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Lord knows that I would kiss your every inch of you even if your skin was poison. (To kiss your holy skin in my dreams)

Summary:

It was unfortunately summer break, leaving Charles to play Mobile legends and hopelessly pining his classmate. He was a simple student that got good grades, high marks, and always got first ranking in the honors list. He took pride in himself that he could flaunt off his academic prowess to his classmates, unfortunately for him, the only one he wanted to impress had his eyes on someone else.

 

(I had to write to fic because my sister said she would give me a bracelet in return.)

Notes:

I need to write the gay for the bracelet.

Do not read this hot piece of shit unless I know you by full name because this shit is embarrassing as it is.

Chapter 1: Sweet talk (Everything you say, sounds like sweet talk to my ears)

Chapter Text

It was unfortunately summer break, leaving Charles to play Mobile legends and hopelessly pining his classmate. He was a simple student that got good grades, high marks, and always got first ranking in the honors list.

He took pride in himself that he could flaunt off his academic prowess to his classmates, unfortunately for him, the only one he wanted to impress had his eyes on someone else. The boy was more outgoing than him, making Charles pale in comparison with how closed off he was with strangers.

Charles was a simple, normal, and definitely an ordinary student whom was not crushing on a boy who used to sit in front of him in class. Definitely not in love, trust me. He told me himself.

He rarely daydreams in class, but when he did, it usually consisted of him dreaming about how he would run his hands through the boy's hair. how it would feel when he would shower the boy's face with soft kisses; leaving no inch of his face unloved.

This little habit of his only grew when school ended, fortunately for him, he could still see and meet up with his crush in a musical school that they both enrolled in.

Charles was sitting in a chair in the school's building, he would be playing Mobile legends if it weren't for the fact that his phone was running low on battery and he had no internet.

He silently groaned in his hands, rubbing his face in frustration. All of the people inside the building were children whom were talking in their own friend group; reminding him that the two classmates that were partaking in the same music school as he was, were late.

He groaned into his hands again, he crossed his arms and huffed like a small child. He looked around the room he was in, taking in every meaningless detail to occupy his mind.

His eyes scanning the room before his gaze fell upon the trumpet that his crush would play. He thought about how the boy would play the instrument in a focused and calm mind.

How he would subtly fidget with the handle when he wasn't playing it. How his head would lightly bob up and down as he played. How his cheeks would puff up and blush when he--

"CHARLES!!!"