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Hiding inside one of the lockers in the boy’s changing room is a horrible idea. But Jihoon has to do it because if he didn’t he would probably be drinking toilet water at this very moment. But still, this is a horrible idea. It’s cramped and what the hell is that smell? Jihoon swears if he ever got tired of being a model student of this damn school he will castrate his bullies with a spoon. Or push them to one of the cages of Mr Doogi’s snakes.
He squirmed a bit, trying to find a much more comfortable position, as comfortable as he can inside a locker. His pink hair catching on some of the hooks on the side.
He was about to lean on one side of the metal locker when he suddenly slipped on something and nearly kissed the other side of the locker, thank god for his good reflexes. However, his hands caused a loud bang to resonate around the room.
Jihoon froze, expecting one of his bullies to burst inside the room and yell “Sparta!” It started as a joke in his class a few years back, Jihoon remembers that day very well. He was one of the smallest students in the class, thus making him an easy target for them to make fun of. They hide his shoes in the bathroom, put glue inside his bag, mix hair dye in his shampoo that he uses specifically for showering at school after PE, they even mix in peanuts in his food!
He is allergic to peanuts, and the last action of his bullies nearly had him killed!
Jihoon shuddered, the images of his best friend heavily sobbing beside him in the hospital flashed through his mind. He shook his head, willing the images away.
A few minutes passed and only his breathing can be heard. He groaned, suddenly feeling stupid, he should know that they’re not going to do something to him for a while, not after they were threatened by a certain someone.
Jihoon pushed his body off the side of the locker to stand properly. Muttering curses under his breath, he used his foot to feel for the rolly thing that sent him to his demise earlier.
Finally finding what he was looking for, he bent down carefully to pick it up, squinting his eyes so he can see what the rolly thing really is.
It’s a bottle of lube. Strawberry flavoured lube. Jihoon knows a certain someone who likes using strawberry flavoured lube. Yuck.
Jihoon made a face, throwing the bottle somewhere at the back of the locker. He stood up and wiped his hands on one of the shirts that were hanged. Not really caring whose shirt it is he’s wiping his hands on.
He turned around and opened the door of the locker carefully, poking out his head to see if it’s officially safe to finally go out. The bullying might have subsided, but there are stubborn little shits still out there, ready to pounce on little Jihoonie.
“She leaves chocolates and cookies on my table every. single. day!” Jihoon frantically went back inside, clutching the front of his shirt, he felt his heart beating two times faster than normal and his breathing ragged.
“I already rejected her five times. Five fucking times! She should know by now that I’m not interested.” Jihoon knows this voice. It’s the voice of the ‘devil spawn’ Kwon Hoshi, famous for stink bombing the school’s faculty office. That was definitely bomb, how he did it was beyond Jihoon. The school gave the whole student body and staff three days off school just so they could get rid of the awful smell, they also gave the devil spawn two months of community service and if Jihoon remembers correctly, today is the last day of Kwon Hoshi’s community service, which is cleaning the boy’s comfort room. With a toothbrush.
A baby toothbrush. A tiny toothbrush that babies use.
Jihoon let out a small chuckle at that, rubbing circular motions on his chest in hopes of calming down his heart. He took a deep and slow breath.
“I like cookies,” Holy shit. Jihoon felt his cheeks burn and his breath hitched. So much for calming the fuck down. He knows this velvety voice very well. It’s the voice of his ultimate I LOVE YOU DADDY PLEASE SPANK ME Choi Seungcheol, Student Council President and Jihoon’s… boss? He doesn’t know what to call their relationship. Boss-Assistant? Boss-Secretary? Wait, he’s not the student council’s secretary so scratch that. Jihoon takes orders (as Seungkwan likes to call it) from this son of a bitch every afternoon after class because quote unquote, a model student helps and volunteers for the betterment of the school and its community.
Bullshit. Jihoon just wants to see his daddy every afternoon and drool over him.
He carefully put his weight on the locker’s door and pressed his ear against the metal. Wanting to know more about what the two are talking about.
“…And I like cute things. Cute and small things.” Jihoon suddenly felt his stomach drop, not because he’s scared, no. It’s because a crazy idea crossed his mind. If Choi Seungcheol likes cute and small things… even if it hurts his pride as a manly man, Jihoon admits he is a cute and small guy—well, he’s not a thing— he thinks he could probably hit the jackpot if he just tie a ribbon around his body, walk up to Choi and say “Hi. I’m cute and small and I’m yours— take me!”
Jihoon let out a low chuckle at the ridiculous things running around his mind.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice the voices had stopped and only footsteps can be heard, footsteps that are sounding dangerously near.
“What the fu—“he closed his eyes shut and expected a hard ass floor to kiss the side of his face, but noooo. He landed on something hard but not hard-hard and he swears the floor has no arms.
