Streetrat <Jeongcheol>

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Jeonghan looked around school restlessly for Seungcheol, wanting to see that sweet face once again. Wanting to engulf the lonely boy in his arms, making him feel the love no one had ever given him. But he was no where to be found.

He spotted Mingyu, walking on the opposite side of the hall with his fingers interlocked with Wonwoo's. The two caught eyes and kept the contact for a few moments before Mingyu turned away, not showing a single bit of interest in the blonde. But Jeonghan brushed it off. He knew that nothing mattered to him except Seungcheol now. So he pushed thoughts of the other kids at school to the back of his head, not caring what they thought about him. As long as Seungcheol still thought of him like he did, he didn't care about anything.

After a while of waiting, Jeonghan finally decided to go to his class. He sat at his usual seat with the empty space behind him that would normally be filled by Seungcheol.

Minuets and minuets passed and Seungcheol still wasn't there. Skipping class seemed like something he'd do before, but Jeonghan knew that he would really skip. It would put down his GPA and he wouldn't go to a good college. So where was he?

Eventually, class ended and there was still no sign of Seungcheol.

Jeonghan hurriedly packed up his things and rushed out of the classroom, looking around for that black haired boy. As the hallways began to get more and more crowded, he started to walk towards his next class.his eyes still darted from face to face, hoping to find the familiar person.

He arrived at his second class and sat down. He watched out the door, still hoping Seungcheol will be there. And just before he was going to look away, there he was.

The two boys eyes met for a split second before Seungcheol was gone. Jeonghan jumped from his seat and bolted to the door, wanting desperately to see Seungcheol again. But unfortunately, he was met with a road block.

"Um, excuse me," Jeonghan said anxiously to Wonwoo who stood in the doorway.

"Sorry," the taller one replied, "you're not excused."

Jeonghan rolled his eyes and tried to push past him.

"Look," I really need to go see someone."

But Wonwoo pushed him back.

"Oh, I know exactly who you need to see. But I'm not going to let you."

"And why the hell not?"

"Because I know what you're trying to do, Yoon Jeonghan," Wonwoo suddenly looked terrifying, "if you're trying to ruin my friends life, I'm going to ruin yours."

Jeonghans face turned red and he snapped back at the boy in front of him.

"You don't get it. Just get out of my way, I wouldn't expect people with minds like yours to understand."

Wonwoo suddenly grabbed Jeonghan by the collar of his shirt with one hand and held the other in a fist over his shoulder. He would've swung, but the teacher caught the two and made them both take their seats.

Ten minutes passed of Jeonghan switching between thinking about ripping Wonwoo's head off, and daydreaming about Seungcheol. It was such a weird, yet, lovely feeling, likening someone you should hate. But he didn't mind it. He liked the adrenaline rush he felt when he was with him. It was something he had never felt before and he loved it.

Jeonnghans phone buzzed and a notification of a text message popped up on his screen.

Seungcheol
Can you meet me in that little room next to the library? Like now?