! The teachers will be here soon and there’s nothing you can do about it, I’m having you reported for ual harassment you hear me!” Luhan warns in a trying-to-be-confident tone, his hand furiously wipes away the germs from Sehun’s touch. His confidence barrier slightly melts as he catches the smirk that finds itself onto Sehun’s face. The barrier breaks as he notices the key in the taller boys hand and the words that slip out a second later.

“Sorry bambi but, looks like your stuck here with me. Nobody comes here next period.” He said with an overconfident tone. Luhan wishes, if only he had a bottle of bleach, he’d be sure to poison the shameless boy in front of him. A second bell rings and Luhan begins to worry. First, he’s stuck with this jerk and now he’s seriously beginning to question his own safety. Secondly, he’s actually going to be late for the first time in his whole school life.

“Look, I’m very sorry. Can we please sort this out later? I don’t want to be late for class.” Luhan begs and he curses himself for sounding so weak but all is forgotten as he looks at the clock ticking its way past the 30 line.

“You should be thanking me for saving you from whatever boring subject you have next, kid.” Sehun makes a point as he leans on a vacant table, arms folded to match his -of-a-personality and his irritating -face. Luhan sees the key placed on the same table and cusses himself for what he’s just about to do.

“Sehun ah, please will you let me go!” Luhan pleads with his secret weapon; his puppy eyes that no one seems to ever reject, his hands mould together as if he was praying. He begins to make small baby steps towards the other stoic boy.

“N-no,” The latter curses himself for stuttering. Curse those puppy eyes. He looks away in hopes to keep his sanity, knowing all too well that he’d most probably give in if he stared any longer. There’s just something about this girly face that makes his insides bubble, his stomach churns to the point where he just wants to punch something and he doesn’t like it at all - not one bit.

“Please!” Luhan emphasises and approaches with larger steps as he acknowledges the others gaze which was currently directed elsewhere.

“Pretty please!”

“No.”

“Pretty please with a cherry on top,”

“NO!” Sehun argues back. As Sehun fights with his inner conscience, he averts his gaze back to the boy but immediately hears the uproar of chairs scraping across the floor and desks clamming together. His eyes rapidly flash on the boy hastily making his way towards the door with the key in his hand - .

Sehun manages to dash over and grasp a hold onto key, tearing it away from the others hand, “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” he couldn’t help but notice the other flinch at his tone and his figure scurrying into the wall for support.

“You’re asking where I’m going? I’m going to class like what I should be doing! I’m late now because of you!” Luhan yells, and points an accusing finger at him. “You think this is funny huh? So many people would die for an education like ours. Just drop-“

“Shut the hell up or I’ll ing kiss you bambi.” Sehun warns in a spine chilling tone.

It is only now that Luhan notices how close they are, especially when he feels the warm breathe of Sehun’s, slowly grazing across his face. He’s concerned about the uncomfortable position he’s currently stuck in – Sehun’s hands are plastered onto the wall between his head, his body is literally a few centimetres away from his – which is way too close for comfort. Luhan is shocked and speechless. His mouth tightly shuts and he presses himself harder into the wall.

“What do you want?” He manages to squeak out timidly when he finds the courage to do so.

“Listen here, bambi. You can leave after when we’ve done business, am I clear?” Luhan nods his head and finally breathes when Sehun breaks the too-close-for-comfort proximity, picks up a chair and orders him to sit. Luhan does as he says.

“Okay, I think we got off on the wrong foot. All of this wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t stand me up and ing came like I told you to,” Since it’s you, I think I did the right thing for not coming. Luhan glues his tongue to the roof of his mouth to stop himself from snapping back.

“So you owe me a favour or else you’re not leaving this room.” Sehun orders and throws a crooked smile to Luhan which he couldn’t help but grimace at how fake it looked. He pretends not to notice and forces a small smile on his own face as he nods in agreement – anything to get out of this god forsaken room.

“Well say something,” Sehun impatiently voices out, and stamps childishly on his left foot.

“C-can I request for some….restrictions?” Luhan mumbles out incoherently but Sehun manages to lip read his words.

“Whatever.”

“Nothing against the law. Nothing against my will and I’m happy about.” Luhan validates and Sehun evilly smirks and seals it with a “deal.”

Baekhyun is left baffled by the scene and as to why his new friend is being dragged away by his other hormonal friend. He doesn’t know whether to laugh out loud from being abandoned (he can’t help but feel that karma had played its role and bit him in the for leaving Luhan alone yesterday), or cry out because now, all attention was currently focused on him as everyone started to question his relation to Luhan, the new kid. He is slightly regretting sitting with Luhan.

“Oppa, why are you sitting here?”

“Why aren’t you sitting with Exo?”

“Oppa, do you know Luhan?”

“Why is Sehun dragging him away?”

“Are you dating Luhan now?”

Baekhyun lets out a cry of frustration. His head bangs against the table as he lays in misery and distress. This is the reason why he hates popularity, how he just wished he could be that kid who no one knew and no one paid attention to. The whole student population closes in and Baekhyun starts to feel a bit light-headed from all the commotion.

“Just leave him alone, all of you!” Baekhyun’s eyes literally pop out of his skull as his head processes the deep, husky voice of his ex-boyfriend. He hears his heart pounding ferociously against his ribcage and his eyes travel towards the floor where he see’s the familiar looking brand of shoes, making its way through the crowd, towards him. 

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