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Park Sungho was used to attention.
As Jamsin High's student council president, he was the school's pride and joy. And, well, it didn't really help that he had the face and personality of an angel. He was the guy who always had his tie perfectly straight, his homework done early, and his smile effortlessly charming.
Naturally, this meant he had admirers. A lot of them.
Not that it mattered. Because, unbeknownst to the entire school, Sungho was already taken.
And Taesan hated keeping it a secret.
Not because he wanted attention or anything. God, no.
He just… didn’t like watching people throw themselves at his boyfriend. The way students giggled when they asked Sungho for help, how they lingered around the student council room pretending they had questions—it was infuriating.
Today was no different.
Sungho was cornered outside the classroom, politely dodging yet another love confession from a third year who was way too close for comfort. Taesan, standing a few lockers away, watched with growing irritation.
And then, Sungho laughed. That soft, polite chuckle he always did when he didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.
That was it. Taesan snapped.
He strode over without hesitation, wrapping an arm around Sungho’s waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Hate to break it to ya,” Taesan said, smirking, “but your school pres' is already taken.”
Silence.
The third-year’s eyes widened. The hallway went dead quiet. And Sungho—sweet, composed, beloved Sungho—turned bright red.
“T-T-Tae—” Sungho sputtered, his usual eloquence destroyed in a single blow.
Taesan, enjoying this far too much, leaned in a little. “What? You gonna deny it?”
Sungho opened his mouth, then closed it. His hands twitched like he wanted to push Taesan away but didn’t know how.
This was NOT how he planned on coming out.
The third year, still frozen, looked between them. “Wait… what?”
“Yup,” Taesan said, popping the ‘p.’ “President’s off the market. Sorry, better luck next time.” He tightened his hold around Sungho's waist before moving his hand to his wrist and turned them both away. “We’ll be going now~”
Sungho let himself be dragged off, too stunned to protest. It wasn’t until they reached the empty stairwell that he fell to the ground and let out a strangled noise, covering his face with both hands.
“Taesan!” he hissed, peeking between his fingers. “Why would you say that?!”
Taesan grinned. “What, you didn’t want them to know?”
“I— I mean—” Sungho groaned. “I wasn’t ready! And now everyone knows!”
“Good.” Taesan shrugged. “Now they’ll stop throwing themselves at you. You’re mine, after all.”
Sungho let out another tiny, flustered whine and hid his face in Taesan’s shoulder.
Taesan just chuckled. If he knew Sungho, the news would be all over the school within at least 40 minutes. But honestly? He didn’t care.
Now, everyone knew exactly who Park Sungho belonged to.
And Han Taesan liked it that way.
By lunchtime, the entire school knew.
Now, don't get him wrong-- Sungho absolutely loved his friends, they were the best. But sometimes... they can be a bit...
There's Jaehyun, the laid-back vice president of the student council, is always quick to tease Sungho, poking fun at his perfect persona. He catches onto rumors faster than anyone, and he never passes up an opportunity for a witty remark.
Riwoo, the calm and collected treasurer, prefers to keep things organized. But he’s always watching—observing the chemistry between Sungho and Taesan, though he stays quiet... for now.
Sungho barely stepped foot into the student council room before Jaehyun and Sanghyeok pounced at him.
Jaehyun smirked, crossing his arms. “So... Secret boyfriend, huh?”
Sungho groaned, dropping his head onto the table. “Ugh... Not you guys too..."
“Oh, absolutely us too,” Jaehyun said, leaning closer. “Do you know how fast the rumors spread? I had a first year ask me if Taesan forced you to date him.”
Sanghyeok, ever the calm observer, tapped his chin. “I think the real question is… how did we not know? We’re literally together all the time.”
Sungho peeked up, his face still pink. “We were discreet!”
Jaehyun and Sanghyeok deadpanned while sharing a look.
“…Sungho, I caught you staring at Taesan during the last meeting twice,” Sanghyeok said.
Jaehyun nodded sagely. “And you always get weirdly quiet when he shows up.”
Sungho groaned again, sliding further down in his chair. “I hate this.”
Meanwhile, Taesan had his own problems.
Leehan and Woonhak were relentless.
“So,” Woonhak said, barely containing his grin. “Our Han Taesan, our band president, the guy who once called the student council ‘boring losers,’ has been dating their president this whole time? Talk about cliche!"
