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Being a rich high school student has perks, you can buy whatever you want, pay money to go to better schools and classes, avoid confrontation and might even get you popularity status. For most students it’s freedom but for the students in Ganghak, it’s prison. It’s putting a target on your back, the people in the union don’t care, they’ll get away with it.
One of the leaders is Baekjin and his father who created the union. If you snitched, it’s a death sentence. No one’s bothered because the second they told their parents, they got the beating of their life. Their biggest break was to move to another school. When you’re rich, and become a target, suddenly wealth doesn’t grant you any immunity.
The person who was affected by this the most was Oh Beomseok. Beomseok was fine during his year of class 1, no one really knew him or bothered him, he didn’t share much about himself. He was just like anybody else who was an outcast, no one knew he was rich because no one talked to him. Beomseok’s currently 17, he has pale skin, black hair, a bit grown out, quite fluffy even. He wore round glasses in his previous year but ditched them this year. He thought they were annoying and just didn’t suit him, he wasn’t too blind so he navigated pretty well.
One day, after a month or so since school started he was walking to his classroom. He was about to be late, he forgot to turn on his alarm clock and he had a couple minutes left for class. He speed walking through the halls as they started to clear up because of students going to their own respective classrooms. As he continues at his current speed, he then knocks into somebody’s, specifically somebody’s chest.
“Ow.”
He doesn’t know what or who he collided with. He then looks up and immediate steps back.
When he looked up, he saw Keum Seongje. He was a tall man, dark hair and had half rimmed glasses on. He had the eyes of the devil.
Keum Seongje was Baekjins right-hand man, he’s one of the most important people in the Union. Almost considered a leader, he’s the best fighter within the Union and the craziest person to ever meet. He enjoys fighting, enjoys the suffering and brutality he inflicts onto others. Everytime he punches he laughs, every time someone wants a serious conversation he has the biggest grin planted on his face. When he leaves people with bruises and blood, he takes a picture and says it’s “cute.” So at Ganghak, people who weren’t a part of the union or their loyal gophers, people stayed out of his way. They wouldn’t talk to them or be within 5 feet distance because they would have a 50 percent chance of being bullied and another 50 percent has a chance of being their gofer.
Beomseok was aware of this, he knew how this went because of what he experienced in middle school. Being bullied relentlessly, when he didn’t pick up the phone they would hit him harder. When Beomseok went to the head teacher, they couldn’t do anything, they just said, “they’re good students, just tell them to tone it down.” So he gave up. And when the day came that he found out they were going to a different high school, Beomseok was happy again, he thought he would live a stress free school life. But unfortunately that wouldn’t come true this year.
“Hi there.” Seongje says as he looks down at Beomseok.
Beomseok quickly bows down and says to seongje, “hello, I’m so sorry. I was heading to class I got to-“ he was rambling as he tried to walk away until Seongje cut him off. “Hey wait a minute, let me get to know you.” He says with his class devious smile as he puts his hand on Beomseok’s shoulder. Then putting his whole arm around him.
That’s when it all started.
But to Beomseok’s surprise, Seongje treated him very different unlike his past gofers and bully victims. The couple of weeks to months he had to be around Seongje (and his gang friends), he was treated nicely ?
Seongje and his friends would make him do errands. When they found out his father was a chairman, they made him buy them snacks, pay for their drinks. Beomseok didn’t complain, it was better than getting beaten up for a change. Everyday he had to go to each of their classrooms, leave a bottle of their favorite juice or a bundle of cash. He had to do seongjes homework, even though he was incredibly smart, he was lazy to do it. I mean if you have someone to do it for you, he thought it was an amazing advantage. Another thing he did everyday for seongje is just be by his side and be prepared to do anything he asked.
But here’s the odd thing about Keum Seongje, whenever he was with Beomseok he would be more sweet, gentle and even clingy in a way. For example some days when Seongje is just in the bowling alley, he would have Beomseok sitting next to him, doing his math homework as Seongje was on his phone. He would let one of his hands rest on Beomseok’s knee. It wasn’t invasive or him trying to be perverted, more just to be cozy and show he’s relaxed. In Beomseok’s mind, he didn’t really mind since he got used to it. He just rested his hand, he definitely found it odd for someone like seongje to do that, but he didn’t see anything wrong with it.