He slowly opened his eyes and prayed to all the gods this is not Choi Seungcheol because that would be embarrassing. Imagine opening your locker and finding an eavesdropping troll— a cute troll— inside of it? Hey, trolls are cute. Said a certain someone.
“Woah! What the hell are you doing there, pumpkin?” Fortunately, the world also likes cute and small things because it just saved Jihoon from embarrassing himself in front of his crush.
The pink haired boy slowly looked up and saw the face of the one and only Kwon Hoshi. His face showing the most annoying smug face ever. Jihoon just wants to punch him.
He forgot to mention, Kwon Hoshi or Kwon Soonyoung or Kwon Spoonyoung is Jihoon’s best friend since diapers. Jihoon likes to call him Spoonyoung, because once upon a time when they were five Soonyoung told little Jihoonie that spoons are the mini portals to hell because—
“When you hold it in front of you, Jihoonie, and look at it, you’ll see yourself upside down!” Soonyoung said, holding a spoon and waving it in front of little Jihoonie’s face.
“But, Soonyoung—“
“It’s the mini portals to hell,” Soonyoung pressed on. “And call me hyung! I’m older than you!” he added, pointing the spoon to little Jihoonie.
“Okay, Spoonyoung-hyung—“
“What?!”
“Okay, but Spoonyoung—“Jihoon rolled his eyes twice.
“Call me hyungie!” Jihoon took off his right shoe and threw it at Soonyoung’s direction, the older narrowly dodging it.
“Let me talk, Spoonyoung,” the older huffed but nodded anyway. Jihoon took a deep breath.
“Mom said—“as Jihoon began telling the elder how he told his mom he’s being cursed because he saw himself upside down when he checked his teeth using the spoon and how his mom told him it’s just what spoons do and it’s normal, Soonyoung took Jihoon’s shoe and knelt down, he held Jihoon’s left hand, tugged him closer and rested the younger’s hand on his shoulder so the younger won’t lose balance.
“Pumpkin, lift your right foot,” Jihoon did as he was told but continued talking, Soonyoung held little Jihoonie’s foot and slipped Jihoon’s shoe on, he rested Jihoon’s foot on his knee so he can tie the younger’s shoelaces.
“Is it tight?” Soonyoung asked, putting down the younger’s foot with his left hand while his right held Jihoon’s hand on his shoulder.
“Nope. Thank you, Spoonyoungie, as I was telling you—“
“Were you peeping on me?” Soonyoung said, wiggling his brows. Jihoon looked at him as if he just said something demonic.
“Who the fuck would want to see you half naked?” Jihoon said while pushing himself off Soonyoung’s chest, standing up properly. Soonyoung threw his head back, laughing.
“Everyone.” Soonyoung deadpanned, Jihoon rolled his eyes and looked to the side, avoiding Soonyoung’s stare. The elder grinned and ruffled Jihoon’s hair, the younger scowled and slapped Soonyoung’s hand away, moving away from the elder’s reach.
Soonyoung laughed but stopped abruptly, squinting his eyes, he reached for Jihoon’s face. The boy saw this and jerked his face away. Soonyoung gritted his teeth. In anger? Maybe. Jihoon doesn’t want to know but maybe.
“Jihoon, what was that?” he growled, making the younger flinch. Jihoon raised his hand to cover the bruising on his cheek bone, knowing it’s useless to hide it now that Soonyoung already saw it.
“I ran into a pole,” he said in a small voice, well that’s just great Jihoon, Soonyoung only stared at him, raising his brows. Jihoon knew the elder would never believe that, they both know he doesn’t like running, he has to think of something else that he could say to the other.
“Okay, so… this was from when I was… when I was hiding inside the locker and I… I kinda fell on my face? I don’t know— the rabbit was chasing me,” Jihoon blabbered. Soonyoung stared at him for a few more seconds before laughing his head off. Jihoon smiled before laughing with the elder.
He’s so stupid.
Soonyoung recovered from his laughing fit, Jihoon’s reduced to giggling. The elder suddenly took Jihoon’s hands, holding it tightly before kissing the younger’s knuckles.
“Tell me if anyone’s bothering you,” Jihoon nodded slowly before hugging the elder tightly, burying his face on the elder’s chest. “You don’t have to tell me now if you’re not ready but remember I will kick ass for you.”
“Will do, Spoonyoungie.”
“Yah!” Jihoon giggled, he tightened his hug on the elder, not wanting to let go.
Comfy.
Soonyoung just smiled down at the younger then reached out one of his hands inside the locker, trying to find his shirt while his other hand settled on Jihoon’s waist, keeping him there. The younger grumbled and looked at what the elder was doing.
“What are you looking for?” Jihoon tilted his head up to look at the elder then to the locker.
“I’m trying to find my shirt,” Jihoon pouted.
“Is the shirt more important than my hugs?” Soonyoung chuckled, swaying their bodies left and right.
