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| 9 : 23 A M
As always, Sieun was now in his classroom, sitting at his desk, watching the teacher as they lectured. He tilted his head up, wrote notes down, looked up, all simultaneously.
And like usual, he was wearing his uniform---his blazer. However, there was something different about him. Obviously, his school had a dress code, so he couldn't just casually wear a turtle neck or a hoodie to cover up the marks left by, him--- although, he probably wouldn't wear any of those, anyway.
So, he just resorted to using bandaids, small bandages that lined the sides of his neck, each one placed carefully around his neck to cover them up entirely.
He was focused, his mind locked on the teacher's lecture infront of him, until he heard faint whispers stretching from behind him.
They started off quiet, like they were across the room, but after a few seconds or so, they grew closer, seemingly inching towards him.
His expression was black, confused and distracted by such noises, as he tried to focus on the notebook below him.
But eventually, they grew closer, creeping up behind him, as he felt the student behind him tap his shoulder and hold out a small, folded paper beside his side.
" it's for you, " they said, behind him, leaning forward and waiting for Sieun to grab it.
Still confused, he looked back at the student, then the paper, and took it.
It was nothing much, just a small piece of white paper folded over probably a few times, enough to hide the message inside.
He exhaled, as he began unfolding the paper, having completely no idea what could possibly be inside.
Finally unfolded, he held the message right below his face, as he read the words in his mind :
| ' come to the bathroom '
Sieun immediately exhaled inaudbly. He didn't have time to spend trips going to the bathroom, much less leaving class during a lecture. And plus, who even wrote this? Was it one of his classmates? Maybe someone who had a grudge with him.
He crumpled the paper in his fist, as he then used his other hand to raise it.
The teacher looked over.
" Yes Sieun? " she said, mid lecture, as students began looking over, turning their heads to face him
" may i go to the bathroom, " he said blankly, still sitting in his chair.
The teacher sighed.
" Yes, but be quick, this lesson covers the exam we'll be having next friday. " she replied, her voice toned with worry.
Sieun nodded, as he stood up, and began making his way towards the door of the classroom. As he opened the door, he threw the crumpled paper in the trash, as annoyance began boiling inside of him by the second.
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After a few seconds, he reached the bathroom.
Obviously, there were multiple bathrooms at Eunjang, but he just assumed that they were talking about the one closet to his classroom. It would make sense, since they obviously had to of known what classroom he was in for the note to be sent.
He pushed open the bathroom door, walking inside, face blank with no emotion.
Almost immediately, he was hit hard with the strong whiff of smoke, the aroma filling the air, making the bathroom stuffy.
He tensed, as he turned the corner.
But as he turned the wall---he stopped, as his eyes grew wide.
Not too far from him, only a few feet ahead, leaning against the wall, was him---smoking all casual, right in front of him, like he owned the place.
Sieun's jaw clenched.
Since it was school hours, rather than wearing some baggy jacket, he was wearing his maroon colored uniform---the one he wore during their fight in the roof.
Seongje groaned, putting his cigarette out against the bathroom counter to his left, and then flicking it between his fingers, landing somewhere in the distance.
" took you fucking long enough, " he said, with an annoyed tone, as he faced Sieun.
Sieun looked blankly at him, completely frozen.
" what are you doing here, " Sieun said sternly, his fists tight.
Seongje smiled, letting out a muffled laugh, as he pushed himself off the wall and began slowly walking towards Sieun.
" just came to see my boyfriend, that's all " he said, with a mocking tone, his head tilted.
Boyfriend---that word repeated in Sieun's mind, confusing him. He pushed it aside, though.
" that note was from you? " he continued, his voice hoarse, annoyance taking over him.
Seongje let out a faint laugh, a smile curling across his face, his expression almost seeming as if he were, proud.
" yeah, slid it under the door while the teacher wasn't looking, " he replied, a grin lined across his face, as he inched closer and closer towards Sieun.
They were now face to face---Seongje standing above Sieun, eyes locked. Grinning down at him by the slightest, he broke the tension between them in the matter of seconds, as he made the first move.
Suddenly, he hastily grabbed Sieun's collar, gripped it tightly, and swung him into one of the nearby stalls, almost making him stumble at the action. Sieun grunted in response.