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Present time
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Class was going to start around 10 minutes, Beomseok had his backpack full of things and drinks. He popped into one class as everyone was on their devices or chatting with their friends. He saw one of seongjes friends/ one of the bullies he had to serve, sleeping on his desk. He places down the drink that he wanted on his desk and moved away. Of course people saw beomseok doing that for the gang members, some felt bad but couldn’t do much about it. Beomseok doesn’t mind as much anymore since he does the same thing everyday. If anything he feels lucky that’s he’s being treated nicely, it’s a very unlike thing to see within the Union.
He continues on.
“He wanted 10,000 won.”
“He wanted Coca Cola.”
“He wanted two…no three packs of cigs, wow.”
“Today he wanted cash instead.”
As beomseok was finishing up, his last one is seongje, he wanted beomseok to get him some strawberry milk, he told him he was craving something sweet this morning. So when Beomseok took it out of his backpack, he accidentally crashed into someone. But only Beomseok fell down and dropped the carton of milk and when he looked up he saw Choi hyo man.
Choi hyo man helped out seongje in the union, actually he’s more forced to. He thought it would be tough and make him look cool to be in the Union, he thought he could basically own everyone in the school and tell them what to do. But the real person who had any control in this school was Seongje. So when Choi hyo man couldn’t reach the deadline for what Seongje and baekjin wanted, he got the worst beating of his life, his eye was purple and blue, lip was busted, he almost landed himself into a coma. So he only wanted to get on his good side, he would beg profusely for more time or try to sweeten seongje up to forget.
Choi hyo man was aware of beomseok, in fact he tried to make him his own gofer until seongje was nice enough to tell him to back the fuck off. Usually he would’ve kicked him in the head but he decided to just let it go. Just this once.
So when Choi hyo man saw that it was beomseok lying on the floor. He had a smug look on his face when beomseok looked up at him.
“I’m so sorry hyo man I didn’t look where I was going, I was busy-“ Beomseok tried to get up but not was only cut off from him talking but also shoved back down on the floor. Hyo man pushed him back with his foot.
“Yah next time look at where your fucking going.” Hyo man sees the milk carton next to a frazzled beomseok. He picks it up and Beomseok starts to reach for it.
“Wait can I have that ba-“
“Yah, shut up, I didn’t ask you to speak did I?” He then opens up the carton.
“Maybe this will teach you something.” He then proceeds to move the carton upside down. Pink milk comes out of the carton and falls all over beomseok. He gasps as it’s super cold and His hair immediately gets soaked in milk, his uniform gets stained and wet leaving him cold. Beomseok shudders over the cold milk and he feels tears coming out. He notices a bunch of his school mates nearby, watching this. Beomseok thinks this is so embarrassing and humiliating, he hears gasps leaving the other students mouth as Choi hyo man is laughing when the carton is finally empty of its contents.
hyo man then decides to toss it at Beomseok’s head. He leaves with a proud look on his face. Beomseok looks up now that he’s finally gone, he sees everyone looking at him with pity. He gets up and dashes out of the scene and tries to find the nearest bathroom. When he does, he shuts the door and sees that it’s empty, class is going to start soon and seongje is going to wonder where’s Beomseok. He starts to panic and takes off his blazer, he turns on the sink and looks in the mirror. God he’s pitying himself. He’s crying over spilled milk.
He just wants to leave, he wants to erase what just happened. This was so humiliating and now he’s scrubbing milk out of his maroon blazer while crying. He still has stains on his pants and shirt, he just wants to go home.
Then his phone starts to ring.
Ring… Ring…
When he opens his phone he sees the time and he didn’t even notice the bell had rang. Class started 3 minutes ago…
Ring… Beomseok answers
“Beomseok where are you, where’s my stuff.” He sounds disappointed.
Beomseok didn’t want to sound like he was crying but he couldn’t stop sniffling.
“O-Oh I’m so sorry seongje, I had a little problem and I lost your milk, I’ll see you during break time.”
“Are you okay beomseok, where are you?” He enforces.
“I’m okay, d-don’t look for me” he mutters to himself “this is so embarrassing.” “U-Um please seongje I’m alright.”
“Beomseok” he starts to sound mad.
“Tell me where you are right now.”
Beomseok starts to get frustrated.
“I-I’m in the boys bathroom, but please don’t look for me, it’s nothing to worry about-“ then he heard the phone hang up. Beomseok squeezes his eyes shut knowing seongje is going to be looking for him.
Fuck.
He puts his phone back in his pocket and keeps scrubbing the milk out of his blazer until the white stains are gone. Beomseok hears foot steps and suddenly some slams the door open.
He sees its seongje, he turns the sink off and moves to see seongje.
