Butterflies 🦋 chansung

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Months passed by so quickly, little did I know, it was our finals.

Chan and I are doing great. He always walks me on our way to school and on the way home. We eat out a lot.

He got surprised one time that I waited for him after his varsity practice, and his team jokingly dissed us for me taking him away. He immediately dropped his plans with them and told me he's rather go with his butterfly. He didn't exactly told them that, he told me once that he doesn't want them picking on me.

We never actually let people know, but our classmates can feel our relationship.

They're like another set of parents you'd never want.

We rarely flirt.

Well, not rare.

It's actually every chance we can get. we'd sneak in a couple skin to skin contact, holding hands. I think i've collected a hefty amount of his pictures, I actually would have realeased his fansite merch if he allowed it.

He kept bringing me the very same drink and leaving it on my desk every morning.

We would stick side by side in events and programs. His friends can notice it even if I shooed him away to spend time with them instead. They kind of started picking on me but it wasn't that serious since we don't actually meet the athletes around normally.

We do a lot of sweet things when we're alone. and when alone, I mean those study sessions that turns into make-out sessions.

We'd watch movies in the cinema, make out, eat out, make out and all that stuff, never sex though.

I don't think I'm up for that yet.

I mean I do got curious and kinda watched two guys do it, in the internet. but...

Gosh, it's terrifying.

I helped him once though. Things just escalated. It was hot. I liked to help him after that.

oh.

no.

One time.

Believe me, Just one time.

That time.

We kinda helped each other as we kissed on his bedroom. We were supposed to be studying.

We we're seated on his bedroom floor carpet and our pens and notes, all scattered messily on the low table. His room is tidy and sleek. trophies and books. Mood board would be full of dark blues and black.

What we did was weird and good. It was the most intimate thing we did. I was caught with his hands palming my growing bulge under my pants. Our kisses indeed riles us up. He made me sit on his lap, facing his gorgeous face so i could kiss his nose, eyes and cheeks as he touch me up.

"Baby." He says slowly bucking his hips.

"Channie." I kissed his exposed skin on the shoulders  pulling his t-shirt for a bit.

He leaned his head back at me.

"I love you." 

"Hmm." He hummed closing his eyes.

I suckled his flesh leaving a slight mark on his pale skin. His skin is so pale, blood easily clot up and formed this tiny pink spot whever I go.

He then turned to me and kissed me, whispering an 'I love you' before pulling me closer  on his thighs.