Desire (ATEEZ Boy x Boy Oneshots Book II)

M | Chemistry | Hongjoong x Seonghwa

As requested by Nothinglessthantrash

Seonghwa was pure eye candy to everyone who knew him in college.

Even students who didn't know him would turn to observe his stunning looks.

His gait was elegant, body slim, and face ever so handsome.

Just about everyone was whipped for him. Teachers included.

All seemingly except for one person.

"Good morning," Seonghwa said as he walked in, carrying his white bag over his shoulder.

"Good morning, Seonghwa," his professor, Hongjoong, greeted. He didn't even spare a glance at him.

"Seonghwa."

"Hey, Seonghwa!"

"Baby, come sit over here."

"Let him sit on me for once."

Seonghwa coyly hugged his chest and rolled his eyes.

"I'm not sitting on anyone's lap today." He set his bag down. "That was just once."

A few boys hooted and teased the one guy who called for him.

Seonghwa sat down in a seat not too far away but near the back. He was aware of his effect on everyone, but rarely would he ever initiate something with them. A little rest on a lap, a peck. Not many hookups or partners.

He's had his fair share of heartbreaks.

"Quiet down," Hongjoong called. "If you're going to do this, take it outside."

The guys mumbled under their breaths, falling silent as Hongjoong began class.

The chemistry lecture went on forever. Seonghwa couldn't process most of what Hongjoong said. Project, project, homework, partners.

Until the bell outside rang.

"That's all for today. Please look online for your assignment, and I'll see you soon."

Seonghwa stood and gathered his things. No doubt one of the guys was going to walk with him.

"Seonghwa, please stay."

Seonghwa froze. What now?

"Guys," Hongjoong nodded his head towards the door. Seonghwa's entourage hesitantly walked out, commenting to see him around later.

Seonghwa silently stepped towards his professor, eyes on the ground.

"I'm concerned about you."

"Huh?"

Hongjoong turned and held out some printed papers. "These grades. Your performance is slowly going down, Seonghwa. What's going on?"

"..."

"Seonghwa?"

"I... I don't know."

Hongjoong sighed. "How can I help you? I want to help you." He leaned against his desk, eyes with worry.

"It's not... I don't know how to put it."

"Are you distracted? By those guys in the back?"

Seonghwa shrugged. "It's part of it."

Hongjoong's mouth twisted in thought. "Your mother called me earlier. She's worried about your study habits. You fall asleep often at home, and when you go out with friends, you don't get much done."

"..."

Hongjoong craned his neck to catch Seonghwa's low eyes. "Am I right?"

"Yeah."