When seongje looks at Beomseok he sees the mess. Beomseok is covered in most likely was his strawberry milk. He sees his hair was doused in milk, his uniform is ruined and sees tears rolling down his cheeks. He rushes forward to Beomseok, he’s already fueled with rage. He puts his hand on Beomseok’s chin to over see him.
“Who the fuck did this to you beomseok, and don’t fucking lie.” Seongje keeps a firm stare. Beomseok looks away as he doesn’t want to deal with this.
“Beomseok.” His eyes snap back to seongje who’s looking at him with intense eyes.
“Tell me.”
Beomseok shifts uncomfortably under his gaze.
“Choi Hyo Man.”
Seongjes face expressions change from upset to being enraged and irritated. He lets go of his chin.
“Clean up, and meet me at our usual spot during lunch.”
Beomseok nods and says, “I’m sorry about the milk seongje.”
Seongje gives him a look of disbelief.
“Don’t apologize.” Is all he says before he leaves the boys bathroom. Leaving Beomseok to continue to wash his uniform and hair.
Fuck, what’s seongje going to do.
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The “usual” spot was just the rooftop, that’s where Beomseok, seongje and his friends stay.
Where most of the time seongje smokes cigarettes. Beomseok is beside him, eating his lunch. One of seongjes friends occasionally asks Beomseok to get them something to drink.
So this time it’s a little different.
Seongjes friends are leaning against the railing. Beomseok is sitting on an air vent, he is eating his food and looking over his notes. He’s hair dried wavy this time as he has to wash it off in the sink. His blazer was still damp so he couldn’t wear it. Seongje had took off his and gave it to Beomseok to wear it so he doesn’t get cold. He remember he was thanking him profusely and Seongje told him he needs to stop being so cute. Beomseok’s cheeks went pink.
But right now, Beomseok refuses to look at the sight in front of him.
Currently seongje has a cigarette in his mouth. On the floor is choi hyo man, he has blood leaving his mouth, his eyes and cheeks are bruised as he’s pleading for forgiveness. Seongje doesn’t care and is pressing his foot against his neck.
He then crouches down to pick him up by his collar and when he does he laughs at him. Hes laughing seeing him suddenly pleading while blood drips off his mouth. Seongje sends him another punch to the face. Hyo man falls back, moaning out in pain.
“Yah.” He looks at him, seeing how pathetic he looks. “I told you Beomseok’s mine, I let you off and now you pull this shit, you really don’t give a fuck. I should send you to baekjin-“
“NO!” Hyo man shouts as he then squeezes his eyes shut because of the pain.
“Then fucking listen to me shibal sekkiya.” He grabs his collar again to make sure he listens.
“You pull this shit again and I’ll fucking throw you off the roof.” He shoves him back on the flooor and seongje stands up.
“Leave.” Hyo man didn’t hesitate this time and tried to get back up quickly even though he was kicked all over, bruises littering him.he stood up weakly and tried to run out, his legs giving out as soon as he opened the door out.
Beomseok was speechless and didn’t know what to do or say right now. He saw hyo man getting brutally beaten up and seongje threatening to kill him. It’s not soemthing he hasn’t heard before but it’s the fact that’s he’s doing this for Beomseok. In a way he feels guilty for what happened to hyo man. But then his thoughts snapped when seongje was walking up to him.
“You done eating beomseok?”
Beomseok nods, giving him a smile of reassurance. Beomseok should feel scared but at the same time he doesn’t because he knows how he acts towards him.
“Hyo-man won’t bother you anymore.” He then begins to touch Beomseok’s hair, “if he does tell me, I’ll kill him.” He knew he was being serious, he never doubted that.
“Seongje-“
“I’ll do it, he screwed with you, I won’t let him do it again.”
Beomseok shut his mouth at that sentence. He knew he couldn’t change his mind.
“Anyways.” He goes to sit next Beomseok on the air vent.
“After school we are going to the internet cafe.” Not a do you want to? Want to go with us? It’s just, we are going. Beomseok found it nice how he always included him even though he’s just their gofer. He just wanted a pair of friends.
“Okay.” Beomseok agrees even though he’s wasn’t asked anything .
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When they all got there, Beomseok did the usual and paid for everyone’s time and what they wanted to drink.
Seongje went to his usual spot and he dragged Beomseok to sit next to him. Beomseok didn’t really need to do anything on the computer, he would maybe check out stuff that would help him with his homework assignments. But mostly he would either be on his phone or watching seongje play.
