I was looking through my hard drive at all the unpublished exo stories (yes i do have alot hahaha) and I found this cheesy lil oneshot nestled somewhere in between. So enjoy! :D

Rated PG-13 with a very minor bit of... nvm its too minor xD

"You should, you know, try to be nice."

Jongdae rolls his eyes and snorts as he continues to pepper the picture with little red dots, a mean glint shining in his eyes. Luhan sighs and leans over to peer at the harassed paper, taking one look and exploding into bouts of laughter. Jongdae huffs at him and raises the red marker at his best friend's face, threatening to pimple-fy his face as well.

"You do have some artistic sense, Kim Jongdae," Luhan manages between grunts of laughter.

Jongdae whines and tosses the paper at his face. "I hate you!"

"No, you love me." Luhan pulls the paper off his cheek and looks at it again, shoulders shaking with uncontrollable laughter. "The one you should hate is HIM."

Luhan pokes at the beaming face of the dude on the piece of paper, smooth radiant complexion now marred by dozens of little spots that resemble chicken pox. Despite the agonising torture he is put through, the dude still smiles through it all. But then again, he can't do anything else, besides that.

"You're just jealous of his good looks, aren't ya," Luhan smirks.

Jongdae snarls and pokes the marker into his friend's arm, creating a satisfying scarlet mole on his pale skin. Luhan looks down at it, unfazed, and that pisses Jongdae off more.

"He's no better than me, Luhan. And I'm going to have the last laugh because I will win this!!"

Luhan shrugs smugly and quickly dodges Jongdae as he chases after him with that hideous marker.

-

Kim Joonmyun laughs heartily at the poster of his rival stuck along the hallway walls.

10% sportiness, 20% charisma, 30% sass, 40% intelligence
100% authentic enthusiasm and endless pure fun
Vote for Kim Jongdae as your new House Captain!!

More like 90% dumb and 10% stupid, Joonmyun thinks. He flips his awesome fringe at the poster dismissively and pins his own one right next to Jongdae's. He walks off with a poorly suppressed laugh.

Think twice about voting for Kim Jongdae.
Kim Joonmyun has the brains and the brawn, the God of power and might.
You won't regret voting for him!!

-

Kim Joonmyun needs more creativity, Jongdae thinks.

As he straps on his soccer boots, he watches as his House Captain rival jogs up to the seniors and tries to chat them up. It's a low technique, one that Jongdae won't stoop that far to do. Of course such methods do reap positive outcomes, but Jongdae prefers to garner votes the more laid-back, less-talk-more-action way.

Jongdae skips onto the soccer field, b with energy. He makes eye contact with Joonmyun, and shoots the latter a disapproving look. Joonmyun waves at him with an irritating smirk and a waggle of his eyebrows. Jongdae simply sticks out his tongue at him and turns back to face the referee.

The first match of the day is usually really messy and vigorous, with everyone packed to their tops with gushing energy. Jongdae has a hard time getting his foot to connect with the ball, and when he finally gets it, he's almost unstoppable. His short but agile legs pump rapidly with the ball, dribbling perfectly coordinated as he brings the ball close to the goalpost.

He doesn't bat an eyelash when he scores, even when his teammates cheer and slap his back to congratulate him for his awesome shot. Jongdae isn't a star player for no reason, and he more or less has got everyone in the soccer varsity team behind his back. At least, or so he hopes.

It didn't help that Joonmyun had joined the soccer team just two weeks before, in a blatant attempt to win over all of Jongdae's supporters. Joonmyun is just low, Jongdae thinks again, shaking his head with a grim expression.

He doesn't see the ball flying towards him, and it hits him square in the stomach. Jongdae doubles over in pain, and his team mates shriek and run over to him and fuss over him like bunnies.

Jongdae cusses silently at his attacker (probably the opposing team) and assures his team mates that he'd be fine after a rest. He hobbles to the side benches and sits down.

He is not surprised when Joonmyun joins him, a mere five minutes later with an ice pack pressed to his ankle.

"A pathetic excuse to come and sit with me, Kim Joonmyun." Jongdae taunts menacingly. Joonmyun flings aside the ice pack and kicks out his perfectly functional legs with a wide smirk.

"You do know me pretty well, don't you Kim Jongdae."

"What are you even doing here, anyway. You're a loser. Go back to your robotic club." Jongdae spits at Joonmyun, and relishes at the way his face twists in fury.

"I DON'T GO TO ROBOTIC CLUB, YOU ," he hisses back through his teeth, and Jongdae gazes out into the field with a spiteful chuckle.

