It was a scorching summer when it all began. With hindsight, Seungcheol would admit that he had been one fucking bastard in the way he had treated Jeonghan all summer.
They had been best friends (somehow) for two years by then. They were going to be seniors in high school after the break. Jeonghan was focused and set on doing well and going to one of the best universities.
Seungcheol couldn't care less what happened to him. Every year that had passed, it seemed as if it was becoming all the more apparent that Jeonghan grew up in a different world from him. When Jeonghan began to talk about the future, all he could think of was that Jeonghan was slipping away.
Hanging out with a delinquent in high school was all good but after that, why would Jeonghan want to associate with someone with nothing to offer?
Seungcheol was pissed off and scared. And he manifested those feelings in the only way he knew how - by ignoring Jeonghan. He believed that if he could pretend that he didn't care, then it might become true.
Jeonghan, true to form, had been patient and did his best to cheer Cheol up. He kept coming back for more even when Seungcheol had all but told him to fuck off.
One day, it blew up, spectacularly.
Jeonghan had found him smoking on the rooftop of the school after the last bell (Seungcheol had replicated the keys for them which he had 'borrowed' from the school janitor).
"Cheol!" Jeonghan knelt beside him and announced. "I've been looking for you. Where have you been?"
Seungcheol just looked at him coolly.
Undeterred, Jeonghan snorted, "Jeez, you are still in a mood. Come on, summer's going to be over soon. We should go hang out somewhere."
"Not interested."
"Why not?" Jeonghan was exasperated. "I found us a good deal. Shua's parents run an inn by the sea and he said that if we can help out at the inn, they'll let us stay for free!"
Jeonghan did not need to work at an inn for lodging, Seungcheol was painfully aware of that. All Jeonghan had to do was ask and his mother would be able to buy him a ticket for a trip to anywhere he wanted.
It was Seungcheol who couldn't afford anything and Jeonghan was kind and generous enough to sacrifice his comforts to spend time with him.
That pissed him off even more.
"Just leave me alone, will you?" he said cuttingly. "Go on the trip with people from your class."
"But we should spend time together," Jeonghan insisted. "The third year is going to be hectic with exams and all. Look, I've looked up the train schedules and stuff to do-"
Seungcheol, to this day, could never explain what he did next. All he knew was that he had a sick feeling in his stomach when he slapped Jeonghan's wrist away, sending the papers flying everywhere.
A moment of silence stood between them.
Then Jeonghan erupted.
"You bastard! What the hell is wrong with you?" the usually cheerful and easy-going boy shouted. "You've been moody all summer and taking it out on me!"
Seungcheol stood up and killed his cigarettes, walking away.
Jeonghan wouldn't have it. He followed and grabbed Cheol's arm.
"Choi Seungcheol! What's wrong? Tell me!"
"Shut up," Seungcheol wrenched his arm away. "What's it to you anyway."
And the next thing he felt was a hard slap across his cheek.
Jeonghan yelled, "You idiot! Having the guts to say that. I'm your best friend, that's why! I don't know what's gotten into you but you could at least tell me instead of acting like a bloody idiot!"
Seungcheol only told him coldly, "See you around."
"Stop acting so cool," Jeonghan raised his voice further. "You never lose control. You just tell me to fuck off as and when it pleases you. Do you even think of me as a friend?"
Seungcheol whirled around and was about to bite back when he saw the tears welling up in Jeonghan's eyes.
"You're so mean," Jeonghan whispered.
"Idiot," Seungcheol felt his control slipping away.
Jeonghan ranted on, "I wish I'd never met you. You're really mean to me."
"Shut up,"Cheol hissed.
"The worse," Jeonghan didn't seem to hear him anymore. "You're really the worse."
Seungcheol abandoned all restraint and pressed Jeonghan against the fence, kissing him fiercely.
Jeonghan was frozen. Shocked. His eyes widened.
Then Seungcheol realised what he had done and backed off.
"Shit," he cursed and was going to apologise when he felt his shirt pulled closer and Jeonghan's lips pressed against his.
It was tentative, shy. But definitely a kiss.
Jeonghan stepped back and looked down, his hands still on Seungcheol's shirt.
Silence hung over them.
"What are you doing," Cheol finally said.
"God knows," Jeonghan croaked.
"Shit, you're crying," Seungcheol softened.
"It's your fault."
Cheol sighed and pulled Jeonghan into his arms, holding jeonghan's head on his shoulders. They stayed like that for some time.
"Why are you so mean to me," Jeonghan murmured.
Seungcheol said quietly, "I don't know."
"You've to take responsibility," Jeonghan whispered.
"What, it's just a kiss," Cheol teased.
"It was my FIRST kiss! You-" Jeonghan looked up and started.
Seungcheol held his head gently and kissed him once more. This time, he poured all his passion into the kiss, including his tongue, and noticed Jeonghan shiver in response. The warmth of their bodies seemed to radiate through the air, creating an electric atmosphere that enveloped them both. Seungcheol's heart raced as he deepened the kiss, feeling the softness of Jeonghan's lips against his own, the taste of him intoxicating and sweet.
When they broke off, he told jeonghan seriously, firmly, quietly, "You're mine, okay?"
Jeonghan only smiled beautifully. "Okay."
Seungcheol couldn't help but smile too. "Okay."
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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...