“Nah, I just need to change my shirt because I was drenched in sweat.” Hearing this, Jihoon let go of Soonyoung and pushed him off and away fromhis body, frantically wiping his hands on his pants.
“Eww, hyuuung! You nasty motherfucker,” Soonyoung just laughed at Jihoon before he went back to finding his shirt. The younger moved to the side, an arm’s length away from the other.
“When we get back home, I will drown you in the bath.” Soonyoung snorted before laughing loudly at the younger’s statement.
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“Spoonyoung.”
“And I need you now tonight~”
“Spoonyoung.”
“And I need you moooore than ever~”
“Spoonyoung-hyung.”
“And I don’t know the lyrics, pumpkin help your hyung, right~”
“HYUNG!” Jihoon threw a pillow at Soonyoung’s direction.
“Yes, pumpki—“The pillow smacked Soonyoung square on the face and Jihoon bursted out laughing.
“Oh my fuck,” Jihoon crawled over to Soonyoung and slapped the elder’s shoulder, still laughing.
The two boys are currently in Jihoon’s room, watching the movie Trolls, Soonyoung’s favourite. Soonyoung was so engrossed at the scene where Branch told the story about how his grandma died because of his singing when Jihoon called his name.
The elder sneered and jumped on top of the laughing Jihoon, tickling the younger’s stomach. Jihoon just let him be since he’s not really affected by the elder’s tickle attack and continued to laugh at him, that was until Soonyoung’s hands reached for his neck, Jihoon squealed and swatted the other’s hand away.
“Oh fuck no!” he pushed off the elder and ran, Soonyoung recovered from the push and ran after the younger.
Before Jihoon could even reach the handle of the door, he felt Soonyoung’s arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him back onto the bed. The younger screamed before laughing, he twisted his body to face Soonyoung before tackling him.
“Sparta!” the two were rolling on the bed, trying to out-tickle each other. Jihoon was yelling out ‘MOM! We’re under attack!’ and ‘All hail the trolls!’, when the two heard heavy footsteps before the door was burst open by Jihoon’s mom wearing a pink apron and holding a spatula, at this point Jihoon has the elder’s hands pinned on the bed, Jihoon straddling the elder.
Jihoon’s mom rolled her eyes when both of them greeted her at the same time without even glancing at her direction.
“Hi, Mrs Lee!”
“Hi, mom!”
“Can the two of you get anymore quieter? My gosh, these two toddlers.” Jihoon’s mom sighed and went out of the room, closing the door. Soonyoung tried to get Jihoon off of him but eventually stopped and let the younger win.
“Ha… I…ha… win, Spoonyoung,” he panted before collapsing on top of the other. Soonyoung giggled and closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around the younger. “Now, do me a favour and tell me what colour Choi likes.” Soonyoung snapped his eyes open.
“What? No. Why? What, what? Choi? Choi Hansol? Choi Seungcheol? THE Choi Seungcheol?” Jihoon pushed himself up from Soonyoung’s chest and sat up, the elder’s arms loosened and settled for holding Jihoon’s hips.
Oh boy, he’s going to barrage me with questions.
“You see… I kinda eavesdropped on your conversation,” he started, fiddling with his fingers. The pink cutie scratched his slowly reddening cheeks, he gulped nervously before looking directly at his hyung’s eyes.
“And I heard that Choi Seungcheol likes cute… and small things. So I thought that… maybe I can make him something cute and small? Or I could just give myself to him.” Jihoon mumbled the last sentence almost inaudibly but Soonyoung still heard it. He abruptly sat up, his forehead knocking with the younger’s.
“Hyuuuung!” the younger whined, tearing up. He held his forehead with both his hands. Soonyoung panicked when he saw tears slowly streaming down Jihoon’s cheeks, he held the younger’s cheeks with his hands and whispered ‘I’m sorry’s trying to get Jihoon to look at him. Soonyoung felt an area on his forehead slowly throb in pain, he winced, he could only imagine the pain he accidentally inflicted on the younger.
The elder shook his head, focusing on the crying boy on his lap.
“Pumpkin, shh, hyung’s sorry. He won’t do it again, don’t cry please,” he leaned forward and kissed the younger’s forehead, where he assumes it hurts.
“Tell you what, I’ll tell you Seungcheol’s favourite anything if you stopped crying, okay? Now stop crying, pumpkin, hyung said he’s sorry,” Jihoon sniffed, trying to hold back his tears, he pointed to an area on his forehead, Soonyoung smiled a bit and leaned forward again to kiss it. Jihoon’s lips formed into a smirk. Bingo. When Soonyoung leaned back, his smirk disappeared, Jihoon wiped his tears away with the back of his hands before looking up at the elder. With a full blown grin, he asked:
“Will you tell me Cheollie’s favourite colour now?”
“You little shit.”