Yongguk was on his way to his locker before school, when he looked across the hall and saw a certain black-haired beauty struggling to hold all of his books. With a loud crash, the stack of books and paper fell out of Himchan's arms and collided with the hard floor. Yongguk was in front of Himchan, on the floor helping him pick up his books before Himchan could even roll his eyes and mutter “great”.

When Himchan saw who it was, he frowned. Why was Bang Yongguk helping him? Didn't the rapper hate him?

“Here,” the bass voice shook up all of Himchan's insides like an earthquake, but the pretty boy ignored it. No use wanting someone that doesn't want you, right?

“Thanks,” Himchan said warily. With hesitance, he took the rest of the books from Yongguk, his fingertips brushing over Yongguk's ever so lightly. Once again, Himchan found himself thinking about those fingertips brushing over other parts of his body. He shook his head, as if to literally shake off those thoughts of Yongguk.

“No problem,” Yongguk replied with a gummy smile.

Realising they were both still crouched on the floor, the boys stood up. Yongguk smiled at Himchan like a doofus, and Himchan eyed him curiously.

“So,” Himchan said, trying to fill the awkward silence, “are you coming to our next movie night?”

He hoped he was.

“I don't know,” Yongguk replied, “is this an invitation?”

He hoped it was.

“Sure,” he said then added “but this week's theme is romance so I understand if you wouldn't want to come,”

“I'll be there,” Yongguk's smile widened. He could never say no to Himchan – let alone the opportunity to stare at him for two hours (what? It wasn't like Yongguk was planning to watch the movie this time.)

“Cool!” Himchan said, and then realised, a little too eagerly. He cleared his throat and straightened up. “Um, I should get these to my locker.” he added, gesturing to the stack of schoolwork in his arms.

“Did you want some help?”

“Yeah,” Himchan said with a tiny frown. Could you blame Yongguk for wanting to kiss it away? “That'd be great, actually.”

Yongguk took back half of the pile and smiled his wide smile.

“Lead the way,” he said, not wanting Himchan to know he already knew where his locker was.

When they reached his locker, Yongguk helped Himchan pile the work in there and get out the books he'll need for his next class.

Himchan turned to Yongguk and asked curtly; “why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?”

Yongguk's smile turned into a look of confusion.

“What?”

“I mean, are you just being nice to make it feel that much worse when you pour a bucket of pigs blood on my head?” Himchan shot at Yongguk defensively.

“Pigs blood? Why would I do that?”

“Because you hate me.” he said it like it were a fact.

Yongguk gaped at Himchan. Did he really think Yongguk hated him? It was the opposite! Yongguk wanted to kiss him, not pour pigs blood on him.

“Hate you? I don't hate you!”

Now Himchan was confused.

“But... when I try to talk to you, you just find a way to blow me off.” the younger senior told him with a shrug.

“What? You never talk to me.” Yongguk said. “You leave whenever I walk into the room.”

“Yeah because I'd rather be away from you than have you be a jerk to me.” Himchan answered, and added in his mind; 'well, that, plus the fact that I have to control my hormones whenever we're in the same room. Like right now. God, stop looking so damn good all the time. Seriously.'

'Okay,' Yongguk thought, 'time to come clean. I need to tell him how I really feel. He can't keep thinking I hate him.'

“I don't hate you,” Yongguk shook his head and stepped closer to Himchan. “the truth is, I actually really li-”

“Yongguk!”

Yongguk's confession was cut short by someone screaming his name. Yongguk groaned and turned around to see Daehyun running happily towards him. Daehyun stopped beside Yongguk, using one hand to lean on Yongguk's shoulder as he caught his breath.

“Yongguk...hyung!” he said excitedly, despite his breath shortage. He looked up and noticed Himchan. “Oh...hi...Himchan hyung.”

“Hi, Dae,” Himchan said and then added. “I'll leave you two alone.”

“No wait!” Yongguk called but it was too late; Himchan was already walking away.

(Yongguk looked on the bright side; Himchan's looked incredible in those skinny jeans.)

The elder looked at his friend with a glare.

“Okay, what was so important you had to scare off Channie?” Yongguk asked.

“Youngjae...me...” Daehyun took a deep breath, a smile on his face bigger than any Yongguk had ever seen, “...boyfriends.”

Yongguk's eyes widened. “Youngjae is your boyfriend?!” he shouted. Daehyun nodded rapidly. “How?”

“We went on the Ferris wheel...and I...kissed him.. then said all this stuff and was completely honest and told him how I feel...the he...he kissed me – and it was awesome – and then he called me his boyfriend.”

“Dude that's awesome! Congratulations, Dae.” Yongguk said, no longer feeling mad at his friend.

“I know,” Daehyun smiled smugly, “Thanks.” he finally regained his breath, thinking to himself he needs to stop eating so much cheesecake and work out more – then deciding he liked cheesecake too much to stop. “Oh yeah,” Daehyun said as if he were just remembering something, “what were you talking to Himchan hyung about?”

Yongguk's annoyance with the younger returned.

“Well, I was about to say all this stuff and be completely honest and tell him how I feel, but some pabo came and ruined that.”

“Oh,” Daehyun smiled sheepishly. And then, from over Yongguk's shoulder, he saw him. “Youngjae!” he called out, getting the younger's attention. “Gotta go, hyung. My boyfriend is here.”

And with that he ran off, leaving Yongguk there, shaking his head.

X x X x X

The moment he got close enough, Daehyun kissed Youngjae, full on the lips. It was over before Youngjae could respond, but it left him with tingles all over.

“Hi.” Daehyun whispered, his forehead resting against Youngjae's.

“Hey there.” Youngjae responded just as quietly, his face going red.

