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The one time he was attending this stupid morning lecture, there was no way Seungcheol was sitting anywhere but the back row. He trudged begrudgingly up the stairs, his eyes still half-shut and his hood pulled low over his bedhead. He sat in the first empty seat he saw in the back row – very conveniently situated far in the right corner of the hall. Seungcheol didn’t think to question his luck, drowsy enough not to notice that literally every other seat in the last 5 rows was all packed except that one. Instead, he slumped gracelessly down into the hard plastic chair, dumping his backpack down beside him. He pulled out a ratty notebook and a cheap biro, most likely taken from a random classroom years ago. He opened the notebook to a page not covered in scribbles and immediately laid his head down beside it, staring blankly at the empty page.
Minutes passed of Seungcheol zoning out to the lecturer’s monotone drone, only lifting his head to occasionally jot down ideas for lyrics. It was then that the heavy back door behind him creaked minutely, alerting him to the presence of a newcomer only seconds before—
A swish of shiny blonde hair slapped against his bewildered face. A very pale, very slender, knuckled hand pressed on the creased pages of his notebook, as a faded tote bag dropped at his feet with a dull thud. Before Seungcheol could process, a bony ass was planting itself on his lap, now face to face with the back of this sudden intruder’s impressively crinkled oversized tee. Eyes wide, he watched as this person, with narrow but straight shoulders, and a very small waist apparently, reached into the tote bag to produce—a bunny plushie? Which the stranger plonked onto the desk before reaching down again – Seungcheol could only stare as they continued to wriggle around – this time to pull out a pillow (with a satin pillowcase too, coz it would be a crime to rest such beautiful hair on something as lowly as a cotton pillowcase) to join the plushie on the desk.
Whilst the mystery person started muttering quiet curses under their breath, fussing with the arrangement of the pillow and plushie, Seungcheol finally regained his senses enough for the absurdity of this situation to hit. He opened his mouth, ready to demand what the hell this stranger was doing, when—
Suddenly he was met with doe-like almond eyes, the slow, sleepy blinks belied by the mischievous glint in their warm brown irises. Facing him was the most beautiful man Seungcheol had ever seen, his confusion and anger reducing to ashes on his tongue at the sight of this man’s god—no, angel-like features. His face was bare of makeup, the fair skin dotted with faint scars and bruise-like circles under his puffy eye-bags; even stray strands of blonde hair laid plastered on his face, yet Seungcheol’s heart raced, a flush racing up his neck. His eyes slipped down to the guy’s cute, pointed nose, eventually reaching his pink, pouting lips. He watched the corners hike up, helplessly mesmerised by the contradictory expression of lethargic innocence and mischief.
Seungcheol only panicked more when the man suddenly leaned closer and whispered cheekily in his ear, “I hope you don’t mind. This is my usual desk, and a cute boy sitting in it isn’t going to stop me from taking my morning lecture nap.”
Seungcheol blinked, his irritation replaced by a perplexing mix of flustered embarrassment and intrigue, tiredness nowhere to be found. His cheeks flushed a bright red. Though before he could even stammer out a response, the man had already plopped his face into the plush pillow, cuddling into the plushie.
So, they just sat there for a moment – the mysterious stranger smiling contentedly into his pillow, whilst shuffling absent-mindedly on a dumbfounded Seungcheol’s thighs for a comfortable position. When he finally settled, satisfied, he peered up through his lashes at the still staring Seungcheol, whispering with a teasing grin, “No need to be so stiff, you know – you’d be amazing to nap on if you just relaxed a bit. I’m Jeonghan, by the way.”
And with that, he just shut his eyes right closed and began to snore quietly – Seungcheol couldn’t help cooing internally at the sound despite his lingering confusion.
For the rest of the lecture, Seungcheol watched, lyrics and lecturer forgotten, as Jeonghan grumbled and sniffled in his morning nap. When it seemed like the boy would slip off the chair, he would gently guide him back to his lap, seeing the little grin spread on his angelic face. He fiddled, awed, with Jeonghan’s silky blonde locks, smiling when the boy sighed contentedly in his sleep when he ran his fingers through them.
As the lecture finally came to a wrap, Jeonghan roused gradually from his nap – adorably disoriented as he rubbed at the pillow marks on his cheek. He took his time to grab Seungcheol’s biro from beneath his pillow, turning another page on his notebook. Seungcheol watched curiously as he scratched something across the page, closing the book before turning on his lap.
Then with a wide, sleepy smile, he leaned forward once again, giving Seungcheol a small, chaste peck on his cheek as he murmured, “I better see you again, mister cute chair thief.”
Then he slipped off his lap as quietly and discretely as he had come, sliding carefully through the backdoor again to join the exiting crowd of students.
***
It was only when Seungcheol was climbing into his bed back at his dorm after hours of daydreaming through classes, that he found the messily scrawled note in his lyric book, reading—
Yoon Jeonghan’s number:
010-xxxx-xxxx
Call me ;)