Leehan smirked, tuning his guitar. “I feel betrayed. You could’ve at least told us.”
Taesan scoffed, slouching in his seat. “It wasn’t a secret, we just… didn’t tell anyone.”
“That’s literally the definition of a secret.”
Before Taesan could argue, the band room door flung open.
It was Sungho. Still visibly flustered. Behind him, Myung Jaehyun and Lee Sanghyeok were peeking through the door, trying-- and horribly failing-- to contain their laughter.
Taesan blinked. “Uh. Hi babe?”
Sungho marched up to him, eyes shining with determination. Then, before anyone could process it, he grabbed Taesan’s collar and—
kissed him.
The band room exploded.
Woonhak screamed. Leehan nearly dropped his guitar. Even Jaehyun and Sanghyeok started howling like hyenas from the door.
Sungho pulled away just as fast, face now completely red. “There! Now it’s really not a secret!”
Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and bolted. The other two trailing behind him while laughing hysterically.
The band room was silent for a solid five seconds.
Then, Woonhak fell to the floor, cackling. “SUNGHO-HYUNG JUST—”
Leehan wiped an imaginary tear. “Damn. I think he just out-Taesan’d Taesan.”
Taesan, still stunned, slowly grinned. “…Yeah. Yeah, he did.”
And honestly? He really liked it.
The moment Sungho left the band room, he regretted everything. While on his way to the council room, he took a sudden detour to the bathroom and sat on the floor.
When he put his hand on his chest, his heart was pounding.
What did he just do?
In front of Woonhak and Leehan of all people?? They were never going to let him live this down.
And he was right.
By the time he made it back to the student council room, Jaehyun and Sanghyeok were already waiting for him, pretending as if they hadn't just ran back from the same place after dumping Sungho there.
“So…” Jaehyun drawled, leaning against the desk, “I just got an interesting text from Woonhak.”
Sungho froze. “…What.”
Sanghyeok held up his phone, replaying the scene, looking mildly impressed. “You kissed him? In front of everyone?” And by everyone, he meant the band members and them.
Sungho slapped both hands over his face. “I panicked.”
Jaehyun grinned. “No, this is great. I mean, I was expecting you to deny everything for at least another week. But instead, you had a full-blown dramatic moment. Who knew you had it in you, yeppi-yah?~”
Sungho let out a strangled groan. “I wasn’t thinking, okay?! I just—” He waved his hands in the air. “—he looked so smug about everything, and Woonhak said that to him, and I just—did it!”
Jaehyun burst out laughing. “Oh my god. This is the best thing that’s ever happened.”
Riwoo, watching Sungho practically vibrate in his chair, finally sighed and patted his shoulder. “Well, at least now no one will question it anymore.”
Sungho groaned again. “I need to go into hiding.”
Meanwhile, back in the band room, Woonhak was still rolling on the floor.
“I cannot believe he just did that!” Woonhak wheezed, clutching his stomach. “He kissed you and then ran away!”
Leehan smirked, nodding approvingly. “Honestly? That was kind of badass.”
Taesan, still replaying the moment in his head, just chuckled. “Yeah.” His lips curled into a smirk. “Yeah, it was.”
Then, because he had absolutely no shame, he whipped out his phone, snapped a selfie, and texted it to Sungho with a simple message:
Taesan: You missed. Try again later? 😘
And somewhere across campus, Park Sungho—who was already struggling to survive—took one look at his phone and collapsed onto his desk.\
Jaehyun took one glance at the screen and burst out laughing again.
Later that evening, Sungho was still hiding in the student council room when Taesan found him.
Leaning against the doorframe, Taesan smirked. “So. You’re alive.”
Sungho, face still buried in his arms, mumbled, “Barely.”
Taesan chuckled, walking over. “You really didn’t have to go that far, y’know.”
Sungho peeked up at him, still blushing. “…You smirked at me.”
Taesan raised a brow. “And?”
“And I hate when you do that! You always look like you’re winning something!”
Taesan snorted. “I was winning something.” He nudged Sungho’s chin up with a finger. “You.”
Sungho made another flustered noise and swatted his hand away, but Taesan just laughed.
“C’mon,” Taesan said, grabbing his waist and pulling Sungho towards him. “Let’s get out of here before Jaehyun and Sanghyeok come back to torment you again.”
Sungho sighed, letting himself be pulled along.
Maybe the whole school knowing wasn’t that bad.
…But he was still never living this down.