Ardour | The Boyz

Oh, Pretty Boy - [SunRic]

Now, Eric was never one to dwell. In fact he didn't even like the word, it's definition didn't even really make sense. But even he had his exceptions. The pretty boy sitting a few tables away from him being one of them.

He was exactly what the nickname suggested. He had brown fluffy hair that twirled every which way, eyes round and slightly covered by his bangs, he had pretty pink plump lips that formed a pout as he focused on the papers spread out in front of him.

Youngjae had never seen him anywhere else around campus, only the very big library the university provided. Even so, Youngjae saw him nearly every single day. He always sat on the same table, on the same chair, by the same window, with the same black hoodie pulled over his head.

Eric liked to stare at him while he worked, eyes darting from his books to his assignments every couple of seconds. The window provided a beautiful ray of sun that shined across his face, emphasizing every detail of his features.

He never had the courage to actually approach him and spark conversation, as Eric has never had any luck talking to cute boys. He usually froze and clammed up, spitting out words that he hoped made sense- word vomit basically. He couldn't bring himself to embarrass himself this time.

Eric snapped out of his thoughts as he noticed the pretty boy look up from his books and make brief eye contact. Eric averted his gaze downwards, pretending to be reading a book himself.

As soon as he felt that the boy had looked away, he looked back up and realized that the boy wasn't looking at him- but instead at a friend that had just walked in. The pretty boy now wore a boyish smile that made Eric's head spin.

His eyes creased into crescent moons when he smiled, his teeth now becoming the main event. Man, even his teeth were pretty. So not fair.

Eric packed his things, putting the book he had borrowed back on it's respectable place on the fantasy shelf. Truth be told he didn't even know what book he grabbed.

It was about time for his next lesson so he had to leave. Content with his daily dose of pretty boy, Youngjae left the library and started walking to his next lecture hall.

He hadn't even realized what he was missing until he was sitting in his seat. He was going to put his phone on silent, as he didn't like receiving notifications during lessons- only he realized that he didn't even have his phone.

He felt the panic crawl up his spine as he felt around his pockets for his phone but all were empty. He rifled through his backpack in a panic, soon realizing that it wasn't on him.

He quickly re-packed his things and left the lecture hall(careful not to disrupt his professors lesson), his anxiety skyrocketing as he rushed back to the library. With how fast he was walking he was bound to trip over something, but luckily he didn't.

He made it into the library and immediately went back to the spot he was just sitting at. The pretty boy was no longer there but that was the least of his problems. His anxiety got worse as he didn't see his cellphone anywhere on the table.

He rushed around to the bookshelves to see if he maybe put it on the shelf by accident when he was returning the book he borrowed. When he didn't see it he nearly began crying.

He crawled under the table to check if it fell while he was packing his things, and that's when he heard a voice.

"Are you looking for something?"

At that moment Eric forgot he was crouched under a table and tried standing to his feet, and ended up slamming his head against the surface. He fell back down to his knees in pain.

"Shit." He hissed.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" The voice asked as it got closer.

Youngjae was still seeing stars as he crawled out from under the table. But when he came to his senses and saw who he was currently looking at he practically froze. He was even prettier up close. It was pretty boy.

"Hello?" The boy repeated awkwardly.

Eric snapped out of his daze, realizing how embarrassing he was acting.

"Right, sorry. I'm just looking for my phone. I left it here." Eric said, continuing to glance around for it.

"Is it this one?" The boy asked as he pulled out a cellphone from his back pocket. "I saw it here earlier and thought I should keep it safe in case someone came looking for it."

Eric felt a wave of relief when he saw his phone in the boys' hand.

"Yes, thank you. God, I was about to have a panic attack." Eric sighed happily as he took his phone back. He went to walk away and cry in a corner from embarrassment when the pretty boy called out for him.

"Wait. I see you around here a lot, but you never read." He said with a slight tilt in his head.

"I do read." Youngjae frowned.

"Earlier you had your book upside down." The stranger laughed softly. "Anyway, I guess I'm just curious. What do you do around here?"

"Well..."

I come here to see you. You're so pretty.

"I guess I just like the quiet. My roommate can be quite the handful." Youngjae gave a sheepish grin.

That was total bullshit, Eric didn't even have a roommate.

"Ah, I see." The stranger laughed again. What he said next nearly made Youngjae shit his pants. "Well, when you come again, sit with me. I'm always here."

Youngjae tried to control his breathing as the boy flashed his pretty smile. His knees nearly buckled when the boy reached up to mess with Eric's hair.

"Sure." Youngjae was able to croak out. "I'm Youngjae, by the way."

"I like that, it suits you." The stranger complimented. "My names Sunwoo."

Sunwoo. Pretty.

Sunwoo took a friendly bow and walked away.

Youngjae felt the urge to scream, clutching his phone to his chest as he internally lost his mind. As he left the library to his lecture hall, he dialed Hyunjae. His hyung picked up on the third ring.

"Hello?" He rasped. He was probably still sleeping, knowing Hyunjae.

"You are never going to believe what just happened."