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Sometimes, Jinyoung hated that he couldn’t walk to school with Jaebum, or share a lunch he made without worrying if it would raise suspicion. He wanted matching rings and little, affectionate touches where others could see them. He wanted to take Jaebum’s hand as they walked home after school. He wanted what everyone else did so freely...
Still, he cherished moments like straightening Jaebum’s tie (the rare times he wore one) just before he left the teachers' room for his first class, and the times Jaebum flashed him a soft, warm smile as they passed in the crowded halls. There was even a small surge of affection whenever he caught a glimpse of a student's notebook with his name or 'Im Jaebum' doodled in the margins, often encased in or surrounded by hearts. Especially because Jaebum found it far less endearing than he did.
“They're just teenagers,” he chuckled as Jaebum crumpled up a forgotten piece of scrap paper with Jinyoung's name scrawled on it.
He chucked it into the trash. “We never did this as teenagers,” he grumbled back.
Jinyoung snorted from where sat on a nearby desk, watching as Jaebum continued to clean up the end of day mess. “Maybe you didn’t.”
Jaebum raised an eyebrow at him. “Whose name were you scrawling in your notebook?”
Grinning, Jinyoung hopped off the desk and strolled out the room. “Oh you know…” he glanced back over his shoulder. “Just the guy who slept in the back of the class.”