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"Now my dear boyfie, you still didn't miss me last night, did ya?" Yeonjun raised the question once they were comfortably settled by each other at their usual seat in the classroom. He had his arm thrown over his boyfriend's shoulders, pulling the younger close.

"What if I did?" Beomgyu asked back with an arched brow.

"I don't know." Yeonjun shrugged off with hints of a flattered smile ruling over his lips. "Let's go on a date."

"And what about the cultured as fuck, ideal boy Choi Yeonjun?" The younger asked with sly mimic.

"Fuck him." The pink-head sneered. "I just wanna be Choi Beomgyu's one and only boyfriend Choi Yeonjun."

Beomgyu blushed, unable to say something back. Yeonjun made him so nervous that he couldn't even manage a back flirt to say back. And he loved how giddy the elder made him feel inside. He elbowed Yeonjun, flustered. "Don't you get all cheesy."

"What's the bad part, babe?" Yeonjun smugly smirked. "You still the only one getting stuck in my cheese." He himself ended up laughing at his statement.

Beomgyu snorted to make it seem as though it didn't bother him, but his cheeks were getting painted red as he thought of it with his not-so-innocent brain. Yeonjun caught sight of that and immediately knew what his lover thought of. "You're such a perv prick!"

The walnut-head flushed, face flooded with heat. "Not my fault.." He murmured shyly, beating up his perverted mind mentally.

Nope, just imagine, he was mouthing and swallowing Yeonjun's hot member-

He was snapped out of his trance as his eyes spotted a familiar figure. He immediately knew who it was.

None other than that once bitch who Boemgyu couldn't even recall the name of, but for god's sake, every time she appeared, she'd drag Yeonjun along to some shitty debate competition or that kind of function.

And that was exactly what happened. One moment Yeonjun was there, laughing and giggling with him, and the next moment he was gone like a gush of wind. That girl raised the excuse that Yeonjun was needed at the student council for his upcoming speech at their Graduation Ceremony. The exams were only three weeks away and they wouldn't be able to practice their speeches while that went on. Therefore, she kind of pocketed Yeonjun and went away.

Beomgyu's dull pair of eyes didn't slide off his lover's gaze. The pink-head was swift to peck him on the cheek with the promise that if he couldn't make it to him at lunch or after school, he'd surely video call the younger at night.

The walnut-head kept staring at the two as they walked away chattering and gossiping. For fuck's sake, why was he such an asshole and not someone suitable for Yeonjun like that girl?

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"Beom?"

The walnut-head immediately turned around just to see his boyfriend beaming at him.

"Where's my princess going to like that?" Yeonjun's brows did a little dance.

It was true. Beomgyu was almost flying through the corridors and up the stairs towards the student council office. Jungkook was busy with Soobin at the canteen and even if Beomgyu kept waiting for Yeonjun to show up somewhere where the blonde wouldn't know, their lunch time would have gotten over but still his workaholic boyfriend wouldn't have been able to manage time. Thus, Beomgyu himself thought of visiting the elder shortly to say hi. But none of the others had thought of meeting their lover in front of the half-abandoned third-floor's boy's washroom.

"To go and meet his prince Charming," Beomgyu replied as he pulled the elder close for a peck.

And typically, Yeonjun didn't let go of the pair of lips he was addicted to. They finally pulled apart with drool dripping down their mouths after having done a short, make-out session.