Boyfriend For Sale // CASTLE J X WIN

Told

Even though my life changed because of Junhyuk, my life at university would always be the same no matter what I did. As soon as I left my apartment I was filled with regret. I wanted to take a sick day, but it'd be kind of awkward to stay in the house with a boy I barely know for the whole day, especially because that just happened. My house is now finally filled with something more than sadness and loneliness. My black painted walls seem like they're not really painted black. My room is filled with jokes and I don't longer have a reason to cry anymore. What is that boy doing to me? Goddamit Seongjun! Pull yourself together, you've only known this boy for a day!

My thoughts only grew louder as I almost hit a metal pole on my way to school. I walked to my first lecture room and sat down at the light brown wooden table at the front, the table I normally sit at. The lecture room is filled with laughs and as soon as the teacher comes in the class becomes silent.

The lecture goes as usual, I place my face in my palm and my mind starts to think about various things, Korean barbecue, my soft bed, Junhyuk. Wait Junhyuk? Why am I thinking about him? My head starts getting filled with thoughts, but my thoughts get soon cut off by my lecturer this is what he says "ok class, we'll be doing a project on LGBTQ+ community and what you're thoughts are on it, etc." Honestly the fact that he brought that up wasn't that surprising, what really surprised me was that the first thing that came into my head was

Junhyuk.

Why am I thinking about him? I should be thinking about this project.

The teacher goes on to tell us about the project. He talks about how many points it's worth and what it's about. Damn I'm so bored, I really should've taken that sick day. I'm bored out of my mind right now. I wonder what Junhyuk is doing.

JUNHYUK'S POV
I take the black pants and shirt and I place them on Seongjun's bed. I take the roses I bought with my spare change and I wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. I unravel the pink ribbon holding the roses together. I take one rose out of the plastic and I put the rest on the bed. I hold the rose with both my hands and I clasp one of the petals. It's pretty and elegant. I held one of the petals so hard I ripped it right off of it's stem, I threw the petal on the bed and I grabbed another petal. I continued to do that until I covered the bed with a blanket of pink and red rose petals. Perfect.

SEONGJUN'S POV
My mind was filled with thoughts of Junhyuk and how cute he was when he hugged me this morning. I want to make him ok, he said that he was lonely, I want to be the one that will fill his lonely heart, I want him to help me too. I want to be the one who will fill his missing puzzle piece.

I get a piece of paper for the project and I stare at the paper. For some reason I can't focus on the paper, my mind's really somewhere else.

I finally snapped out of it and I read the paper.
'Worth 80% of your grade. Please present what your experience is with the LGBTQ+ community and what your thoughts are on that community.' I read in my head and wait 80% of my grade, I'm not the worst student, but I'm definitely not the best student there is. I would do anything for a good grade on this, my parents don't really care about much, but good grades are one of the only things they care about.

Before I noticed, half of the class had disappeared. The class must've ended. I take my bag and I sling the bag's handle across my shoulders. I use the table to stand up and I walk out of the lecture room. The class seemed longer than usual, but it's not like I care.

JUNHYUK'S POV
I sneak into Seongjun's kitchen cabinet and I find 12 bottles of soju. Perfect, this should be enough. I take the red plastic cap off of the green bottle and I chug as many gulps as I can take. I wipe my face with the end of my leather sleeve and I laugh. I pick up another bottle and gulp as much liquid as my body can take before I run out of air. I feel myself start to get tipsy as I go to grab another green glass bottle of soju.

SEONGJUN'S POV
I put in my AirPods as soon as I leave the building and I put on Energetic by Wanna One, I bop my head to the rhythm as I walk down the crowded streets. The streets are filled with couples. Gross. They're all there, couples. Holding hands and walking through the cherry blossom filled wind. I hate them all. I sigh as I put my music louder so I wouldn't be able to hear anything, but my music. The sound of lovey dovey couples, cars and children laughing soon gets drowned out with the sound of Fallin' Flower by SEVENTEEN from my AirPods.

I hum along with the song as I make my way to my apartment.  I'm excited to see Junhyuk.

JUNHYUK'S POV
I'm drunk, I'm so drunk. I sit down on the floor of Seongjun's apartment and I smile at my work, I think it looks great. I giggle and I put both of my hands between my legs and I sit there smiling as I wait for Seongjun to come back.

SEONGJUN'S POV
I skip down the long sidewalks, I want to come back to Junhyuk.  I laugh as I skip a little faster down the long rocky sidewalks.

After skipping for a bit I stop, damn I out of breath, should I start working out, nah. I walk a little slower this time as I walk in the direction of my apartment.

JUNHYUK'S POV
I sit in my same spot on the ground. What's taking him so long? I stay still on the cold wooden floor that's freezing my ass. I don't really mind the cold floor or the work I had to go through to do this. It's worth it.

SEONGJUN'S POV
I'm almost there, almost there! A wide grin appears on my face as I dash to my apartment.

I reach into my bag and I reach for my keys. I take them out and line them with the key hole

JUNHYUK'S POV
I hear the door being unlocked, I jumped a bit, but then I remembered who it was. I smiled and I repositioned myself on the floor with my hands. I put a smirk on my face and I stare at the door.

SEONGJUN'S POV
I open the door and one thing catches my eyes. A light dust of pink paints itself across my cheek, a light pink from my left ear to my right.

"W-What are you doing?!?,"