Then seongjes phone starts to ring, he lets himself die to answer it and he sees that it’s his best friend, Baekjin. When he answers the call, his left hand goes into Beomseok’s knee just to bring him down to earth. Beomseok is unfazed and stares into seongjes computer where it says “YOU DIED” in all caps.
“Choi hyo man was bothering me, I gave him a warning before and he didn’t care, he messed with Beomseok. I just beat him and he started to beg.” Seongjes laughing again. “I taught him a lesson and when I brought up your name he got all scared.” He smiles.
“But how did you know about this, ohhh, heh of course, yeah yeah, I told him I’d kill him if he tried, you know me.” Pretty cynical how he laughs at this situation.
“Is that all, ok.” When he hangs up the phone, two men start to talk that was nearby them.
“Ah all these kids thinking theyre gangsters or something.”
“They should be disciplined, they know nothing.”
When seongje heard those words, he faked a smile and stood up. Beomseok who heard it too, looked up at the standing seongje and knew he was up to something. He observed what he was doing, he walked up to the two men sitting down on the opposite side of them.
Seongje proceeds to slam one of the guys heads into the wooden desk. Making the guy next to him stand up to which seongje sends him a punch. He starts to laugh as he saw the attempt the guys friend tried to make.
The two guys are groaning and grabbing at their heads as Seongje speaks.
“Yah next time mind your own fucking business unless you want to die.” Seongje grabs the first guys head and slams it back down on the table.
He sighs like he’s exhausted and went back to his spot next to Beomseok. While the guys scurry to leave after that altercation. Beomseok doesn’t say anything, rather he feels like he can’t say anything, he knows seongje wouldn’t be mad at him but he never wants to test that theory.
As Seongje slumps back in his chair, two of his friends suddenly appear next to Beomseok.
“Hey beom beom!” One of them say, Beomseok turns his head back to see the familiar faces. “Hi.” Beomseok responds politely.
“Can we borrow 13,700 won please.” One of them tries to ask cutely. Beomseok never objects their requests so he says yes and pulls out his wallet.
When he gives them the money, before they leave, seongje says soemthing to the two boys.
“Stop being greedy, otherwise I’ll kill you.” He says with eyes glued to his computer screen. The boys kind of laugh nervously and say, “we’ll stop” and the run off.
The game on seongjes computer keeps going and Beomseok looks at the screen. Seongjes fingers are clicking while looking at the keyboard, he looks pretty focused.
“If they ask you for more money, tell me beomseok-ah. All they are are greedy bastards.” He keeps his eyes on the screen as he says this. Beomseok nods to him and says, “I will.” seongje hears the response, turning in his chair to face beomseok. He has the same devious smile on his face, he reaches out to ruffle his hair.
“Good boy.” He mutters and turns back to his game, placing his hand once again on Beomseok’s knee. Making Beomseok put his head down to avoid looking all blushed and squeamish.
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Next couple of weeks.
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You see, Beomseok for the past weeks never minded the affection that seongje gave right? Now in these next weeks, he’s been actually longing for it. Everyday he meets up with seongje, he just waits for him to do his normal routine of putting his hand on his knee, touching his hair and whispering in his ear. He started to feel like he was having a crush on Seongje. But he didn’t know if he felt the same, like what if he just became touchy for the sake of making fun of him? Beomseok had his mind torn in half, with one side he didn’t care if he did or not and the other that he did. But all he could confirm is that he did like the intimacy.
For example, one guy named Yeon Sieun came to talk to Seongje. He wanted to talk about something revolving around the union, how it was affecting everyone in his school of Eunjang High. His friend Baku and Gotak were being affected by this, one of them being blackmailed and forced to separate against his friend group. The other tried protecting his friend and then resulting in violence from Baekjin and Seongje. Yeon Sieun was fed up and was clear to take this in his own hands. At first he ignored it when he came to fight with him in the bathroom that one time but now that he messed with his friends, he’s over it.
They are currently in the infamous underground bowling alley, school ended half an hour ago. Seongje and Beomseok are in their usual spot. Beomseok was doing seongjes English homework this time, tapping his pencil against the paper as he’s thinking. When then, a shortish guy appears, he has different uniform on, a navy blue blazer to be exact. He had bowl cut hairstyle and his facial expressions where Beomseok can only think of as sad and maybe a bit angry.
When he came down, one of the guys started to speak to him.
“Yah who are you.” He has his arms crossed against his chest, trying to show off as buff and intimidating.
But the guy didn’t answer him, he instead said, “where’s seongje?” Beomseok now starts to pay more attention to this than the homework.
