Youngjae tried in vain to evade Daehyun, but eventually, he ran into him.

"Pay up."

Daehyun motioned to his lips.

Youngjae backed away, involuntarily squeezing his eyes closed.

Daehyun chuckled and in one swift motion, he grabbed Youngjae's waist, pulling him in close.

He murmured,"Open your eyes, Youngjae."

Youngjae refused, shaking his head.

He could feel Daehyun's warm breath hitting his face.

It smelled like cheesecake.

He had to get it over with.

Youngjae gathered all the wits he had about him, tilted face up, and pressed his lips against Daehyun's.

Youngjae tried to pull away, but Daehyun had a tight grip around his hipbones.

He felt something warm and wet brush briefly against his lips.

Was that Daehyun's tongue?

Youngjae tried even harder to pull away, but damn, Daehyun had strong arms.

Youngjae decided to just give in and hope for the best.

Or that's what he told himself.

Daehyun knew the real reason.

Youngjae had voluntarily parted his lips when Daehyun gently nibbled on his lower lip.

Youngjae's legs felt weak and buckled.

Daehyun held him up and kept kissing him.

When he pulled away, there was a string of spit between them.

Youngjae's face was flushed and he could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks.

"Aw, look. Your face is red."

Youngjae had heard the same thing from Daehyun a year earlier.

"RUN, LADIES!" Roared the gym teacher. He was not in a good mood, and so he was taking it out on the kids.

Youngjae was panting, his face was a bright crimson from so much running.

"Look at the fat !"

He cursed.

Daehyun had seen him.

"Look, his face is red! What are you, a ing tomato?"

Another on of Daehyun's friends had come up.

"He looks ripe. Let's pick him."

"Are you sure you can pick him up without throwing out your back?"

"Good point. We won't pick him up then."

Then, he grabbed Youngjae's hair and had dragged him through half of the field.

Youngjae was crying by the time the teacher finally interceded.

When he looked into Daehyun's eyes, there wasn't a single bit of remorse.

<End Flashback>

Youngjae looked up with forming tears.

Without a word, he slapped Daehyun across the face.

Running as fast as he possibly could, he made a break for it.

Daehyun stood still, completely caught off guard.

"Damn." He said quietly, massaging his bruising cheek.

He felt weird.

His chest felt tight, and he felt... sad?

Daehyun slowly reached up and touched his mouth.

His lips were still tingling from the kiss.