Desired Yet Hated | Han Seojun X Lee Suho Oneshots [Complete]

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"What do you think is gonna happen?" Seojun asked in a slightly sarcastic voice. Everyone had already left from the outside, expecting the two to come out happier and closer than before. The locker room had been abandoned and barely entered the entire school year. 

Suho remained silent, sealing his lips so he wouldn't have to make conversation with the other male. Especially at this time, he didn't want to talk to anyone. He had already been having a bad day.

"Oh?" Seojun walked closer to Suho, only causing Suho to turn his head away from the boy, "You're not going to talk to me?"

Once again, his lips were sealed. Swear words, insults, and so many other profane things were in his mind, wanting to say them so badly to the other boy but keeping them to himself. He closed his eyes and sighed, sounding clearly annoyed. 

A slam sounded next to Suho's head. He opened his eyes, seeing nothing knocked over, but instead being met with Seojun's face right in front of his.

"What do you think you're doing?" He said, his voice still in that dark tone he always used.

"So you've decided to talk now? That's good..." He spoke in an unusual voice. Even Suho couldn't recognize his intent.

Suho felt a hand come up his leg, looking down, "Stop."

"Why~?" He leaned up to his ear, "I'm having fun."

"Well, I'm not. G-Get off of me," Suho spoke, his voice becoming slightly unstable as Seojun continued to drift his hand up the boy's body. 

"Did I just hear you stutter? I think I did," Seojun smirked, putting more pressure on his hand. He leaned down to the boy's neck, breathing hot breath. 

Suho held his breath, "Don't."

"You're not pushing me off, are you?" He spoke, looking at the facial expression of the other. He moved up to his ear, "You're enjoying this."

Suho shut his eyes tightly, not wanting to admit that this was actually insanely enjoyable. Seojun put his hand on the boy's face, making them meet eyes. Suho's breathing was unstable and hitching, clear to Seojun.

"I didn't expect you to enjoy this so much, Lee Suho."

Suho spoke with difficulty, "You're making a mistake."

Seojun shook his head, "I don't think I am."

Suho sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back on the locker he was pinned to. He didn't accept defeat, but instead, he was desperately trying to calm himself.

Seojun moved his hand to his heart, slightly surprised at how quickly the other's heart was beating. He smirked. He moved down and lifted the boy's shirt, his hand slipping up his chest.

"H-Han Seojun!" Suho whisper-shouted, his eyes rapidly opening. Seojun came up extremely close to his face. Suho could feel his breath on his lips. Suddenly, Suho felt fingers squeeze his chest.

Suho shut his eyes tightly, biting his lower lip in an attempt to stay silent. He hit Seojun's shoulder with all the strength he could muster, but it wouldn't even push him away.

"S-Seojun," He spoke through all the conflicting feelings. He squirmed under his grasp, trying to get out. No use.

Seojun continued to squeeze the region that caused this reaction. Closely watching Suho's face, he noticed a shade of pink rising to the boy's face. He squeezed harder, earning a profane noise from the one under his control. Suho leaned over, nearly meeting Seojun's shoulder. He covered his mouth, shutting his eyes tighter.