Love makes you do crazy things sometimes – one of which was tricking your partner that you have a magical book that could make you desirable – different. So here I am, seated right across said partner in the library, trying to hold back a smile behind the handouts I was reading as I watched him bite his bottom lip. Said partner was mentally and inwardly arguing with himself about what to do.

The University Festival was over now and it was time for the regular school sessions to begin. That said, Chanyeol had a lot of catching up to do – especially in Calculus – and being the wonderful boyfriend that I am, I decided to help him out, hence our attendance in the library.

But of course, the giraffe has been thinking of nothing but the “book” since the beginning – and I greatly enjoyed it. Because if he wanted to know more about it, that meant one kiss, one photo and one article of clothing off of his body in exchange – and I was willing to make up crazy stories for a nonexistent book just for that.

“Chanyeol,” I said, bravely stopping my smile from creeping up. “Don’t think about it. Let’s focus on your Calculus for now.”

He moved his doe-like eyes to look at me before resuming his lip-biting again. Argh! Stop it, Chanyeol! It’s distracting me!

“If you don’t focus on this, you’ll fail and retake this subject again.” I reminded him and he gasped, hiding behind the wooden ledge nearby from the librarian who quickly turned her head.

“I know that!” He hissed at me. “But, the gentleman’s book…”

I smirked, “Don’t worry; I’m always ready to hand you information if you remember to pay me back in return.”

He grumbled, “That’s what I’m worried about.”

I chuckled, “There’s plenty of time, Chanyeol. Here, why don’t you try solving this problem?”

“My mind is distracted right now, hyung, I can’t.” He whined before flinching as I moved my foot closer to his and nudging it gently. He blinked before narrowing his eyes at me. “Wh-What?”

“I knew you would be distracted.” I whispered, sensing more students entering and passing by. “So let’s do something about it.”

He looked at me confused which prompted me to continue.

“Meet me in my room after your last class.”

“My last class?” His eyes widened. Apparently, the University Festival fever hasn’t subsided for most of the students who were only starting to vaguely remember their class schedules. Chanyeol pouted out his bottom lip, trying to remember his last class. “What’s my last class again? Hang on – I have the schedule saved in my phone somewhere--”

“History.” I said, flatly.

“What?”

“Your last class is History.” I replied. “3:30 pm, West building, third floor, room 20.”

He blinked before he nearly bellowed out loud, only to shoot his head down behind the ledge again as the librarian swiftly turned her head. He motioned his hands at me to look down at him, his head sticking close to the table.

“You know my schedule?!” He hissed at me, faintly blushing.

“Of course I do.” I whispered back. “Who do you think you’re dealing with here?”

“You’re really a stalker.” He mumbled and I stepped on his foot as a retort. “Ouch!”

“Whatever,” I smirked. “Just come to my room, got it? Don’t make me wait long, giraffe.”

He frowned before sticking out his tongue quickly and covering his face with the notes. “Whatever you say, angry bird.”

As the afternoon wore on and with Chanyeol’s last class nearly ending, I had decided to take refuge in my room. I my laptop and updated my gallery and since Chanyeol hadn’t arrived yet, I decided to clean my camera.

This thing will be pretty useful today.

I smiled to myself as I mentally pictured whatever this frustrated brain of mine was thinking. Chanyeol was curious about a nonexistent book to the point of wanting to strip himself for information. Ah~ I can’t take it…

But just as I was about to enter euphoria-land, there was a loud thud that nearly made me drop my camera in shock. When I turned around from my swivelling chair, wondering what had happened – there were sounds of people going out of their rooms and making a ruckus outside my door.

What the hell is going on?

Putting my camera down and making my way to the door, it was becoming clear to me that something dead serious was going on. I pulled my door open and saw a bunch of guys huddling at the top of the stairs.

I made my way to them curiously and it was then that I managed to hear bits of their conversation.

“Someone’s got to stop them,” One guy whispered.

“No way, don’t you remember him? He’s the one that got expelled.”

“I don’t want to be caught up in something related to that guy.”

Expelled? Wait a second.

I pushed my way in the crowd and some of the guys recognized me.

“Kris!” One of them grabbed my arm.

“What?!” I spat back. My internal senses were screaming at me, telling me that something was not right. If it was the senior that was expelled because of what had happened between him and Chanyeol…

“Holy , don’t get involved with that guy.” The guy said, pulling me back up the stairs. “He’s seriously lost it.”

“I don’t care,” I said. “Something’s not right… I--”

“He’s already got Chanyeol,” Another guy added in, a worried look on his face – and I snapped. I pulled my arm back and grabbed the guy by the neck of his shirt. He let out a frightened yelp as I glowered at him.

“Where is he?” I said. “Where is Chanyeol?”

“I-I don’t know!” He yelped. “I just remember seeing Chanyeol making his way up the stairs heading for your room when he came up from behind--”

“Yeah, Kris--” The other guy had taken hold of my arm to prevent me from strangling the poor witness. “That was the loud thud that got us out. We thought someone had dropped something but it was Chanyeol falling near the foot of the stairs.”

“They went out!” The frightened witness cried. “That’s all I saw! I just saw them go out! But he was grabbing Chanyeol like he was going to break him!”

I pushed both guys away and made my way downstairs before any of them tried to stop me. Of course he was grabbing Chanyeol like he was going to break him – because he definitely will.

– and I was just right behind the door!

“That guy better not do anything to Chanyeol or I’ll…” I gritted my teeth, running outside the dormitories, not really knowing where to start looking – which frustrated me even more. Chanyeol…

“Urgh!” Chanyeol coughed, trying to pull his hand away from the grip that was as tight as an iron clamp. “H-How did you get in here?! You’re expelled!”

He was being dragged to what looked like the secluded area he and Kris went to during the University Festival. Chanyeol blinked. Was he the reason for the rustle that broke their kiss? Was he here during the University Festival? Was he looking for them? Chanyeol held back a shiver.

“School’s not as safe as you think, Chanyeol-ah.” The senior turned around and smirked at him. “Besides, I know my way around here. I used to be a student, a student you seemed to have admired before, right?” The senior turned around, still holding Chanyeol’s arm as he leaned down towards the younger one.

Chanyeol pulled his head away, away from the senior. “Why you bastard…”

The senior chuckled darkly, but finally releasing Chanyeol. Chanyeol blinked and tried to make a run for it – when the senior grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him straight to the huge oak tree he and Kris stayed under before.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Ah…” Chanyeol winced as his shoulder was being squeezed painfully. “Let me go!”

The senior glared before punching him – hard – on the abdomen. The younger one coughed, bending forward slightly.

“No can do, Chanyeol.” The senior smirked. “You have no idea just how much hell I had to go through ever since you decided to report me to the higher-ups.”

“You – You deserve it.” Chanyeol spat, glaring yet still holding on to his stomach. It was really hurting.

“And you deserve something in return.” The senior grinned dangerously and Chanyeol fought back the urge to flinch. “Something… big.”

Chanyeol didn’t have time to react – and he cursed himself for it. Before he knew it, his lips were locked with the senior’s and his heart screamed of disgust and a burning desire to kick the guy on the face.

“Mnn…” Chanyeol placed his hands on the senior’s chest as the kiss pr