Metal

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He drums his fingers on his desk, taps his thigh with his other hand, bobs his foot up and down. Jongin feels ridiculously bored without Sehun being all high and mighty behind him. Of course, Kyungsoo's company is a great help, but they can only see each other for so long every day and math class is utterly intolerable without the occasional witty comment from his now-absent best friend. Besides the boredom, he's also full of worry. Sehun is in danger. He could be dead and Jongin wouldn't know because, goddammit, he's stuck here.

He taps his fingers faster.

The lunch bell rings after what seems like forever, and just seconds later Kyungsoo bounds in with two lunch boxes in hand. Jongin thanks his lucky stars; Kyungsoo had cooked for him.

The food is absolutely heavenly and he finishes it in minutes, making Kyungsoo beam at him. One of Kyungsoo's greatest joys is seeing his boyfriend eat food that he cooked. He likes to picture this often, only the daydreams take place four years in the future within a big, posh apartment in a rich city filled with them, Jongin's three dogs, and a single bedroom. 

He reddens at the thought and Jongin pecks him on the cheek as thanks. Sometimes, he doesn't understand what the short boy thinks about, but he looks awfully cute sitting there staring at Jongin with those big eyes and heart-shaped, pink lips. Kyungsoo blinks a couple times at the soft impact on his face; it had awoken him from his imagination. He looks at Jongin with a smile and Jongin gives him another peck, on the lips this time.

Jongin leans back with a crooked smirk, and sighs as he rests his elbow on the desktop. 

"What's wrong?" Kyungsoo asks. His boyfriend never sighs; he's much too uncaring for that.

"Nothing's wrong, I guess." He tries to wave it off.

"Thinking about Sehun?"

Jongin admits defeat. "Yeah."

Kyungsoo feels a twinge in his heart. He isn't one to get jealous easily, but Sehun is a different story. Jongin is unnaturally clingy to his friend, and Kyungsoo understands that. They've been together since early childhood; Kyungsoo is the newcomer. But there's still something odd about it and he's not sure how to feel about the two.

He hugs Jongin, who responds by wrapping his arms around Kyungsoo's waist and giving him a squeeze. "It'll be okay," Kyungsoo says. "He's just fine, I'm sure."

Jongin pulls back and kisses him a third time on the corner of his lips. "Thanks Soo, you're the best."

The bell rings and Kyungsoo reluctantly leaves Jongin to his thoughts again. The day passes slowly.

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Sehun finds the time in the morning to brew his own coffee.

He's never done it often before, but quite likes the earthy aroma that fills the kitchen and the hot mug in his hand. He breathes in deeply before taking the first sip. The bitter taste washes over his tongue and down his throat, and he lets it sit before taking another swallow.

Dim light streams in through the window; the sky outside is too cloudy to allow any more sunlight flood the room. He sits at the "kitchen", a place set up for more of the casual cooking around the house (coffee, microwavable leftovers, etc.) The real cuisine magic happens in a separate part of the house where the chef and some staff are, but this room is a nice disguise. Marble-top counters, overly-complicated kitchen ware, a few bar-stools, one of which he sits upon now. He spins around nonchalantly with his foot, kicking the side of the table and taking in his coffee leisurely. He has a lot on his mind, some things he'd rather avoid thinking about, so he lets himself get lost in the scents of coffee beans and the sounds of the metal chair squeaking as he turns around...and around...and around....