𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 • 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

11. Distractions & Egotistical Hearts

That coming week following his sleepover with Yunho was so hard for Yeosang. Every time he closed his eyes he could see Yunho and Mingi together and he hated the fact that he had such a vivid imagination.

Not even Seonghwa's smiles could brighten his mood, and Yeosang's playful attitude was all but gone.

Yeosang was desperate for a distraction from all the feelings he was harbouring and when Yeosang saw an opportunity to distract himself he leapt on it even despite knowing his motives were selfish.

It was during biology and Yeosang and Seonghwa were sitting side by side down the back of the classroom working in their books at their lab bench.

Seonghwa was doing his mighty best to make Yeosang feel better. He pulled silly faces and drew funny little drawings telling Yeosang to smile and be happy on little sticky notes to which the older would cutely slap down on Yeosang's book.

But Seonghwa achieved nothing. Yeosang's mood was as dark and broody as ever.

Seonghwa huffed all of a sudden and stuck his hand comfortingly on Yeosang's thigh.

"What's up Sang? You've been out of it all week, did something happen over the school holidays that I missed?"

"I just . .I just . . ."

Yeosang stopped, suddenly he was lost for words.

Seonghwa's hand was on his leg, just there, so casually.

It was a simple interaction that he'd always wanted to have with Yunho, so just how was it that he was able to be like this with Seonghwa. When did touching for them become normal?

Yeosang was suddenly thinking of everything, his whole relationship with Seonghwa, it was so easy, so casual for them to interact like this, just how was it that he was never like this with Yunho? Is that why he lost him? Because he couldn't man up and just have fun with Yunho like he did with Seonghwa.

He'd been so caught up in what they could been that he had forgotten about how to act in the present.

Yeosang looked at Seonghwa and down at Seonghwa's hand on his leg, and then back up to Seonghwa's eyes but didn't say anything. Seonghwa went to pull his hand away but Yeosang shook his head and Seonghwa froze furrowing his eyebrows.

Yeosang then grabbed Seonghwa's hand pulling it until it was resting atop his leg once more.

Yeosang slipped his hand under the bench lacing his fingers over the back of Seonghwa's hand and then slowly he pulled Seonghwa's hand so it sat on his inner thigh.

Yeosang's heartbeat sped up.

This touch, it was so soft and gentle. For the first time ever Seonghwa touching his leg was doing something to his heart, actually truly making it go haywire. Sure he got flustered every now and then, but this was different. Yeosang was making things different.

If Yeosang had looked up he would have seen the befuddled expression that had fallen on Seonghwa's face.

But Yeosang wasn't looking, in fact he wasn't even processing his actions as he was doing them. He wasn't even phased that he was doing this in a the middle of class.

Yeosang took Seonghwa's hand one step further, one step too far.

Really fucking too far. If it had been any other boy they would have slapped or punched Yeosang. But it was Seonghwa. So his reaction was the complete opposite.

Yeosang took Seonghwa's hand and placed it right next to his groin.

A startled squeal escaped Seonghwa's lips "Um Sang? What the fuck are you doing right now? Because you're taking the thigh game to a whole new level right now and like. . .do you want me to move my hand?"