I took a break from my other fic to write this piece of crap.

My writing's been kind of really bad atm so I'm hoping if i practice by writing more of these ty oneshots I'll improve

Anyway the full chapter should be up soon. 

Sometimes Jongdae has to stop for a moment and kick himself for being such a masochist.

It's been almost two years – two whole pain filled years – of being a slave to this infatuation with Kim Joonmyun.

Jongdae can remember the day he first laid eyes on Joonmyun; the perfect valedictorian with the neatly trimmed brown hair and sincerely kind smile, who had fumbled in an attempt to hide the family crest pinned onto his jacket so not to alert everyone in the room of his inherited wealth.

Jongdae had already known who he was long before he ever seen him – everyone does, he's Kim Joonmyun, son of the wealthiest, most well-known businessman in the city. The thing is, he had initially scoffed and assumed him to be one of the stereotypical rich guys at the school, the ones who walk as though they're miles above everyone and spend their time slacking off because they, or rather, their parents, can afford to.

When Joonmyun had walked into his algebra class the first day of school, greeting and smiling at everyone he passed, Jongdae could hardly believe this was the rich kid he'd heard about all of the previous year. But the “Hey, Joonmyun's!” that floated around the classroom as he made his way to front row proved him otherwise.

If Jongdae was smart, he would've ignored the sparkles that seemed to trail off of the older boy as he walked, and the way his chest tightened at the genuine smile directed his way.

But Jongdae is not smart; Jongdae is an idiot, a fact that seems to never cease causing him problems.

Flash forward two years. Jongdae's in senior year, and he has made no more progress, nor is he any less in love with Joonmyun than on that first day of sophomore year.

He's even more in love, if that's possible. He's spent the last two years of his life dealing with chest contractions that spout up whenever he sees him walking across the hall, and as the unsuccessful period of time during his junior year where he attempted to ignore these feelings proved, this was not going away anytime soon.