BET ーjeongchan

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'My music class ends by 11 am.'

Even though he knew that, Chan was here half an hour earlier, his Maserati parked on the opposite side of the road, right in front of Jeongin's music class.

"RULE 6:
Bring him to your home and
spend the day together [Don't
make babies tho! -Changbin]
(Saturday)"

Dressed in a pair of raven leather pants with his silk black shirt tucked in, Chan leaned against the bonnet of his car as he took his sunglasses off and tangled it in the neck of his unbuttoned shirt. He tousled his already unkept brown hair, the sun casting splinters of reflection against his exposed pale neck. He mentally vowed to never wait for Jeongin this early.

Then Chan remembered, this was only for another day, then Jeongin and Chan would part ways. How would things go from there? Chan had always avoided these questions, but they would hunt him from time to time.

Would he go back to bullying that precious, sweet boy? Would he break Jeongin, who'd shatter just like glass, one more time?

Chan's insides twisted with the final day's rule in mind. He didn't think much of it before the penalty started, but now a part of him wished to not let Jeongin go. Something about the younger's presence made Chan feel complete. And oh, the sensation of those cherry lips against Chan's.

After what felt like hours, Chan glanced at his wristwatch and saw that it was time. A few other students attending the same class exited the building, then Jeongin walked out, in a brown hoodie too big for his frame. He immediately broke out into a smile when he saw Chan. Chan could swear he noticed the younger mouth 'wow', which made him chuckle. Once the younger made his way to the car, he engulfed Chan into a hug.

"You're here so early." said Jeongin, moving his head back to look at the other.

Chan smirked. "Wouldn't want to keep my baby waiting, yeah?"

Jeongin unwrapped his arms with red-tinted cheeks as Chan lead him to the front seat.

•

After letting Jeongin walk into his apartment, Chan locked his front door. He silently followed the younger, who complimented his neat living room, although the words never reached Chan's ears because Chan on the other hand, was battling the desire growing in him, with thoughts that he was all alone with this boy.

Jeongin seated himself on the sofa, then met eyes with Chan who approached him with agonizingly slow steps, his hungry gaze making Jeongin shudder.

Once Chan stood before Jeongin, who looked up at him with anticipating eyes, he placed a hand on the younger's shoulder, then pushed him down. He climbed onto the sofa, now hovering over Jeongin as he searched the boy's eyes for any trace of discomfort. Instead, in his sweet brown eyes swirled just as much want as Chan felt within himself.

Before he gives in, Chan spoke up, "What did your boyfriend say about.. our kiss yesterday..?"

The sparkle in Jeongin's eyes dulled. He chewed on his bottom lips. ".. Nothing.. I-I guess he didn't see us clearly.."

A husky chuckle escaped Chan's lips as he lowered himself to Jeongin's neck, his warm breath fanning over the other's skin. "You're lying, aren't you?" as the words feathered Jeongin's neck, he pressed his lips against the sensitive skin in a mere peck.

Jeongin visibly gulped. His arm involuntarily tangled around Chan's neck, messy brown locks of hair entangling between his fingers. As Chan began trailing wet kisses across the boy's collarbones, Jeongin rolled his head back to allow full range, his lip caught between his teeth to stifle the irresistible moans. Chan's lips connected with his jaw in a lingering kiss, then finally, he captured Jeongin's eager lips in his.

Lost in a dizzying spiral of pleasure and desire, Jeongin slid his hand down to Chan's back, his fingers clawing onto the latter's silk fabric, pulling their bodies closer. He had long given up on holding the lewd noises in, allowing them to muffle into the moist kiss.

As Chan's mouth entrapped Jeongin's with passion, his hand travelled down the latter's body, softly tugging the hem of his brown hoodie. Without warning, Chan slipped his hand underneath the fabric, his fingertips grazing the delicate skin.

Once he felt Chan's arms explore his fragile body, panic set in like a trigger going off. Jeongin's hands frantically pushed Chan's chest as he struggled free from the kiss.

Jeongin whimpered, his breathing laboured. "Hyunjin stop- don't－"

Chan lifted himself up, his hand still underneath Jeongin's hoodie. He stared wide-eyed at the mess beneath him. As heavenly as the sight was, Chan narrowed his eyes upon noticing tears escape the corners of Jeongin's eyes that were squeezed shut

"Hyunjin?" whispered Chan, an unsettling feeling grasping his heart.

Jeongin sucked in a breath. He opened his eyes, his panicked gaze hesitant to meet Chan's questioning eyes. His hands tightly gripped onto the hem of his hoodie, holding them down. His lips trembled. "No, Chan.. I'm sorry.." He choked out, his voice nothing more than a weak whisper.

Chan sighed in defeat. He removed himself off the boy, allowing enough space for Jeongin to sit up and and scoot away. He curled to himself in the corner of the sofa, still afraid to look at Chan, who's intense gaze set him ablaze.

"So.." Chan cleared his throat, finding the right choice of words so he wouldn't come off as insensitive. "When we kiss.. You allow me to do so while thinking I'm your boyfriend.. That I'm Hyunjin?" He phrased softly.

Jeongin immediately shook his head to either sides. "No!" He shrunk back, his voice coming louder than he intended to. "I mean- no.. I wouldn't kiss you if I thought that.."

Chan tilted his head, his eyebrows knitted into a questioning frown.

"Do you hear yourself, Jeongin?"

Jeongin nodded slowly, biting his lips.

"You imply you wouldn't kiss me if I was your own boyfriend, Hyunjin." Chan rephrased, peering into the boy's face.

Jeongin reluctantly looked at Chan. "Can we not talk about this..?" He begged, the words weak and quiet and barely audible.

Chan sighed. "Why did you panic when you thought I was Hyunjin?"

"Chan.."

"This isn't making sense, you know.."

"Chan, please.. Can we not..?" Jeongin pleaded, fiddling with his fingers.

"Alright I'm sorry." said Chan as he reached out and placed a hand over Jeongin's head. He tousled the ravenette's hair, warmth laced in his eyes. "Let's have something to eat."