“Why do you want to speak to him?” He stayed to get annoyed.
“I’m Baku’s friend, let me speak to him, now.” His voice is very monotonous, he was being very straight forward.
The guy then looked at his friends and nodded to his friend, a sign to get seongje.
“Alright, come sit over there next to Beomseok.” He says pointing where Beomseok is sitting at.
He doesn’t say anything and goes over, he sits on the opposite side of where Beomseok is sitting at. Beomseok looks up from his paper to see the guy who also is looking back at him. Beomseok doesn’t want to be rude so he goes to introduce himself.
“I’m Beomseok nice to meet you.” He extends his hand, but sieun doesn’t shake his hand, he doesn’t even speak. So Beomseok nervously smiles and puts his hand back to do seongjes work.
Maybe he’s not a talkative person.
A couple seconds go by and Beomseok gets confused on one of the sentences.
“You know, the difference between 'than' and 'then' is 'than' means something has greater value over another thing. 'then' means something after, like we are hanging out and proceeding to do something else after.”
Beomseok’s head lights up.
“Oh thank you.” He bows his head a bit. “I’ve been stuck on that problem, learning English is a bit tricky, but honestly I don’t think seongje couldve solved this either.”
“Seongje? Is that his work or something?” He tilts his head at the sudden information.
He forgets that he doesn’t know about their “friendship.”
“Oh! Yeah t-this is his homework.” He laughs it off.
“Hes smart you know.” He motions with his hands. “But he can get lazy to do his homework, so I step in a little bit.” The guy doesn’t respond back, he just keeps the same gaze on beomseok.
Suddenly a door slams open, seongje emerges, he’s wearing black hoodie, he changed out of his uniform. He starts to walk over to his table with beomseok when he sees the guy.
“Oh haha, the one and only Yeon Sieun!” He says loudly as he approaches them. Sieun sees how beomseok doesn’t look fazed and rather continues doing his homework. He pans his attention back to the smiling seongje.
He moves his chair back and sits down. His facing sieun as he then moves his hand to Beomseok’s knee, this catches sieuns attention.
Without moving his head and only his eyes, he sees how seongje gently puts his hand on Beomseok’s knee. Beomseok looks unbothered, in fact it’s like nothing happened, he wasn’t disturbed or looked unsettled, he looked normal.
“What brings you here, Yeon Sieun?” He taunts.
“I want you and Baekjin to leave my friends alone.”
Seongje rolled his eyes, sighing.
“Why? Why should I listen to you?”
“He blackmailed Baku and injured Gotak, they don’t want anything to with Baekjin and the Union.”
“Well I can’t do anything about that.” He crossed his arms.
“Why not.”
“It’s not up to me, it’s up to Baekjin, he just lets me have fun.” he points to the far away door with a grin on his face.
“Let me speak to him then.”
Seongje sighs, “if you insist.” He lets go of Beomseok’s knee and gets up.
Yeon sieun now snaps his head toward Beomseok. He’s still doing some worksheet.
“Did they force you to hang out with them.” Beomseok moves his head up and points to himself. Sieun nods.
“Well I wouldn’t say forced I just happened to meet them and I’m with them now.”
“You’re smart Beomseok, you’re not a bad person and you’re not being forced. why are you choosing to hang out with people like him?”
“he trusts me, he’s nice to me and I don’t really have any other friends.” Beomseok painfully admits,he doesn’t want to randomly trauma dump sieun right now but it’s the truth.
Sieun doesn’t believe it.
Seongje appears again and Sieun finishes up his conversation with Beomseok.
“It’s better to be alone than be with people that make you their gofer. Everyone’s alone at one point, and you’re running from that to be with bullies. You’re being a coward.” The last sentence was spoken softly.
Beomseok’s eyes lose their spark as he hears that information.
“I-“ he clears his throat.
“I know I’m a coward but at least being their gofer, I have someone to hang out with and someone that protects me. I haven’t had friends and it’s tiring to be alone and hurt.”
Sieun doesn’t say anything, it’s clear Sieun hit a nerve. Seen Beomseok’s face and his voice being shaky. Sieun understands though, he’s been in that situation for years and now he has friends.
He shouldn’t have said that.
When seongje goes back to sit, Beomseok stands up.
“Sorry, but I have to go to the bathroom, it was nice meeting you Sieun.” He places the pencil back on the table and bows to Sieun. He tucks the chair in and is about to walk as he’s behind seongje.
But then seongje grabs his wrist.
