Seungcheol climbed into his bed at the dorm, which he shared with five other boys, some around his age and some older. A couple of the beds were empty. Not that it mattered. They didn't talk to each other much anyway. The orphanage didn't exactly prioritise social skills.
His mind wandered to the recent bizarre situation at school. The perpetrator was Yoon Jeonghan. After the one-off supermarket trip, Cheol had believed that Jeonghan would consider the debt repaid and they would never speak to each other again,but-
He was wrong.
Instead, Jeonghan had somehow managed to invite himself to join Seungcheol at the rooftop during breaks, dropped by the ramen joint a couple of times a week and got hold of his mobile number.
Seungcheol's phone was now constantly flooded with messages, ranging from inane gossip to pieces of articles which Jeonghan in his deluded mind thought would interest him.
To be fair, some of the articles were interesting and Cheol did actually read them. Not that he'd admit it to Jeonghan.
He was even more perplexed with his own behaviour. Why the fuck did he allow Jeonghan to stick around? He didn't want jeonghan's charity, who smartly didn't offer any. He certainly as hell didn't have anything in common with Jeonghan. In fact, they couldn't be any more different.
"Hey, Choi. You awake?"
"Yeah?"
Park bogum, his bunk mate, hesitated for a while before whispering. "You heard about woo-seok?"
"No, what about him?" Seungcheol asked. woo-seok was the oldest amongst them and was in his final year in high school.
"Well..he's gone. Overdose. I heard from the guard."
seungcheol fell silent. He didn't feel anything. He couldn't even feel shocked and that was the worst part.
"That's screwed up right? I mean, we do stuff but you know," bogum went on.
"Happens," Seungcheol commented.
"True. Well, gotta watch out for ourselves. No one's gonna care about us," Bogum yawned.
Cheol could hear Bogum's snoring after a few minutes. He stared at the ceiling of the bed.
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He placed the bowl of ramen on the counter.
"Thank you for the food!"
Seungcheol repressed a sigh at the sight of the cheerful black-long haired student at the counter, slurping his noodles. It was still early so Jeonghan was the only customer.
"Your pal must really like the noodles here," his co-worker Junhui commented, confused and curious.
"A looker though. I'm not complaining," Minghao sniggered on the side.
Seungcheol shot them a warning glare, which shut them up.
They were used to grouchy or drunk salarymen, not like seungcheol who looked like a bloody prince out of some high school manga. He even had the damn doe-like eyes.
He really shouldn't be here.
"Get lost before the dinner crowd," he told Jeonghan, who was fixated at his phone while eating.
"Yup. Don't worry," Jeonghan responded dismissively, engrossed in whatever he was reading.
Seungcheol wanted to hiss that he was not worried but then realised that would be a lie. He was going to get a smoke when Jeonghan stood up after taking a call, nearly knocking his bowl over.
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Fanfiction"It's a set," jeonghan whispered. "We have to keep them together. Always." The same words. seungcheol remembered how small jeonghans voice was back then. The hope in his eyes. The nervousness in his hands. He also remembered the tightness under his...
