Sehun's hand shot up during math class.

Oh no.

Jongin clenched his teeth, forced to watch this disaster unfold right in front of his eyes, while not able to do anything to stop it.

“Yes, new boy... ah, yes, Oh Sehun.” the teacher called on Sehun.

“Mm I'm actually not very good at math, never have been.. but the math you are using is obsolete. It doesn't account for the rift in the space time continuum. With the math you are using, it would take up to a year just to reach the nearest planet, forget visiting other solar systems, that would take a lifetime!” Sehun laughed like that was the most preposterous thing he had ever heard.

“Every toddler knows that!” Sehun chuckled, basically calling the teacher an idiot, only not in so many words. Everyone in the class laughed.

The teacher turned red, like a volcano about to burst.

“Oh Sehun!!! Headmaster's office, NOW!!” the math teacher roared.

Sehun didn't really understand why he was being sent there, or that it was a punishment, so he just shrugged and got up. He gave Jongin a nod, like he should come with him.

“Excuse me, teacher? Sehun is new here, it's only his first day. Is it okay if I go with him, to show him where the headmaster's office is?” Jongin softly asked.

The teacher waved them out. He just wanted them gone and out of his sight. That was one wish Jongin was eager to fulfill.

Sitting still was not one of Sehun's strengths. They were sitting in front of the headmaster's office, waiting. Sehun was getting really restless. Jongin borrowed some paper and a pen for Sehun to draw on, to distract him.

Sehun started folding the paper into paper-spaceships, that when thrown into the air, hovered in mid air for quite a while before falling to the floor.

“Cool!” Jongin exclaimed, surprised. “You've got to teach me how to do that!” he added.

“Sure! It's easy.” Sehun beamed, happy with his compliment.

It wasn't as easy as it looked though, you had to do a million little folds for it to work.

Jongin's spaceship belonged right in the 'nailed it' section of the internet, it looked more like crumpled paper than a spaceship. And when he threw it, it just fell straight to the floor, very ungracefully.

“Aww...” Jongin pouted, disappointed. Sehun's two spaceships hovered perfectly above the site where Jongin's crumpled up ball had crashed. It just looked like somebody had thrown trash on the floor.

“Don't worry, I had to practice a lot too before I got it.” Sehun encouraged him in the sweetest way.

It was kind of nice, hanging out just the two of them. Jongin kind of missed that, even though it had only been a day. It was way too nerve wracking to try and protect Sehun from himself and others around him. Mission impossible. And Jongin wasn't thrilled either over all the attention Sehun was getting. He realized Sehun could have chosen anyone in the whole school, on the whole planet, no, in the whole universe. And yet he chose him. It had to be some kind of a glitch. Else, why would he choose him?

The principal was so busy and running late for a meeting, that he just gave them a quick 'don't do it again' and sent them back to class.

Even though Jongin was relieved that Sehun didn't get a proper punishment, he was a tiny bit sad that their hangout time was over. He hated sharing Sehun. He wanted him all for himself. It kind of surprised him, but that was what he was feeling.

When they returned to class, everyone applauded. They had a free period so there was no teacher around. Their classmates gathered around Sehun, bombarding him with questions about what had happened at the headmaster's office, about where he was from and whether he would consider becoming their friend. Some of the girls even asked him out.

Jongin hung his head and listlessly threw himself into his seat, watching the other students circle Sehun like a pack of piranhas. He noticed that some of the guys had folded their pant legs, turning their school uniform trousers into three quarter pants, just like Sehun's. All of the girls had stars in their eyes.

Sehun looked like he was having fun, he was the new rebel king of the class.

At the start of the next period, Sehun finally managed to make his way to his seat. As the class started, Jongin stared at the back of Sehun's head. Even the back of his head was handsome. Jongin got a pang in his gut. He didn't want to lose Sehun, nor did he want to cause him pain. It was clear as day what he needed to do. And he needed to do it right now.

Jongin reached his hand out, asking to go to the bathroom. He got a hall pass, trying to communicate through his eyes to Sehun that he should just hang back and chill until he returned. Jongin hoped the bond would be able to take the distance between here and to Eunji's classroom. It had to. This was something he had to do alone.

Jongin ran out and down the hall. For a moment he could feel a tuck on the bond, but it disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. He peeked through the window of Eunji's class, trying to get her attention, while avoiding detection by her teacher. Finally a friend of hers noticed him, nudging Eunji, who immediately asked for a hall pass and snuck out.

“Hey.” she giggled. Jongin started to feel the mark on his forehead, but it didn't really hurt that bad yet. Could Sehun feel that he was talking to her?

“Where have you been?! You disappeared on Friday, and you've been out of reach this whole weekend. I sent you like a million messages!” Eunji scolded him.

“Eh.. sorry. My phone uh.. the battery.. it didn't charge for some reason.” he lied. He couldn't really tell her that his phone had taken on a new role as a picture frame.

“But, uhm... Eunji-ya... I've been thinking, and I think we should take a break. We're still young, you know, it doesn't make sense to be in such a committed relationship yet. We'll graduate soon, and go our separate ways. And we need to be focusing on the college entrance exams right now, like, our future depends on it.” Jongin rambled, just saying whatever reasons came to his mind. It was the best he could do on such short notice. He was not doing a very good job at breaking up with Eunji. But was there ever such a thing as a good breakup?

“I can't believe you are doing this here?! In the middle of the hall?!?” Eunji looked angry, but not that surprised. A tear escaped down her cheek. Jongin felt bad. His mark prickled.

“I'm sorry.” Jongin hung his head, not knowing what to say.

“You should be! Bastard!” she punched him in the arm and ran into the nearest bathroom.

Even though Jongin felt bad for hurting Eunji, he wasn't really as sad as he had expected. After 14 months of dating, he would have thought he would have at least shed a tear, grieving what could have been. But he didn't really feel sad at all. He just felt relieved. Free.

Jongin turned around, but froze in place.

Sehun stood in the middle of the hallway. How long had he been standing there? Had he heard everything?

Sehun's face turned into a gigantic smile as he ran into Jongin's arms, hugging him tightly. Sehun had definitely heard something.

“Dude, not here. People can see.” Jongin complained, but it was all bark and no bite. Instead of wriggling out of Sehun's arms, he leaned into the hug, putting his arms around him, breathing him in. He smelled insanely good.

Sehun was his now, and his alone.