Cliché

Chapter Eighteen: Bull

Author's Notes:

This chapter is sponsored by the big list of:

Things I find funny in stories but would hate in real life.

Also, so for disappearing.

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"John?"

"Yes dear?"

"What are you doing?"

"Updating my collection"

"Yes, but why is your collection photos of me and Nick?"

Leon was standing right behind his friend's desk, hands on the hips and a not so friendly expression on his face. John was pretending not to notice him there, humming to a kpop song while he organized some pictures of the two boys that Mark had taken on their trip and some that he took on his own.

"Little John, I am talking to you" A vein popped on Leon's forehead and he wore a fake smile.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you over all the money I'm gonna make selling these" John answered happily.

He held up two pictures in front of his face, analyzing them methodically. The first one was the one he took on their trip: Nick and Leon looking like a complete wreck, entangled in each other's arms, clothes wrinkles and hickeys on sight. The second one was the picture he took some days ago at Nick's room when Leon was sick: John managed to make the photo look like they were caught in a rendezvous or something, both boys looking disheveled, surprised and very very red.

Nick was so startled that day that he pushed Leon off him with brute strength and threw him out of his room without looking back. Mark and John brought him to their room and it only took one more day for the boy to recover fully.

He also found out he was the only one who didn't know where the senpai's room was, it seemed like it was common knowledge, but being the social butterfly he was – sarcasm intended – of course, Leon didn't know.

"Which one do you think is better for the cover?" John pondered.

Leon didn't know which one was worse. He wanted to both cry of mortification and give his friend a good beating for even asking this. He settled for snatching away the picture with the hickeys that was closer to him and using his other hand to spin the chair John was seated on, turning the boy to look at him.

"My sweet dear John" The taller boy said with a fake sweetness "Just what are you choosing this for? What money may you be talking about?"

The shorter one grinned, a playful expression on his face "The money we're gonna get from your shippers in today's fair"

"First: what fair? Second: what the actual fuck?" Leon was looming over the other, the fake smile on his face faltering with coldness.

"What do you mean what fair?" John relaxed against the back of the chair to be able to look his friend in the eyes. Sometimes Leon's height pissed him off, just how far was he supposed to crook his neck. "The Whatever Fair, the one the teachers have been talking about for weeks? Is your head so full of Nick that—"

John wasn't able to finish his sentence as Leon slammed his hands on the desk behind him, locking the shorter boy in place, arms on each side around the chair. Against his will, John shrunk on his seat under his friend's scrutinous gaze.

The redhead bent in, still looming over the other, but their faces were so close together that the shorter boy didn't need to crook his neck so much after all.