our trail of gold ; jeongcheol

Interlude ; Part 1 .

Jessica's feet thumped against the mattress as she stared over to the effeminate boy, her brother's boyfriend scribbling into a text book and smiling at her clearly portrayed giddiness.

"I can't believe you guys are graduating from high school."

Jeonghan ducked behind his textbook, gnawing at his lips. Both he and Seungcheol were finally in their last stretch of high school, both hitting eighteen and busy with their final exams and applications to pursue tertiary education. His life in high school had passed in a way that he hadn't even expected it to, and as he blinked, he realized that it probably had been the few best years of his life.

"Have you guys ever done it?"

The book was slammed down and Jeonghan stared, alarmed. "Jessica," he sputtered, "What are you even asking?" His voice was hoarse, and the innocence within him made his cheeks tinge and scour crimson.

"Ahhh..." Jessica rubbed her knuckles to the sides of her face. "You guys have done it! Oh my god, you really have. Your cheeks are so red that it's hilarious. When did you guys do it? When?"

Jeonghan wanted to pick back up his textbook and cover his face in shame. The teenage girl all skin and bones bounced closer, grinning madly.

"Hannnn....you love me too. Tell your baby sister."

Jeonghan opened his mouth in time to see Seungcheol's hand fall on top of his sister's head and heavily press down. "Stop embarrassing Jeonghan."

Jessica gasped, insulted. "I am not. You should be embarrassed for molesting and having sex with him. It's Jeonghan!"

"Like you haven't spied on most of our make out sessions you bubbling pervert?" Seungcheol dug his fingers into his sister's rich brown locks, ruffling it madly until she scowled and yelped. "Out."

His sister made a face with sunken cheeks, but she pecked Jeonghan on the side of his temple and bounced out of the room, door slamming shut.

Jeonghan's knees hit together uncomfortably as he grasped his resting text book.

"Are you really that embarrassed of our love making?"

"Eh?" Jeonghan bashed the fine papers of his book into his face and mumbled disconcertingly. "No. It's just that..." He whined, flustered. Seungcheol was laughing as his fingers yanked the book down, scooting closer to the smaller boy and kissing the tip of his nose.

"You're so cute," he said, pecking him on his squinted eyes and rubbing behind his ears. His fingers caught against a piercing, and the teenager marvelled at the array of black studs. "I'm still surprised you went for these."

"I like them," Jeonghan remarked, smiling shyly.

Seungcheol's eyebrow quirked, and he grinned. "Somehow, I believe behind your display of innocence and blushes is a darker personality just itching to evolve."

Jeonghan's lips pouted into a sigh. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Their forehead's touched and Seungcheol's lighter hair meshed into velvet strands.

"It means that I love you a little too much," he whispered, tossing the book away and destroying the yelp that came from the dark haired boy as it hit against his chest of drawers. He didn't relent until Jeonghan couldn't breath, and his body settled over the thinner form, groins pressing and the feel of hardened abs against a flat abdomen.