More than just a pet || Seongjoong || + other ships

17: Fever

So finally, the first Seongjoong chapter, after like 27000 words of Hongsan and Yungi.

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Hongjoong and his pack members were currently sitting in their kitchen, on a Friday morning, eating breakfast to get ready for their second day at school. 

Hongjoong's first day in University had been stressful and hectic to say the least, he got lost in the new building at least three times and almost took the wrong train home. But he was still excited and happy to start the new school year, being able to finally study something he actually liked. 

Yesterday he had noted that the University was divided into two buildings, connected by a common yard. And there was a large parking lot in front. The building on the left had the music and fashion departments, which was his building, and the one on the right had the painting and crafting departments. 

Hongjoong had mindlessly started playing with the ring on Mingi's left ring finger again. He had become almost as obsessed with the piece of metal as Mingi himself. And he didn't want to admit it, but he was jealous, he wanted a ring from someone too.

He took Mingi's hand in his and held it, still playing with the ring with his other hand. It felt nice, his hand was warm and big, like Yunho's. 

"Why are you holding my boyfriend's hand again?" Yunho asked, half eaten breakfast still in his mouth, looking like someone had just betrayed him.

"Because it feels nice… and I don't have an Alpha yet." Hongjoong explained innocently.

"But why Mingi's hand?" 

"Because his is my favorite." Hongjoong answered simply and Yunho glared at him for a second before continuing eating. 

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During the beginning of the last class, on his second day at school, Hongjoong had developed a fever.

He was so warm, but he felt so cold, and he desperately wanted to go back home to cuddle something warm, preferably Mingi, because he was the cutest. But realistically, he would probably just settle for a blanket, like he always did. 

Why couldn't he have dressed more warmly? He was so dumb, it was almost autumn, and it would take him almost an hour to get back to Yunho's house, he thought to himself during the last class.

Thankfully it would be over in like five minutes. Hongjoong had decided to finish the last lesson, despite his fever, because he didn't want to fall behind already and he had only noticed it a while ago. And honestly, he was too shy to interrupt the class to be excused. 

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The bell had finally rang, and in his feverish mind he had forgotten how to get out of the building. So he got lost, again.

After opening about five different doors, Hongjoong found himself inside an auditorium. 'Oh, there was a door here somewhere, that leads to the main entrance hall,' He remembered, and started looking around. 

To his right there was a hallway, half covered by a heavy black curtain. 'I think the door was at the end of that hallway,' Hongjoong thought to himself, and quickly walked towards it. 

Still very feverish and deep in his head, he walked forward and collided with the curtain, which he had already forgotten was there. He also hadn't managed to hear the footsteps behind that curtain, which had been walking towards Hongjoong. 

So of course when he fell forward onto his hands and knees, his face planted in the curtain, someone was soon there to lift him up and into his arms.