G̷o̷o̷d̷ ̷B̷o̷y̷ ̷G̷o̷n̷e̷ ̷B̷a̷d̷ (𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙!)

I Will Still.

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Dongyoung fiddled with his sweatshirt, hoping no one could see his wrists or neck. Sure, it was all fun and games when they were inside the taller's bedroom, but at school, he had to be a different person. He was the school's bad boy, and the school's bad boy did not get pounded into a mattress by the school's prince charming.

Or at least, nobody knows that the school's bad boy got pounded into a mattress by the school's prince charming, and nobody needed to know.

He didn't even look like himself either. The younger's clothes were too big for him, making him look way too small for his liking. And his hair had returned to its natural mass of curls, which he is usually able to straighten out with a comb. And of course, the beautiful marks given to him by his true love shone brightly, thankfully covered by the sweatshirt. As wonderful as they were, they could get him in big trouble. It'd destroy his reputation if someone saw.

No, Jaehyun would keep him safe, he knew that. The thought gave him a sense of comfort. Before, his friends would keep any annoying pests at bay, making sure Dongyoung never had to lift a finger, not that he knew how to fight anyway. Now, however, Jaehyun would have to be the one keeping annoyances to a minimum. Dongyoung had to admit, however, the younger's way of dealing with pests were not to his liking, as they were a bit embarrassing.

This was also the first time Dongyoung had gone to school without any makeup on. Usually, he only wore it to make himself look tougher because, without it, he looked way too delicate, and he hated looking weak. He hated how he looked exactly like his mother, not at all tough like his father.

He perked up when his phone vibrated in his pocket and, as discreetly as possible, he pulled it out.

Your locker, lunch, got it? He read with an inward smile. Dongyoung quickly typed out a response.

Why not meet at the roof, don't you wanna have a bit of fun, hyungie?

And sent.

Dongyoung watched as the three little dots, signaling that Jaehyun was typing, kept popping up. Covering his toothy smile with his hand, Dongyoung bit down on his lip to stifle his laugh.

Meet me in the bathroom now.

The ravenette could practically see how frustrated Jaehyun must be at the moment. He raised his hand, stuffing his phone in his pocket quickly.

"Yes, Dongyoung?" The teacher said.

"May I—" Dongyoung stopped himself, putting on a hard expression, "can I go to the bathroom?" He said with bored eyes.

The woman sighed, "alright, make it quick," she said with a reluctant nod.

Dongyoung hopped up to his feet, taking his time through the hallways, not in any particular rush to be there on time. He couldn't help but giggle in anticipation, knowing what was waiting for him in the bathroom. Dongyoung knew the taller was already itching to see him, and that only made him want to slow down even further, maybe take a longer way, because he already had Jaehyun wrapped around his finger, so may as well have fun with it.

The instant he stepped through the doors, he was pinned to the wall, "what the fuck took you so long?" Jaehyun growled.

Dongyoung smirked, "you never told me which bathroom, and my hips still hurt," he said.

"Fucking tease, you did it on purpose," Jaehyun pulled the older's sweatshirt down, revealing the mark he left in the porcelain skin, "does it hurt?" He asked, his expression softening.