“I'd like to do that again,” Daehyun said, his arms coming up to loosely wrap around Youngjae's waist. “Can I?”

Youngjae gave a small nod and Daehyun was kissing him again. Youngjae placed his hands on Dae's shoulders and came closer to the Busan boy. Youngjae's sweet hum made Daehyun grip the back of Youngjae's grey hoodie tightly so to stop himself from getting too in front of the whole school.

“I missed you.” Daehyun told Jae when the kiss ended.

“It's only Monday.” Youngjae pointed out.

“So?”

“So we spent the whole day together at the fair on Saturday, and we were texting all day yesterday. Not to mention the three hours we spent on the phone before I went to sleep.”

Daehyun smiled fondly at the memories. “Still,” he placed a kiss on Youngjae's forehead, “I missed you.”

Even though he rolled his eyes, the statement made Youngjae's heart flutter.

“Besides,” Daehyun added, “you were too stubborn on Saturday to let me spend all day doing this...”

He claimed Youngjae's lips for the third time in ten minutes.

“Dae,” Youngjae mumbled between kissed. “I...need...to...ask you...something.”

Daehyun immediately stopped kissing him.

“What?” he asked, afraid he wasn't about to like what Youngjae was about to say.

“Settle down, lover boy, it's not about us.” Youngjae said and Daehyun visibly calmed down, “It's just...well, um, mymumkindofinvitedyouoverfordinneronsunday.”

“What? Youngjae I didn't understand any of that.”

Youngjae took a deep breath.

“Well, my umma knows that we're friends and she knows I went to the festival with you – as friends. My appa is back from work on the weekend and they both want to meet you, so they told me to invite you to dinner on Sunday so they could meet my new friend.”

Daehyun paused.

“You want me to meet your parents? The same ones who forbid you from dating males, and therefore will never accept our relationship and will probably skin me alive when they find out I've turned their son into a rebel? Those parents?” Daehyun clarified, going pale.

“Only as friends.” Youngjae offered meekly. He saw Daehyun gulp and sensed a 'no' coming. So, using the weapons he has, he tried again. “Think of it as practise for when I eventually do tell them about you; they might really like you and not care. Come on Dae, please.” he pleaded, taking Daehyun's hand in his own and looking up at his slightly taller boyfriend with round doe eyes. He pressed a quick kiss to the other blonde's lips. “For me?”

Daehyun groaned when Jae pressed an open-mouthed kiss on Daehyun's throat just for good measure.

'You are an evil, evil boy Yoo Youngjae.'

“Fine,” Daehyun agreed, making Youngjae beam. “But, since I won't be able to kiss you on Sunday night, I'm going to be taking full advantage of my freedom to your lips and every other place where skin is showing for the rest of the week. Arasso?”

Youngjae tried to suppress his smile. “I can deal with that.”

“Good.” Dae said and kissed Youngjae's collar bone, as if to make a point. His kisses trailed up Youngjae's shoulder, neck, and finally, reached his lips.

“Mr. Jung, Mr. Yoo.” a loud voice made them jump apart as if they'd been electrocuted. They turned around to see their headmaster standing there, a disapproving scowl on his face. “Now, I support all forms of young love, but, as you know, public displays of affection are against the rules at this school. Okay? So consider this a warning.”

The boys blushed deep red and bowed, apologising repeatedly. When he left, Daehyun took Youngjae's hand and led him out of the hallway.

“Where are we going?” Youngjae asked curiously. Daehyun just looked back at him with a smirk and a wink.

Youngjae couldn't help but roll his eyes and blush (furiously) when he saw where Daehyun was taking him.

“Really, Dae?” Youngjae tried to sound nonchalant, but it still came out weak. Dae led him to the very last cubicle on the left in the mens' room – he had learnt that no one uses it because the light above it is always out so you can barely see a thing, and the flusher on the toilet itself is in a permanent state of not working – and locked the door. “This is so cliché.” Youngjae mumbled.

“See what I have to do to get a minute alone with you?” Daehyun asked teasingly.

Youngjae scoffed. “Please, I know you want more than a minute.”

“You're right, I want forever with you.” Daehyun gently pushed Youngjae against the door and kissed him sweetly. “But right now, a minute is all we have time for.”

Youngjae gripped the front of Dae's t-shirt and pulled him closer so that there was nearly no space between them.

“So why are we wasting our time?” he whispered seductively.

Feeling his blood rush lower, Daehyun crashed his lips onto Youngjae's. Youngjae opened his mouth, letting Daehyun's tongue slide in to explore his wet cavern one more time. Tongues battled, teeth clashed, and neither boy cared. Youngjae's hands were tangled in Daehyun's hair, while Dae's hands had somehow s their way up the sides of Youngjae's hoodie. The feeling of Youngjae's smooth, bare skin against his hands, mixed with the sounds of Youngjae's soft moans, was sending Daehyun into a ual frenzy.

And then the first bell rang, signalling that the students only had five minutes to get to their classes.

The boys parted and groaned.

“We better go.” Daehyun said, removing his hands from Youngjae's skin and then straightening the boy's clothing. He reached past Youngjae to unlock the door, but Youngjae stopped him.

“Wait.”

Youngjae quickly tidied up Daehyun's hair. He couldn't walk around school all day with pre- hair – he would look too good and Youngjae would get too jealous of the girls staring at him and by the end of the day he would've clawed someone's eyes out. Couldn't have that.

He took Dae's face in his hands and pulled him down for one more flying kiss.

“Now we can go.” he said.

“Now I don't want to.” Daehyun said, his voice thick with lust. Still, he unlocked the door and the two of them left the bathroom and headed to their respective classes.

From that day on, the very last cubicle on the left was considered theirs.

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