G̷o̷o̷d̷ ̷B̷o̷y̷ ̷G̷o̷n̷e̷ ̷B̷a̷d̷ (𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙!)

You Should Know That.

Thank you to the cuties who put up with my hiatus, ily for that ♡♡♡

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Yoon-oh rushed through the halls, panting lightly from previously running, only stopping because a teacher had gently asked him not to.

"I'm late!" He kept saying under his breath as he snaked through the crowds of students, not wanting to bump into anyone.

Even when he pushed the doors of the library open, he still sprinted to the back, praying the librarian didn't catch him. 

When the brunet sat down, he was met with a pair of angry feline eyes staring at him, "took you long enough." The older said, his words cutting a hole in Yoon-oh's heart.

"S-sorry hyung...I was just caught up in some work and I-"

"I don't give a fuck, I just want to get this over with." Dongyoung huffed, pushing his papers towards the younger.

Yoon-oh took the papers, shyly glancing at the older across the table from him, his eyes immediately being attached to the blue streaks in Dongyoung's raven black hair. 

A snap in his face brought his mind back to zero, "hello? Can you look over the homework already?" Dongyoung huffed, sitting back down once he was sure the younger was focused.

"Uh, yeah! Yeah...yes of course, I'll just uh, look over...this." Yoon-oh, he cleared his throat to prevent his voice from cracking the next time he spoke.

The table was silent, Yoon-oh reading over the poem, occasionally glancing up at the older, who had a red lollipop in his mouth, the candy tinting his lips a pretty cherry color and the spit making them glossy. The taller subconsciously bit the end of his pen, his eyes glued to Dongyoung's mouth and completely off of the parchment he was supposed to be reading, watching the way his tongue swirled the lollipop around in his mouth, the whole scene making Yoon-oh feel several foreign emotions.

A loud smack on the table brought the teen back to his senses, "hey! What the fuck are you staring at? Aren't you supposed to be reading the poem?" The elder said, annoyed that the brunet was dragging this on for longer than it was supposed to be.

"Sorry! I-I was just distracted....the-the poem is okay I guess, it just needs a little work is all." He lied, he hadn't even gotten past the first line of the poem. That didn't mean he was going to tell him that.

Dongyoung sat back down in his seat with a huff, he pulled out a few familiar looking pieces of  paper, putting them down carelessly onto the table in front of them.

"W-what are those hyung?" Yoon-oh said with a gulp, he knew exactly what those sheets of paper were, but he wasn't going to let him know that of course.

"Some stupid poems someone's been putting in my locker," he put one down in front of the younger, "do you know anything about them?" He asked, a raising a delicate eyebrow in question.

"N-no! O-o-of course not!"

Dongyoung rolled his eyes, "whatever, translate it into Korean for me." 

"Huh? But why?" Yoon-oh blinked in confusion.

"Because I'll just use it instead of writing one."

"Oh...I dunno about that hyung, isn't that plagiarism?"

Dongyoung scoffed, "as if I care about that, no one's gonna find out anyway," He leaned over the table, his face way too close for the younger's liking, "right Yoon-oh?" He said in a flirty tone, looking up at the brunet with big eyes, never giving any sign of looking away.