You're a Monster | Chenji

XXXVII

'Pussy!'

'Shut up, I'm not a pussy.'

'Then do it.'

Jongho groaned in annoyance.

'Fine. I'll do it now. Watch closely because I'm not doing it again.'

His friends laughed at him. Jongho had lost a bet and he had to do that as a punishment.

Jongho looked around the school grounds until he saw the one he'd been searching for. He got closer to his target, silently walking towards him. He was behind the shorter male, mentally preparing to do that.

'Chengli.' The male turned around in confusion and Jongho gave him a quick peck and went back to his friends.

Chenle blushed as he realised what had just happened. The popular guy in his school... had just kissed him. He supposed it was intended to be on the cheek, but the kiss landed practically on his lips, making Chenle flustered.

He covered the place where he'd been kissed softly and spaced out for a while, wondering what might be the reason Jongho did that if he couldn't even say his name correctly.

Jongho was using the school's restroom. It was still break, so he was using the restroom located outside the school building. He washed his hands in the sink and turned around, only to bump into someone. He was shorter than him, probably younger as well. However, his eyes showed such hatred and dislike Jongho almost shivered.

'What do you want?' He said, annoyed. He was used to angry boyfriends sending him hate for having their significant others' attention, so he supposed it was that case. Jongho easily caught people's attention, good grades, good looks, good height and good muscles, the last characteristic being the reason why those boyfriends didn't scare him one bit.

'You touched what is mine.'

'Are you here for Soobin, Hyunjin, Shotaro, Yena or Sunwoo?' Jongho made a list of all the people he'd given attention to in the past week. Not that he intended to flirt with them, they just happened to be whipped for him and he didn't even know why.

'Chenle.'

'Oh, the Chinese one. What about him?'

Jongho's eyes widened as Jisung gripped his throat with his right hand and slammed him against the mirror that was above the sink. The mirror shattered, Jongho's head was bleeding as he let out choked whimpers and scratched Jisung's hand, silently begging for him to let him go.

'Don't. Touch. My. Chenle.'

The human was struggling to breathe, Jisung could sense that. Jongho stopped moving after a while and his eyes closed.

'I hate it when people touch what is mine.

You can't kiss him.

You can't touch him.

Not even talk to him.'