G̷o̷o̷d̷ ̷B̷o̷y̷ ̷G̷o̷n̷e̷ ̷B̷a̷d̷ (𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙!)

I'm Always On Your Side.

Have you been told you're beautiful today?

I sure hope so, because you're beautiful

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Yoon-oh arrived to school, anxious about the weekend that was only a day away. He ran through the halls, trying to find Jungwoo. He didn't even give himself any time to apologize to the people he ran into, instead wishing they'd move out of his way so he could find the younger faster. 

"Young man! Why are you running in the halls?" Mrs Won stepped in the teen's way, successfully stopping him in his tracks.

"Oh! Hello Mrs Won." Yoon-oh said, not even bowing fully and instead just bobbing his head down quickly. 

"Yoon-oh, didn't I stop you yesterday? What's going on with you?" She asked, obviously shocked with the teen's lack of respect.

"I uhh...I uhm, I-I'm trying to find someone Mrs Won." He said, looking over the short woman, hoping he could find the person he was desperately looking for, not really paying any attention to what the teacher was saying.

The woman recoiled her head, "okay..." She said awkwardly, walking past the teen with a sigh.

Yoon-oh kept running around the school, trying his best to find the younger. He checked everywhere, his locker, Jungwoo's and even classrooms they frequented.

"Yoon-oh!"

The tall male turned his head in the direction of the voice, his lips curling into a smile, "Jungw- oh, Dongyoung hyung?"

The raven haired teen slowed down, "hey Yoon-oh, you're still coming over tomorrow right?" He asked, not fully walking up to the younger and keeping a distance between each other so he didn't have to look up due to their height difference.

Yoon-oh blushed, his ears turning red and cheeks going pink, "y-yes of course hyung...h-have you seen Jungwoo by any chance?" He asked timidly.

"Who?"

"Right...you wouldn't know him...i-it's okay, I uhmm-"

"What's your phone number?"

"Huh? W-why do you need my phone n-number?"

"To text you my address, duh." Dongyoung rolled his eyes and put his hand out, "I'll put my number into your phone, I'll text you my address sometime tomorrow or something."

Yoon-oh knew his cheeks were bright red by now, "s-sure hyung..." He fished out his phone, opening the device and getting a new contact open.

"Here." 

Dongyoung took the phone and put in his contact, only bothering to put his number in, leaving the rest blank.

The taller wanted to run away somewhere and yell, he was so happy to have finally gotten the older's number, "I-I have to go hyung, bye."

"Alright, bye Yoon-oh. Can't wait for tomorrow." Dongyoung said, walking past the younger, their hands brushing each other ever so slightly, but Yoon-oh felt it all. He felt the tingle the slight contact created down his spin, the small hitching of his breath because of the warmth of Dongyoung's hand on his, reminding him how cold his own body was.