“Are you okay?” Seongje raises his eyebrows seeing the sudden need to leave. He doesn’t tug him harsh just firmly to know that he detects something is wrong.
“Yeah I’m fine I’ll be right back.” Beomseok leaves quickly and seongje puts his arm down on his side.
Sieun views their relationship, how Beomseok is someone who’s smart, neat, obedient. Contrasting with Seongje who is mischievous , crazy and stubborn. He sees how surprisingly gentle Seongje is towards Beomseok, unlike any other bully Sieun has seen. Especially from someone in the union, the bullies Sieun faced in his other school weren’t part of the union were rough, brutal and daunting. Therefore, Sieun believes there’s another side to seongje, maybe even the union. How beomseok became their “gofer” and gets hit with the best treatment. The only treatment you get if your best friends or are dating.
He saw how comfortable beomseok was when Seongje put a hand on his leg or how beomseok didn’t mind doing seongjes homework. How beomseok is rather more truthful while seongje plays with secrets.
“Saekkiya, Baekjins in his office, you can go.” He nods his head as a sign of “go.”
Sieun stands up, not bothering to move his chair, and says two things to seongje.
“Stay away from me and my friends.” To which Seongje doesn’t care. In fact, he hits him back with a smirk.
In seongjes mind, he’ll continue if baekjin lets him.
Then when he steps away, he stops in his tracks to say, “take care of Beomseok, be his friend or not,it’s not my business .” He continues to walk away. That was the one sentence that made Seongje turn serious from this whole conversation.
After a couple minutes he saw beomseok walking back to him. When he sits down, Seongje stops him from doing his homework.
“Are you okay, did Sieun something to you?”
Beomseok saw his sudden seriousness. Did sieun say something to him? What should he say?
“We were just talking about some things, nothing serious.” He tried to ease up the mood. But knowing seongje it doesn’t work.
“What did you talk about.”
He blinks,“Homework, he was um, helping me out, I got stuck in a problem, that’s all.”
“That’s all?”
“Yes.”
Beomseok technically wasn’t lying, he just decided to only telll him half of the conversation. Seongje stopped pressing him about it and just told him, “if anything bothers you, tell me, I don’t want to shake it out of you.”
“I will.” He declares with a convincing smile.
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
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A couple days pass from what happens with sieun and Beomseok. This time they are in a different setting, specifically at Beomseok’s house.
Seongje is sitting at his desk as Beomseok is on his bed, doing his own homework this time. Seongjes bored and just wants Beomseok’s attention. He stands up and walks over to him, Beomseok is laying on his stomach, writing on his problem sets. He was trying to focus but with Seongje, his mind gets fuzzy. As more time passes and days go by, Beomseok feels like he likes seongje but the thing that’s stopping him is that if Seongje really likes him. He doesn’t know if he just likes him as his gofer since the previous conversation with sieun, got him thinking.
“Beomseok-ah.”
Beomseok looks up from his homework to see seongje standing in front of him.
“Yeah?”
Seongje kneels down on his knee and moves some of Beomseok’s hair that’s almost in his eyes. Seongje scoffs at the eye contact Beomseok’s making, he would say it’s pathetic but he finds it endearing.
He then puts both hands on Beomseok’s face, holding him a bit firmly which raises Beomseok’s confusion.
“Have I ever told you, you have a very cute punchable face?”
Beomseok starts to frown, lips pouting but seongje continues, “you’re just my type.” He smirks as he moves closer to bump their noses together.
Beomseok stops frowning, now his face starts to get hot. Seongjes flirting has always been interesting to say the least…
Beomseok doesn’t know what seongje plans to do next, his mouth is slightly open from the shock of what he said. So Seongje starts to lean closer, he’s staring at Beomseok’s lips. Beomseok still is staring at where Seongje is looking, Seongje licks his lips and plants a kiss on Beomseok’s lips. His eyes widen at the sudden action, Seongje doesn’t stop and Beomseok soon falls into motion. He starts to kiss back, their mouths moving in sync. Seongje still has his hands on Beomseok’s face, he’s almost pulling him closer, their kissing continues which starts to leave them a little bit out of breath.
When they separate, they take in each others face while panting.
Beomseok’s cheeks are pink, his mouth is a bit red and lips are a bit puffed up. His pupils are dilated and he has lovesick eyes.
Seongjes panting, his lips are just like Beomseok’s. His eyes though are soft, pupils aren’t necessarily dilated. His fingertips linger on his face and he looks at beomseok with eyes of want and desire, he looks at him up and down and leans to kiss him again.
Beomseok, doesn’t want to let go.