"Then what do you do? Take photographs of nature backdrops for the school magazine? Usher students to their classes every morning? Or BETTER STILL," he leans towards Joonmyun with an amused expression, staring straight into his eyes, "Manage the Aunt Agony section in the school paper!!"

Joonmyun growls lowly at him and sticks a fist into his jaw. Jongdae doesn't dodge, and purposefully lets himself get hit, much to Joonmyun's utmost horror.

-

As a result, Joonmyun finds himself in the discipline master's office with a warning strapped to his back. Not literally, but Joonmyun feels as if a beacon has been planted on his head and everyone seems to be staring at him harder than usual after that.

The tell-tale bruise on Jongdae's face isn't helping his ego very much, either. Jongdae takes pride in sticking his bruised jaw into Joonmyun's face whenever he could to remind him of his rashness and his close call of having his House captain campaign to be forfeited.

"So you want to play this way, huh Kim Jongdae."

Jongdae snickers and shrugs his shoulders. "You aren't forfeited yet though, so it's currently still my loss." He touches the bruise and winces exaggeratedly. "Ooohhh I need someone to kiss it better for me..." He walks away with a cheeky laugh, and Joonmyun feels anger simmering in his throat.

Oh, wait till I can get my hands on your throat Kim Jongdae...

-

There is a week left to campaign. Jongdae wonders how Joonmyun is doing. He thinks that he is doing a rather good job. Just the day before, he had gotten three homeruns in a baseball match that he had substituted a friend with. And just like that, his popularity has grown and Jongdae is confident that he can gain at least a good thirty more votes because of that.

I don't believe in talk, I believe in show. Works all the time.

But his smile falters when he sees Joonmyun wearing a bright orange and yellow vest, walking about the college canteen giving out something to everybody. He goes and peers over someone's shoulder. It is a little house-shaped cookie with the label "vote for Kim Joonmyun!!" on it.

Jongdae feels like curling into a ball and rolling away because SERIOUSLY HOW RIDICULOUSLY CHEESY CAN JOONMYUN GET.

The freshman he is leaning over looks up and smiles at him. "Hi Jongdae," she quips, and holds out the cookie for him. "Want a bite?"

Jongdae bares his teeth expressionlessly at it, and she giggles.

"Don't worry Jongdae, you'll still the best." She lowers her voice a few notches. "I'll still vote for you."

Jongdae brightens. "Really?"

"Yeah!!"

He scowls after that. "You'll probably say that to Joonmyun too."

The freshman sputters on her drink and begins to protest, but Jongdae is already walking away.

Suddenly, he doesn't feel very confident anymore.

-

There is three days left to the end of campaigning. Joonmyun is sure that he has got it in the palm of his hand.

He looks at his masterpiece proudly.

Yesterday he started a "Happy Painting Project" which involves his best friends and himself painting on a giant sheet of canvas in the school atrium. He is encouraging his school mates to drop by and paint anything they like on the paper, to build teamwork and school spirit. And, at the same time, he tells them to VOTE FOR KIM JOONMYUN which are the big words on top of the canvas.

'Business' seems good, and Joonmyun feels more confident than ever.

Then he peers out to the field and his heart skips a beat in shock. Because he is seeing something that might potentially compromise his winning position.

Jongdae is having an outdoor jam session with his best friends in the basketball court.

Chanyeol approaches him and gazes out wistfully. "That looks way more fun than painting," he muses.

Baekhyun joins him. "I agree... Look at that wild crowd!!"

Joonmyun clicks his tongue in frustration. "Are you my friends or not!! Go back to paint!" His buddies groan and head back to the painting, shaking their heads. Joonmyun shoots one more withering look at Jongdae's band and turns back to paint as well.

-

The jam session is not only fun and crazy, it also is attracting people at an exponential rate. Jongdae takes pride in the fact that his talented guitarist Yixing and his wild rapper Zitao are drawing the crowd in. Not to forget his own amazing vocals as well.

Yifan is the crowd manager, and he is doing a pretty good job because him just standing there is already attracting a lot of girls. And when he says a lot, Jongdae means ALOT.

The jam session end with a standing ovation and Jongdae is very very satisfied with how it turned out. He doesn't even bother checking on Joonmyun because the latter is probably going around with kiddy balloons and stickers with KIM JOONMYUN on them.

Please, we're in college not elementary school...

Zitao throws him a bottle of water when they are finally done cleaning up, and he catches it gratefully.

"Good job today, I had fun," Zitao shoots him a thumbs up and a huge grin. Yixing nods in agreement, busily bandaging up his bruised fingers from excessive strumming. Yifan doesn't look as happy though.

"I got molested," he laments.

