Got it // Seoksoo

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Chan felt his cheeks grow deeper red. He fidgets his fingers under the lunch table between his thighs, as he sighs and tries to look anywhere but the eyes that are like clued to him. The yes that are burning a hole to his body. He came to the cafeteria only 5 minutes before and he already wanted to leave but he can't. He promised to wait his friends who are all late. 

Great.

Now he is being openly checked out in their school cafeteria by Choi fucking Seungcheol, the famous bad boy of the school, the one who makes everything happen in anytime in anywhere, controlling everyone. He is always step ahead of others, making everyone a bit scared of his power and make everyone he finds even a bit attractive his next target, only to fuck them without mercy, and then throw them out of his bed even naked only to get to sleep by himself. 

Chan sweats nervously and gulps after accidentally making a short eyecontact with the lot older. one. Chan can't deny, Seungcheol is really hot and he would love to be the main dinner for Seungcheol to eat up, but it isn't on his number one list. Especially when he still a virgin. 

Chan takes his phone out to text to his friends where they are, just when Seungcheol decides to get up of his place, leaving his popular gang on their own and walking towards Chan's table. "Fucking hell..", the minor swears under his breath and meets Seungcheol's sweet but dark eyes, with the most kindest smile on his perfect face. The older pulls a chair and sits on it facing Chan who looks a bit panicked. "Hey, babyboy. Are you alone?" he asks.

Chan feels really uncomfortable and he has to get all of his power to speak up. "Actually, my friends are supposed to come here soon", the boy smiles innocently and looks away. Seungcheol scoffs ruffling the younger's hair. "Oh, so you have company already. I would have gladly spend time with you and your, oh, so perfect ass", the words come so automatically from Seungcheol's mouth making Chan sick, biting his bottom lip as he blushes. Seungcheol leans closer looking at the young blood thirsty. "Aw, is someone a bit shy?" he asks making Chan pout tensing up as he smells the manly cologne getting closer to him. 

Then, to Chan's fortunate, the cafeteria's door opens and reveals his friends. Hansol, Jeonghan, Soekmin and Jihoon immediately finding Chan and walking closer where he sits with unsatisfied Seungcheol. So,  the black haired and much older boy gets slowly up and looks at Chan one last time. "I guess your friends came, little one. But I guess we can meet soon, right darling?" all those names makes Chan only to stare at the boy who winks his eye before retreating to his own table. 

"Hey, what was that all about?" Seokmin asks from Chan who shakes his head and looks up to his friends laughing a bit like an adorable human being he is. "Oh, nothing. He just wanted to say hi", he says like it's nothing, trying not to scare his over protective friends by telling what actually happened. Jeonghan makes a disgusted look to Seunghceol's back. "He better not to touch our small baby or I will-" 

"Calm down, Hannie. He didn't even say anything", Chan protects and laughs at his friend. Jihoon shrugs, not really believing but not really wanting to make Chan more uncomfortable. 

Chan looks over the muscular body of Seungcheol, turning his head quickly away. 

He did kinda like how Seungcheol talked to him, and his smell was rich. Maybe Chan would like to talk with the older more. He smiles to himself focusing on his own thoughts not really listening to his friends who just started talking something about school things.

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Chan walked towards his class books in his hands and thoughts running in his mind. He walks the empty halls being early since he was too bored to wait in his room anymore. He owns the room by himself, and he is kinda glad he does since likes privacy, but sometimes it's a little lonely. Of course he doesn't say it to anyone, he doesn't want to be weak or get pity from others again. It's the last class from the day and Chan has mixed feelings about the subject that is religion. He himself is confused on what to believe or to believe in anything.