He then walked inside, hand still gripping his collar, and kicked the door shut beside him, making a loud click noise.
Hand tight on his shirt, he shoved him against the wall of the bathroom stall, making him groan from the impact. He then moved to face Sieun, standing right infront of him, face seemingly close to his.
The scent of cologne and diluted smoke intoxicated his nostrils, making him close his eyes tightly for a few seconds, at least.
Seongje stared down at Sieun, holding his face close with his grip on his collar, and looked as if he was studying every inch of him, eyeing him up and down, left and right.
He let out a quiet groan.
" fuck, how do i even say this " he muttered, his eyes fluttering around the stall, tilting his head to the side.
Sieun was so confused, had no idea what Seongje was doing, what he was getting at---why he just randomly shoved him into a bathroom stall, out of no where. He looked up at him, furrowing his brows, half annoyed.
He sighed, as he turned to look back down at Sieun's confused face.
" i think im like, fucking in love with you or something, " he muttered underneath his breath, staring down at Sieun.
Almost immediately, he felt his heart beat faster---he swore he could've heard the thumps, as well. He could feel his face growing hot, but be tried to it, as he stared blankly, confusedly, up at Seongje.
Seongje continued eyeing his surroundings, as his eyes fluttered around the walls.
But the silence that hung over them made it feel unbearable, as the tension was spiking each second that passed.
After a few seconds, though, their eyes locked, as Sieun felt as if his face was boiling. He was slightly confused---hearing those words come out of, his, mouth was, weird---he didn't even know how to react, but just ended up assuming he was merely, joking.
Seongje scoffed.
" you're blushing, " he said with a smile, laughing faintly as he said it.
He let out a frustrated sigh, closing his eyes for a few seconds as he turned his head to the side---somewhere that didn't involve, him, being in his line of sight.
" shut up, " Sieun said under his breath, the words barely slipping out of his mouth.
But once reopened, he caught him, giving him that look---the same look he gave him whenever he was about to make his move ; as if he were about to swallow him, devour him whole.
Sieun caught him slowly tilt his head down by the slightest, noticeably gazing at his waist, below him. However, in the matter of seconds, Sieun shuddered when he felt him move the hand holding the fabric of his collar, running it slowly down his chest, past his waist, and onto his crotch.
Seongje's eyes fluttered back to Sieun's face, as he felt begin moving his hand, slowly, pressing him down firmly, through the fabric of his pants. And he watched him---every movement, every breath, every reaction. God, he couldnt even explain how he, made him feel, especially when he looked like, this.
Sieun immediately gasped, beginning to let out quiet breathes, heavy though.
" wait, not here, " he murmurred, in between heavy breathes, as he occasionally closed his eyes.
He placed his hand on Seongje's chest, pushing it slightly, urging him to pull back.
Almost immediately, Seongje grabbed his hand, interlocked his fingers with his, and shoved it against the wall behind them. He then leaned into Sieun's neck, making him gasp.
" just be quiet and you'll be fine, " he whispered near Sieun's ear, making a shiver run down his spine.
He continued moving his hand firmly, rubbing back and forth, up and down against him. As he did so, now that he was near his neck, he leaned in, and ran his wet tongue from the bottom of the side of his neck, to the top, leaving a trail of saliva. Sieun groaned quietly.
It didn't take him long to notice the bandaids lined across the side of his neck, though.
Seongje clicked his tongue.
" you really think these bandaids are gonna do something? jesus, " he muttered, proceeding to use his free hand to strip them off.
He groaned in response, the pain getting to him, but also the fear of others noticing.
" wait-- " Sieun protested hastily,
but it was already too late, as Seongje had already ripped each one off, not even letting Sieun get a word out.
" mh, that's better, " he mumbled, underneath his breath, his movements never stopping, keeping a pace.
Now that his neck was clear, and the marks showing visibly, he began licking the previous marks, sucking on them as well.
Sieun leaned his head back against the hard wall, trying to steady his ragged breathes, which proved difficult. He closed his eyes, completely lost in the feeling of his tongue, the warmth of it, and his hand against his---
There wasnt even a question, to whether or not, it felt good. It felt so good---and it hurt so bad to admit it. He wanted more ; he couldn't believe that he was even craving it, that he was craving the touch of the same guy who beat him up, who beat his friends to a pulp.