Jongdae pokes him playfully in the waist, and he frowns. "Not you too!!"

"I'm not molesting you, please." Jongdae rolls his eyes. "I thought you like being touched by girls, anyway."

Yifan blushes and turns his back to Jongdae while Jongdae erupts into laughter.

"Anyway..." Luhan appears with Minseok out of nowhere, his two friends that were too occupied with each other to come for the jam session, "There's only about three more days before your battle with Kim Joonmyun ends."

"Does it ever end, anyway." Yixing mutters.

Jongdae smiles.

-

On voting day, Joonmyun is nervous. Well, he has every right to be nervous because his opponent is the formidable athlete--singer Kim Jongdae that everyone loves and admires. Not that he was any less, though. He is the top student--lady killer Kim Joonmyun.

After school, the school president counts the votes once, twice, thrice, very meticulously. She smiles at both of them equally bright, and Joonmyun is very uncertain about this. Maybe he's reading too much into the smile?

"Joonmyun-sshi...." She begins, and Jongdae's face falls visibly.

"...I'm sorry but Jongdae-sshi's the new House Captain!!"

She pats his shoulder and offers him a sympathetic smile. "You can convince him to choose you as the vice captain, though."

She congratulates a stunned looking Jongdae and strolls out of the office, closing the door behind her.

"I... I won?!" Jongdae manages.

Joonmyun is lying if he says he isn't disappointed. "Wow, you won me." He sniffs, folding his arms.

"I'm sorry..." Jongdae looks at him, face pouty like he was going to cry.

Joonmyun chuckles and pokes his rib playfully. "Dont be stupid. Meet me at my house later. I'll be waiting."

Joonmyun leaves the office with a grin. Maybe he isn't as disappointed as he should be, because regardless the outcome of this campaign, there is something he wouldn't lose out of this.

-

Jongdae goes to Joonmyun's house that evening. He swings open the door, stows his shoes in the shoe rack, greets Joonmyun's parents cordially and climbs up the stairs noisily.

Joonmyun is already in the bed waiting for him. "Loser," he sticks out his tongue, patting the spot beside him.

"Who's the real loser." Jongdae retorts back with a pout, but grins and bounces over to the bed, climbing beside Joonmyun and curling into his arms.

Joonmyun cuddles him and they are silent for a while.

"Are you upset?" Jongdae whispers, as Joonmyun gently fingers the almost-disappearing bruise on his jaw.

"Oh yes, very." Joonmyun replied sarcastically, and pinches his cheek aggressively. Jongdae yelps and bites down on his hand hard.

He ends up it better though, because its impossible to stay angry with Joonmyun. Besides, he is the one who should be comforting Joonmyun because he had won, after all.

When Joonmyun is satisfied with Jongdae's unusual healing methods, he pushes Jongdae to lie back on the bed. "So will you choose me to be your vice captain, pretty boy?"

Jongdae purses his lips and pretends to ponder over his options. "Let's see... Luhan promised me a bubble tea... Zitao promised me new headphones... Minseok promised me an electric guitar... Oh, even that Chanyeol friend of yours promised me a night...-"

Joonmyun doesn't want Jongdae to finish that sentence, so he mercilessly attacks his boyfriend's neck, hard at his skin and covering it with bite marks. Jongdae whimpers and laughs breathlessly.

"So will you choose me as your vice captain?"

Jongdae isn't done with teasing. "Yifan actually secretly has a handphone full of y girls' contact numbers..."

Joonmyun connects their lips together fiercely, because their relationship has always been like that, push-and-pull, love-and-hate, give-and-take, endless teasing during the day and roughing it out at night.

"SO will you choose me as your vice captain?!"

Jongdae giggles and opens his mouth to make another sassy remark, but suddenly his eyes widen as Joonmyun slips his hand low between them and grabs something.

"Okay!! Okay okay okay!"

"Good." He removes his hand and kisses Jongdae again, softly this time. Jongdae groans with defeat because he cannot resist Joonmyun, unfortunately. And maybe fortunately, too, because he doesn't really want to.

Jongdae pulls away and rolls out from below Joonmyun. He gets up to lock the door, and turns to face Joonmyun with a smirk.

"So, vice head captain, when will you be ready to start work with me?"

Joonmyun barely suppresses a matching smug grin. "Anytime you wish me to... Maybe now?"

Jongdae scrunches his forehead and mock-thinks for a while. "Now... Sounds good to me." He dives back onto the bed on top of his boyfriend, leaning down to connect their foreheads together affectionately.

"Now it is, then."

Hope you liked the twist at the end! :) Did anyone suspect it midway through the story? I did drop some hints ^^