He should really wipe the stupid grin off his face.
Jeonghan couldn't help it. His facial muscles have given up on him and decided to look like a clown the whole day.
He was also lapsing into embarrassingly childish giggles whenever he remembered the kiss on the rooftop.
Dear god, seungcheol had turned him to an idiot.
It was surprising (even to himself) that he had managed to get through the remaining classes without causing any accidents. He absorbed nothing of course. He just wanted the last bell to ring so that he could meet up with Seungcheol and continue where they left off.
Annoyingly, Cheol did not approve of Jeonghan cutting classes.
Hypocrite.
At least said hypocrite was waiting for him outside class, ignoring the curious glances from the other students.
Did a couple of his own female classmates just give Seungcheol very flirtatious smiles? Jeonghan wanted to shove them out of the way.
Great. Now Seungcheol had turned him into a violent criminal as well.
"Hey," Cheol greeted him with a knowing smirk.
"Hi," Jeonghan returned nonchalantly as he could.
He wanted to be all cool? Fine, two could play the game.
They started walking down the hall in silence.
Except that Jeonghan didn't think it was silent at all. Surely Seunghcheol could hear his heart pounding. Why did that bastard look so unfazed?
It was only when they reached the bottom of the staircase that the silence broke.
"Do you-"
"I guess-"
They stopped and stared at each other. Jeonghan fought not to gulp.
"Follow me." Cheol grabbed his arm.
Jeonghan trailed after him in a stupor. There was however an urgency in Seungcheol's long strides which gave him away.
He wasn't THAT unbothered after all. Jeonghan was elated.
After a few turns and a flight of stairs, Hannie realised where they were going to end up.
He whispered incredulously, "We're going to your classroom?"
"Yeah, best place," Seungcheol replied.
"How would you know?" Jeonghan demanded.
Seungcheol gave him a wry glance. "It's my class where No one likes school."
"Right." Jeonghan hadn't considered that.
True enough, when Seungcheol opened the doors, it was empty.
Jeonghan stepped inside and helpfully locked the door. He looked at Seungcheol expectantly.
"Thirty minutes before I need to get to work," Cheol said succinctly before pulling him in for a kiss.
They stumbled against the wall and slid down onto the floor, lips locked in a mad dance. It was wet and fierce. Jeonghan couldn't really tell where their hands were groping each other. He was drowning in an embrace. He could drown in this all day and not care. Seungcheol tasted of cigarettes.
"Fuck, you feel good," Seungcheol murmured. He undid the top button of Jeonghan's shirt and trailed his mouth across his collarbone.
Jeonghan's breath hitched. "I'm a fast learner."
"Yeah," Seungcheol chuckled and suddenly, they were acutely aware of how hard they both were, with their bodies pressed against each other.
They were teenage boys. One singular thought screamed between them.
"Do-do you want to?" Jeonghan croaked and nearly died of embarrassment.
"I'm not going to fuck you in school," Cheol hissed.
Who would have thought?Choi seungcheol. A sweet romantic.
Was he trying to stop Jeonghan's heart?
Jeonghan yanked his head down for another kiss.
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Of course he wanted to. He had been dreaming/having nightmares about Jeonghan for months and it nearly drove him mad.
However, Seungcheol was seized by an inexplicable desire to do the right thing. Fucking in school was a good cause for getting expelled. Putting it mildly. He also didn't want their first time to be a quick job on a damn concrete floor.
Stupid, stupid sentimental streak. Jeonghan's fault. Entirely. Damn it.
Then again, Jeonghan was now kissing him with a passion which was unlike anything Seungcheol had ever experienced.
He wasn't practised. It was a little jittery in parts. This wasn't the usual aggression which Seungcheol was used to with his more experienced flings.
However, it felt real. As if Jeonghan was trying to tell him something important. As if they both meant something together.
Somewhere in his malfunctioning brain, Seungcheol was extremely pleased with Jeonghan's forwardness. It was as expected of him.
They were both panting hard when they broke up for air .Jeonghan's face was a flush of cuteness.
"Um, I guess you need to go soon," he said almost demurely. Almost.
"Yeah." Seungcheol really, really didn't want to. "You heading home?"
"Uh, yeah," Jeonghan mumbled.
Seungcheol watched as his shade of pink morphed suspiciously into crimson.
"What is it?" Cheol demanded to know.
"N-Nothing," Jeonghan stammered.
"Jeonghan," Seungcheol enunciated his name slowly, deliberately.
The pair of brown eyes widened in embarrassment and mortification before Jeonghan shoved him away and blurted, "Fine! I'm going home to jerk off to you! Happy? Don't judge me, okay!"
Seungcheol stared at him and choked back a laughter.
Jeonghan noticed his shaking body and gave him another shove. "Don't laugh at me! It's your fault!"
Seungcheol chuckled. "Sorry."
"Well, you seem totally fine," Jeonghan huffed.
"I'm not," Cheol admitted freely. "Maybe I should call in sick."
Jeonghan glanced at him and smiled a little. "It's okay. I don't want to get you into trouble."
He had spent his entire life getting into trouble but there was something endearing in the way Jeonghan said it.
There was also the thought of what Jeonghan would be doing in bed while Seungcheol was cooking ramen and pouring beer.
He hoped he could survive the shift intact.
In the meantime, he should make Jeonghan suffer slightly since he couldn't take care of his own needs during work.
He murmured, "Wanna hear what I dream about you?"
Jeonghan's breath faltered. "W-what?"
"I fuck you with you beneath me," Seungcheol told him in a low voice, making sure to hold his gaze steady. "Sometimes from behind. I think there was one where we did it on the rooftop."
"You******pervert," Jeonghan whispered but there was a pleased smile threatening to sneak in.
Seungcheol ignored the comment and continued, "You're really expressive in my dreams, and I find that quite appealing."
Jeonghan couldn't even sputter any words. He just stared at Seungcheol in shock.
Seungcheol leaned so close that their lips were almost touching.
"Think of that later Hannie!!."
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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...