It didn't even feel, real.
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Still running his tongue along Sieun's warm neck, he stopped abruptly when he heard footsteps and faint voices enter the room, as the door creaked blared throughout the walls.
He groaned, mixed with sigh, as he turned his head to face the door of the stall. He listened, as numerous voices began clamoring outside :
" hey, dude look-- what the fuck? " one of the guys mumbled in the distance, footsteps seemingly getting closer.
Seongje rolled his eyes, lowering the hand that was pressed firmly against Sieun, as he turned to face the stall door.
" yo what the fuck are you guys doing in there-- open up! " one of the voices called out.
Sieun stood still, chest heaving back and forth, staring at Seongje, hoping he'd do something.
After a few seconds, Seongje groaned, as he opened the bathroom stall door, swinging it open, making the guys dodge it immediately.
He walked out, as turned his head to face the two guys, glaring at them.
" what the hell were you guys doing in there? " one of them exclaimed, looking puzzled.
Seongje scoffed, tilting his head to face them.
" it's none of your fucking business, " he said sternly, glaring at them, his eyes filled with rage.
" wait look, this dudes' from ganghak? " one of them muttered to the other, pointing over his shoulder.
Seongje exhaled sharply, on edge.
" you gonna shut up or are you going to make me do it for you, " he grunted, glaring at the two guys, on the verge of punching their faces.
Immediately, one of them bursted out laughing, clinging onto the other guy for support.
" oh you really think w-- " one of the began, until Seongje cut him off.
In the matter of seconds, he grabbed him tightly by the shirt, and landed a strong punch on his face, making him groan. He pushed him away, as he grabbed the other guys' collar, and shoved his face hard against the stall door, slamming it, making him almost stumble and fall to the floor.
Seongje breathed heavily.
" fuck, " he muttered, tensing his hands.
Sieun, still inside stall, decided it was safe to come out at least, and walked over to the counter and began washing his hands. He didn't even use the bathroom, but despite it, it was like an instinct.
The two guys immediately left the bathroom, groaning, as Seongje further urged them to leave by kicking them in the lower body, shoving them aggressively.
He then turned around to face Sieun, and walked over to him, as he stood beside him. He started washing his hands, too, getting the remaining faint blood off.
" the kids' here always this fucking nosy? " he muttered with a questioning tone, as he cussed inaudibly underneath his breath.
Sieun sighed, shaking his hands to get the water off.
" i guess, " he replied, blankly.
He started making his way to the door, until he came to a halt, as Seongje reached out his arm and stopped him by pressing his hand against his chest.
Sieun looked over at him, confused. He needed to get back to class---he didn't even want to know how long he's been in the bathroom for.
" you busy after school? " Seongje asked casually, his eyes narrowed on him and his voice at a low tone.
Sieun thought for a moment.
" yeah, i have to study everything i missed since you dragged me here, " he replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Seongje let out a quiet laugh.
" ill come over, help you study or whatever " he said with a faint smirk, as he headed toward the door, brushing passed Sieun's side.
" wh? wait-- " he began, until Seongje immediately cut him off.
" im coming over, " he said sternly, as he exited the door all casually, making it shut in front of Sieun.
Sieun sighed.
Now, Seongje was coming over to his appartment. There was no denying it, no changing it, no question surrounding whether or not he had the guts to appear on his doorstep.
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He groaned, realizing he was still in the bathroom, standing still in his thoughts. He walked hastily towards the door, pushed it open, and made his way back to his classroom.
Of course, as soon as he was about to hit the door, the bell for lunch rang, as students began pouring out the door, clamoring.
He sighed, waiting for them to move so he could get inside.
His mind was stuck on one thing, though.
That, thing, that Seongje had said. He couldn't exactly tell whether he was joking, whether he was just toying with him, messing with him. But to be honest, he seemed geniune, slightly at least.
It made his stomach twist, his breath hitching, each and every time he thought about it, only making him cringe.
And now of course, once school came to an end, he, was coming to his appartment, and Sieun couldn't help but keep him off his mind.
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