"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...
"You've not been around much," Kai, one of his classmates, shouted over the music blaring at the abandoned car park. "This is the first time I've seen you here in a while."
"Work," Seungcheol replied succinctly.
"Oh..got it. Gotta earn some cash, huh?" Kai laughed. He gestured to an older guy standing in the corner. "He's got some good stuff today. Wanna get some?"
"Later," Cheol lied. No point explaining that watching your own parent gone stone cold from meth overdose had a way of putting you off hard drugs.
Kai shrugged and bounced off to make his purchase.
but his comment got Seungcheol thinking though.
He had been spending an increasing amount of time with Jeonghan. Usually at the ramen store and occasionally, over at Jeonghan's place.
The first time he had properly been inside Jeonghan's apartment was a shock to the system. It looked like some damn magazine photoshoot. Everything in perfect expensive order.
Seungcheol felt so out of place until he saw Jeonghan's bedroom, which was best described as organised chaos.Seungcheol didn't understand why anyone needed so many books in all sorts of genre.
Jeonghan also had a gift for making anyone feel comfortable. He rattled on about the new console game he bought and if he perceived Seungcheol's discomfort, he simply pretended not to notice.
He would admit that he liked hanging out with Jeonghan. What he couldn't understand was why. It irritated and confounded him at the same time.
"Coups, want one?" someone yelled, holding a pack of cigarettes.
"Yeah," he nodded and walk tow ards that guy
Not that smoking would give him any answers.
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The so-called café was a scene out of a nightmare (or dream, depending on one's taste). Seungcheol blinked at the sheer amount of frills, pastels and plastic flowers adorning the classroom.
He had only agreed to visit after the festival was over and people have cleared out. That was a wise move, Seungcheol told himself.
"You're here!"Jeonghan exclaimed from behind him.
Seungcheol swung around and stared blankly at jeonghan.
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"Don't. Say. Anything," Jeonghan warned as he entered the classroom, balancing a couple of plates and a pot on a tray.
Seungcheol smirked. "What happened to the butler theme?"
"Class decided this was better,like halloween" Jeonghan sighed and then continued in a huff. "You shouldn't judge. I'll have you know that I received many compliments and photo requests for my outfit today."
"Suits you." On a second look, Jeonghan didn't look half bad in it. How that was possible was a mystery.
Jeonghan set the tray on one of the desks and narrowed his eyes, as if assessing whether Seungcheol was making fun of him.
"Nevermind," Jeonghan decided and pointed to the desk. "I saved these for us."
Seungcheol finally noticed two slices of cakes on the plates.
"You're my last customer today!" Jeonghan told him cheerfully. "Take a seat!"
"Right," Seungcheol took a chair and watched as Jeonghan poured tea from the pot into two cups. He asked, "Why are we doing this?"
Jeonghan rolled his eyes. "Because you won't visit during the festival like any other normal person?"
Not a very satisfactory answer but Seungcheol let it pass. He picked up the cup and took a gulp.
He nearly spit it out in shock.
The tea was definitely spiked with hard liquor.
"Like it?" Jeonghan grinned boyishly, clearly relishing his reaction.
"Aren't you supposed to be the role model student?" Seungcheol accused, though he found himself smiling slightly.
"I am! But Aunt sumin gave me a small sample bottle from her trip," Jeonghan defended himself. "And I read that gin goes well with the tea."
Then he insisted, "Admit it, you like it."
"Not bad," Seungcheol took another smaller sip.
Jeonghan smiled smugly and started on the cake. "Anyway, you should've seen the crowd today! We definitely won the bet so everyone's happy. Clean-up is going to be awful tomorrow though. I am so tired from waiting tables. I don't know you do it at work..."
While Jeonghan was holding a conversation with himself, Seungcheol realised how absurd the scene was. Jeonghan in his harley queen costume, him in his ratty jeans and hoodie, them drinking spiked tea out of a white teapot.
He also got a proper look at Jeonghan. The genuine sparkle in his eyes. The warmth in his voice.
He was so fucking cute it hurt.
"What are you staring at?" Jeonghan stopped suddenly and asked suspiciously. "You're still thinking that I look ridiculous, aren't you?"
Seungcheol didn't trust himself to say anything so he just smirked.
"I knew I should've changed," Jeonghan mumbled and turned a shade pink.
