NIGHTMARE

15 | oh boy, look at that ass

"great, now you know where i live," said changkyun with a smirk, as they pulled up outside his place.

"mhm, looks like you'd better hand your homework in on time from now on," kihyun replied, rolling his eyes.

"what? you're gonna come over and punish me?"

kihyun smacked his thigh irritably, whilst changkyun laughed at him.

"thanks for the lift, hyung," he said.

"next time, tell your mom about your school trips," kihyun sighed.

"see you in school!" changkyun unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his bag.

"yeah, see y-"

kihyun was cut off, startled, by changkyun speedily kissing his cheek, leaving the teacher blushing and speechless.

"bye, sir!"

kihyun watched the younger dash towards the house, whilst he tried to get his brain to work again. "t-that's a d-detention!" he spluttered.

changkyun looked over his shoulder and flashed him a bright grin...

...

that's when kihyun snapped out of his daydream. it was just a dream, right? thank god.

but then he looked across his senior student class and his eyes landed upon lim changkyun's teasing smirk.

nope, that really was what happened on saturday, when he'd dropped changkyun home. not wanting to think about it any longer, kihyun buried his head in his hands.

changkyun just didn't know where the line was - he probably didn't know there even was a line - and he definitely was not aware he'd crossed it a long time ago. unfortunately, there was nothing kihyun could do about it.

"sir! can you help me with this thing?" a girl asked from the front row.

"sure thing," kihyun smiled at her, and hopped over to her desk to give her a hand.

the whole time kihyun leant on this student's table, he was painfully aware of changkyun in the back row staring at his ass.

to be fair, changkyun reasoned to himself, kihyun's ass looked extremely good in those dress pants he wore as part of his work suit.

"chang. changkyun. hellooo...?"

sewoon was waving a hand in front of his face and changkyun blinked. "huh?"

"what did you write about helena for this bit?" sewoon asked, tapping changkyun's empty page with his pen.

changkyun lifted the page to show him. it was blank.

"oh," said sewoon. he sighed. "jiyeon, let me copy your work," he said, turning around to the desk behind.

"no," said jiyeon. she was busy staring at the back of changkyun's head.

sewoon thought about this for a second. "what if i lend you a pen?"

jiyeon ignored him. "changkyunnn," she said, "do you have a girlfriend?"

sewoon gave a long eyeroll, inhaling sharply with frustration. "changkyun, ask jiyeon to copy her work," he said, prodding his friend in the side.

"hm?" changkyun couldn't tear his eyes away. kihyun's ass just looked so-

"but do you have a boyfriend?" jiyeon interrupted his train of thought. she blinked in confusion since she'd muddled her words. "girlfriend, i mean girlfriend. changkyunnie?"

"no, i don't have a fucking girlfriend," changkyun snapped irritably. "do your work."

sewoon let out a hoot. "says you, slacker. do something so i can copy you."

changkyun was about to slap his friend, but lowered his arm when a teacher knocked at the door and came inside.

"mr. yoo! i was wondering if i could advertise the weightlifting club, and stick a poster on your door? numbers have been low recently..."

mr. son... the math teacher. he was buff and broad-shouldered beneath the white shirt he wore, sleeves rolled to the elbows to expose the veins in his lower arms. he was tall, tanned, glowing, almost like a greek god, and all the girls' heads turned his way. even kihyun looked a little in awe of mr. son's presence.

and that is when the math teacher became changkyun's biggest enemy.

"o-of course," kihyun answered mr son, cursing himself for stuttering, "uh... feel free to leave it with me-"

"it's okay, i don't have a class right now, so i'll just..." mr son leant closer to kihyun to reach for the sticky tape, "i'll just stick this on the door."

kihyun wanted to slap himself. he couldn't freeze up around every single attractive guy he met. mr. son was just being nice, after all.

changkyun watched the encounter from his seat, scowling in mr son's direction. it was hard to hate the teacher since he was so nice, but changkyun tried his best to shoot loathing glares his way.

but as the lesson was finishing, changkyun cracked a smile. mr son hadn't stayed overnight in kihyun's apartment. mr son hadn't been in kihyun's car. mr son hadn't got an everything but the kitchen sink sundae with kihyun. and mr son definitely hadn't surprised kihyun with a kiss on his way home.

he could beat mr son any day of the week.

changkyun was smirking as he walked towards the door, slowing down at the teacher's desk. "where's that detention you owe me, sir?" he asked.

kihyun was perched on the edge of the desk looking up at him. "what detention?"

changkyun stepped closer. "don't play innocent with me, sir," he said, "you know what you promised."

kihyun stood up then and crossed his arms indignantly. "don't you have a class to get to, changkyun?"

changkyun leant in so his lips were close to kihyun's ear. "i just wanted to tell you..." he whispered, "...you've got a nice ass."

that's when kihyun felt a hand on his ass and he pushed changkyun away, cheeks aflame. "detention for an hour after school wednesday," he said angrily.

changkyun laughed and skipped out of the room. on his way out, he tore down the poster mr son had stuck up earlier. weightlifting club didn't seem like a terrible idea. maybe kihyun would take him seriously when he looked like less of a kid.

and besides, as they always say - keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

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