Seungcheol picked up the call in the middle of a report without looking at the caller ID. His laptop's screen flashed a PowerPoint presentation. The documents sprawled across and the eighth cup of coffee for that day made a mess of his desk.
seungcheol ; in bold
jeonghan; in italics
"Seungcheol."
A small silence.
"C-cheol."
His fingers tightened around the phone. "Hannie."
Another moment of quiet before the voice asked, almost timidly, "Did I call at a wrong time?"
"No," Seungcheol raked through his hair, trying to loosen himself up. "How are you?"
"I'm doing fine," Jeonghan replied. "I passed all my papers. I have a job offer at a publication house."
"Good," Cheol could only manage. "Congratulations."
"How have you been?"
"Busy. It's typical for an analyst."
"Miss being a student now, don't you?" Jeonghan teased, with an almost wistful tone.
"No." Even Seungcheol knew that he was being terse. He didn't mean to sound so cold. It was the only way he could control the shaking in his voice.
Jeonghan was going to say something when he was interrupted by a voice in the background.
A male voice. Cheol tensed.
"You go ahead first. I'll ring the bell!" Jeonghan called out to whoever it was before turning back to their conversation. "Sorry, I am out with someone at the moment."
"A friend?" Seungcheol inquired.
"Yeah," Jeonghan said all too quickly. Then he added almost too quietly, "No. It's..we've been out on a few dates. We share the same classes."
It took all of Cheol's willpower not to break something, hurt something, anything to numb the sudden pain in his chest, ease the suffocation in his throat.
Yet, all he did was to ask, "Going well?"
There was a sharp intake of breath. Then Jeonghan replied almost mechanically, "So far, so good. He's nice. Family's in shipping."
"That's great," Seungcheol offered politely. He stood up and gripped the sides of the desk. "I hope-"
Jeonghan cut him off sharply. "I am at the street below his apartment. We just had dinner at a really fancy restaurant. I drank so much I can't think straight."
"Jeonghan!," Seungcheol warned.
Jeonghan bit out every word boldly, heatedly in a whisper. "He thinks I've never been with a man. He hasn't even kissed me. Tonight, he is going to try and he is going to kiss me, hold me and fuck me. Are you listening to me Choi seungcheol?"
"Why are you telling me this?" Seungcheol asked icily, even as he felt his world crashing down.
"Forget it," Jeonghan whispered. "You don't understand anything."
"Why?" Cheol hissed, raising his voice.
"Because......... Because I want you to tell me to stop Choi Fucking seungcheol!!" Jeonghan shouted. He choked, as if almost in tears. "I want you to tell me not to go up with him. I want you to be angry at me for even thinking about it. I want you to yell at me that you'd kill me if I do it."
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Fanfic"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...
