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Chan waited near the exit, checking his phone multiple times in case he missed a message from Seungkwan, who was late. It’s not really surprising, anymore, so Chan shouldn’t complain too much.
What he wasn’t expecting was that Seungkwan walked up to him wordlessly, grabbed his wrist, and started dragging him without any explanation.
It’s safe to say that Chan was kind of scared. Despite that, he didn’t say anything.
Seungkwan opened the door to an empty lecture hall. The lights were turned on and the door closed behind them with a dull click.
This way, Chan got a better look at Seungkwan. He looked anxious and nervous as he started to pace around the room, not knowing what to do with his body.
Chan reached out, hesitated, and put his hand on Seungkwan’s cheek. He melted into his touch, like he always does, but his eyes still looked shaken.
“I heard Wonwoo asked you out.”
Chan sighed. “He didn’t know we were dating.”
“Have you seen the way he looks at you, Chan?” Seungkwan groaned. “I’ve never seen someone so smitten in my life.”
“What is this about, hyung?” Chan asked exasperatedly.
Warm, gentle hands held Chan’s waist softly. Seungkwan leaned his head against his shoulder, his breath fanning against Chan’s neck. This caused him to shiver and wrap his arms around Seungkwan, holding onto his boyfriend loosely.
“I know it’s stupid… but I feel jealous anytime he’s around you.”
Chan huffed out a quiet laugh, and Seungkwan looked up at him, only to glare. “I’m serious!”
“Kwannie, I’m yours. You know this already.”
Seungkwan’s hands tightened unconsciously around Chan’s waist, not hard enough for it to hurt, but enough for Chan to jolt a little. “I do know that… I just, can’t lose you, Channie.”
“Seungkwan.” Chan said in a low tone, his lips inches away from Seungkwan’s ear, who trembled slightly. “I’m not leaving you. Do you not believe me? Do you want me to prove it to you?”
When Seungkwan pulled back, his eyes were wide and he looked amused. “What do you—”
Chan interrupted him by connecting their lips in a searing kiss. He pulled Seungkwan impossibly close, until their chests were pressed against each other, and his hands were holding his nape, tugging on his chestnut hair. Seungkwan didn’t expect the intensity of Chan’s kiss, a moan slipping out of his mouth accidentally. He didn’t realize that he was pushing Chan backwards, until he heard the small thud of his his head knocking lightly against the wall. Chan hissed from pain, the sound creating a flame in his stomach. Seungkwan wanted to hear more, but he knew he couldn’t touch Chan any further, especially since they were in a fucking lecture hall.
Once they both pulled away, Chan was gasping, his chest heaving, but he didn’t waste anytime by pulling Seungkwan in again. Unfortunately, Seungkwan’s self control wasn’t enough and he knew he had to stop.
“Not here, Channie.”
“I told you I’d prove to you that I’m in love with you,” Chan whispered against Seungkwan’s lips. “I’ve always been, and always will be.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Seungkwan sighed, swiping Chan’s bottom lip with his thumb, which was bitten red. “I hope it didn’t seem like I was doubting you.”
“No, I get it. You would never admit it, but I know you get possessive sometimes,” Chan teased. “But in the good way. I find it kind of hot.”
”Jesus,” Seungkwan laughed, but before he could do anything else, the door was being rattled and they both pulled away.
“Hello, who’s in here?!”
“Shit, what do we do?” Chan said in a panic.
Seungkwan held his finger to his lips, indicating for Chan to be quiet.
Soon, the rattling stopped and both students could hear the professor walking away.
Seungkwan cracked open the door. He was met with silence and no one around. He dragged Chan out with him, and they made a run for it, making sure the professor didn’t see them.
When they exited the building, Seungkwan looked back at Chan, who bursted out laughing.
There were many reasons as to why Seungkwan fell for Chan, one of them being how loud and cheerful his laugh was. It was absolutely perfect to Seungkwan. He loved seeing Chan’s happiness, and he loved being the cause for it, too.
The light breeze swept Chan’s blonde hair out of his eyes, the glow of the sun radiating off of his beautiful boyfriend.
“I can’t believe he didn’t see us—!”
“I love you,” Seungkwan said quite randomly, leaning over to peck Chan on the lips. “I love you so much.”
Chan blinked at him, but nonetheless, he smiled so hard his eyes turned into crescents. “I love you too, hyung.”
He shouldn’t have been jealous in the first place, because only one thing mattered.
The truth is that Seungkwan is Chan’s and Chan is Seungkwan’s.