Minho went to the locker room to change. He still wore a frown on his face and his ears were still red.
'Can't believe he made me look naked' . He was feeling embarrassed and exposed. He opened his locker to find out its empty. His P.E uniform was not there too.
'At least a towel to dry?' he internally hoped. He let out an irritated sigh and whined out loud.
Just then, he felt something being tapped against his back. Out of reflex, he turned around and got hold of that hand.
But seeing his face, Minho quickly turned out, trying to cover his chest with his arms.
"At least dry your hair. I don't want you to fall sick on me" he said.
"Just fuck off". Minho replied.
Minho felt turned around a bit harshly and that person started drying his wet hair.
"Why are you acting like you care about me? Leave me alone" Minho tried pushing him away from him.
"I believe you don't have a spare set to change into. How are you going to step out from here? Do you want everyone to stare at you?" The person said with a stern voice, aggressively trying to dry his hair.
"That's my problem to deal with. The heck's your problem Hwang?" Minho said, finally and successfully pushing the other off from him.
Hyunjin felt something snap in him. He was just trying to make up for the silly prank he did and Minho is acting like a brat.
He quickly slammed Minho into locker, to which the shorter flinched, trapping him with his head between his arms. "I don't want others eyeing you like that", he said with a low voice, sending shivers down Minho's spine.
He noticed how Hyunjin's eyes turned into something he can't explain. It felt something like possessive.
"You don't own me Hwang Hyunin" Minho deadpanned with the same intensity.
Suddenly, Minho felt Hyunjin divng his head into his neck. It started with light feather kisses. Hyunjin brushing his plump lips along the left collarbone of Minho's.
Minho felt his head fuzzy. He started squirming and hitting Hyunjin on his shoulders to back off. But his hits felt like soft pokes to Hyunjin. "ya...stop! What are you doing?"
Minho gasped when he felt something warm and sticky gliding across his neck before he felt a sharp pain. He felt like he was bit by a vampire.
He shut his eyes from the pain. With all his might, he pushed off from him and looked at him with wide eyes, his hands on his neck where he got bit.
"Now, that mark symbolizes that I own you Lee" Hyunijn said with a smirk.
'M-mark?'
Minho quickly rushed towards the mirror to see a red mark which was soon turning into a purplish bruise on his neck. He felt furious and violated.
"You jerk! How dare you?" Minho lunged at him. Hyunjin got hold of wrist with ease. "Easy there baby boy" he said with smirk.
"I'm not an object that you can own Hwang. How dare you abuse me?!", Minho with fire in his eyes.
Minho snapped out of his intense glare when he felt a hand snaking around his waist. He was pulled closer till his chest made contact with Hyunjin.
At that moment, he felt like his voice betrayed. Nah. His entire body betrayed. Their eyes met and Minho soon lost himself staring at those brown orbs. Blaming the slight height difference, he unconsciously rested his hands by the other's shoulder.
"What's wrong Lee? Cat caught your tongue?".
The atmosphere tensed. Hyunjin maintained his cocky attitude with a smirk while Minho was trying to voice out his protest. He gulped.
Maybe he was hallucinating. Maybe he wasn't. But it did seemed like Hyunjin's eyes glanced down at his lips for a fraction of a second.
Before he knew it , he felt a soft pair of lips meeting his. He was trying to process the whole situation. It felt so unreal.
Well, there goes his first kiss. Stolen by his sworn enemy in a locker room after almost killing him.
He flinched when Hyunjin started moving his lips against his lips. What was he supposed to do? He internally started panicking.
He pushed Hyunjin off him again. "What the fuck's your problem? Stop meddling in my life!" , he yelled, anger evident in his voice.
"Why are you being a crybaby about it?" Hyunjin snickered. That was when Minho realized that his eyes were tearing.
"You don't know anything about me. Shut the fuck up!!"
With that Minho stormed out of the locker room in his soaked clothes. Hyunjin cursed under his breath at his arrogance.
Minho hadn't realized until the others started recording him at the hallway. Reality hit him like a truck and tried to shield himself from the flashes and camera by covering himself.
How he wished he brought Hyunjin's coat with him. He felt humiliated. "Stop please..." he pleaded with his head down.
He tried to scoot away in a flash when he felt some of their filthy hands on him. "Who are you tryna seduce whore?" one of them scoffed.
"Leave me alone...-YA", he yelled when one of them tried to touch his chest.
"Aw. C'mon you slut. Lemme feel those tiddies of yours", they laughed as they continued to humiliate him.
"I told you to change into a fresh set back there", a voice was heard which was familiar to Minho.
He turned as he sniffled. He doesn't want to humiliate himself further by balling his eyes out. The tears might find its way down his cheeks if he blinked.
"Hyunjin...", his voice cracked as he called out for the younger.
