𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑦 || 𝖻𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗃𝗎𝗇 ✗

03. || 𝗍𝗐𝗈.

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The next day, Beomgyu was already in class. There were a few other students there. He sat at the back of the class as usual, this time by the windows. He leaned back in his chair, a bored expression on his face. He let out a frustrated groan as he had forgotten his earphones at home, now he could no longer listen to music for the rest of the day, which made him want to bang his head against his desk. The class started to fill up with other students, including the narcissistic boy himself.

Once Yeonjun entered everyone's eyes were on him as usual, he greeted everyone with his usual cocky voice, before his eyes landed on Beomgyu and he scoffed, "I really wish I was blind." He chuckled as he eyed Beomgyu, making his way over towards his seat.
Beomgyu looked up from his desk once he heard Yeonjun's scoff and chuckle, an amused smirk appeared on his lips. He sat up straight in his seat, crossing his arms before responding. "You wish you were blind, huh? Well I wish I was deaf, that way I wouldn't have to hear your annoying, cocky and entitled voice."

"I found a little information about you, seems you moved here since little emo fucked with his teachers back home." Yeonjun smirked as he pulled out his phone and showed Beomgyu a leaked video of him. Everyone in the classroom gasped as they heard the news and were shocked.

Beomgyu's eyes widened as he saw the video. It was a video of his old school and of himself. Memories of the past, he grimaced slightly at the view but quickly went back to look calm and collected. He looked at Yeonjun, and everyone's shocked face as well. "And so what if that's true. Are you gonna use it against me?"
"Are you not ashamed for being a slut? A whore some toy whatever? That's disgusting having fucked all you're teachers because you wanted some fun." Yeonjun glared at him as he slipped his phone back in his pocket.

Beomgyu scoffed, clenching his fists tightly as he felt his anger growing inside of him. However, he tried to keep his cool, at least for now. But that last comment of his, it pushed a button, a wrong button at that. "Oh how funny, using my personal life and past against me. What's wrong, pretty boy. Are you jealous that I had my fun while you never did?"

Everyone fell silent in the room as they stared at Yeonjun, he felt his heart stop at the mention of such things. Of course he knew Beomgyu was new so he wouldn't understand, the students looked at Yeonjun and then looked towards Soobin who was in the room who solemnly looked down at his desk. Yeonjun huffed before clenching his fists.

"You don't know anything you stupid emo boy."
Beomgyu raised his eyebrows as he saw everyone fall silent, his gaze switching over towards Soobin for a moment. He then went back to look at Yeonjun. He smirked at what he said, amused and intrigued by this reaction. "Oh, does someone have a secret? You seem pretty pissed that I said that. Seems like that was true."
"No it isn't!-".

The teacher soon came and grabbed everyone's attention, the bell ringing signaling class had started. Yeonjun kept his head down the whole lesson as he messed around with his notes, still annoyed about the whole argument.
Beomgyu let out a soft chuckle at Yeonjun's response, before keeping his head down and pretending to pay attention. However, class was boring and tiring as usual, Beomgyu looked over at Yeonjun for a second and an idea popped into his head. He had smirked devilishly under his breath, a mischievous idea brewing in his mind.

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After an entire excruciatingly long 3 hours, class finally ended. Once the bell had rung, students began to get up and pack up their things. Beomgyu got up from his seat, throwing his bag over his shoulder before making his way over to Yeonjun's desk.
Yeonjun noticed him and rolled his eyes.
"Can you not, emo".

Beomgyu smirked proudly as he sat next to Yeonjun and rested his palm under his chin, "whatever I don't care if you're narcissistic or just some rude ass bitch. You're fucking hot".
"Gross!" Yeonjun made a disgusted face as he packed his supplies in his backpack.
Beomgyu chuckled before leaning in to whisper in Yeonjun's ear.
"Hey pretty boy, you free after school?" He whispered, watching as the boy in front of him flinched at his words and the feeling of Beomgyu's breath hitting his ear.
"What do you want."

Beomgyu chuckled at the response. "I wanna spend some time with you, that's all." Beomgyu smirked, glancing at the other students in the room. They were packing their stuff, chatting with each other and ignoring the two boys at the other end of the room.
"I'm working on a project after school at my house so no."
"Tch, that's a shame." Beomgyu faked a pout, sighing loudly as he rested his arm over Yeonjun's shoulders. "I was looking forward to spend some time with you, but it can't be helped, right? But why don't I join you, then we can work on that project together."

Yeonjun pursed his lips as he looked around the classroom only noticing the teacher was still present by was busy studying some papers. Yeonjun turned to look at Beomgyu before answering. "Fine."
Beomgyu's eyes widened a little, shocked that he actually agreed to let him join. He smirked and tilted his head to lean it on Yeonjun's shoulder. "Well... It looks like I get to spend some time with you after all. I look forward to going to your place, pretty boy." He teased a little, watching to see how Yeonjun would react to that.

"We'll walk to your place together after school then." With that, Beomgyu lifted his arm from Yeonjun's shoulder and began to walk to the exit of the classroom, a smirk on his lips as he looked back for a second to see Yeonjun's reaction. He finally looked away and made his way out of the classroom.

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Time had passed and after a couple of classes, school had finally ended. Beomgyu had already packed his bag and was now waiting outside of the school, leaning against the wall of the building as he watched other students leave.
He continued to wait until he spotted Yeonjun walking out. He stood up and quickly approached him, slinging an arm over his shoulder. "We meet again, pretty boy. Shall we head to your place now?" He said, glancing over at Yeonjun with a teasing look.

"Just hurry up before any of my friends see me with you" Yeonjun muttered as he grabbed Beomgyu's wrist and walked away quickly from the school area.
Beomgyu couldn't help but chuckle softly at Yeonjun's words, he allowed Yeonjun to take his wrist. As they walked away from the school, he raised an eyebrow. "What? Do you not want your precious friends to know you're secretly hanging out with me?"
"I hated you since the minute I laid eyes on you, get that clear."

Beomgyu hummed in response and glanced over at Yeonjun, a smirk on his lips. "But yet here you are, bringing me over to your house out of your own choice. Seems to me like you're starting to like me."
"I don't fuck with emo boys..." He stayed silent before immediately correcting himself, "don't even think of it in that way."
Beomgyu burst into laughter at Yeonjun's words. His smirk only grew wider as he leaned closer to him. "What's wrong, you're afraid of some teasing and flirting?"

"I'm not afraid of those small things."
Beomgyu tilted his head, a mischievous look in his eyes. He let out a low chuckle, "Prove it then. If you're so fearless, then you wouldn't mind if I get a bit touchy feely, hm?"
Yeonjun was taken aback by his words, feeling a sudden rush of comfort but he brushed it off, "a side hug is fine from you."

Beomgyu stared at Yeonjun with an amused look on his face. He didn't expect for Yeonjun to actually agree to allow him to lay a single finger on him. His smirk widened as he grabbed Yeonjun by the waist and held him close to his own body. "A side hug huh? Seems more like we're embracing if you ask me."
"Don't even think about that." Yeonjun responded as he felt himself lose up and feel protected in Beomgyu's warmth though he still had a glare in his stare.

A soft chuckle left Beomgyu's lips, his thumb rubbing circles on Yeonjun's exposed hip. "Aw, the great narcissistic Yeonjun is all soft just because I'm holding him? How cute."
"shut it" Yeonjun couldn't help but slightly smile as he looked down at Beomgyu's hand placement.

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