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Junhui’s eyes teared up in frustration as he feebly kicked the back of his car. Of course, it had to be on the coldest day with ominous gray clouds looming ahead that his car decided to break down. He gave another pathetic kick before shivering as an icy wind blew by, his black sweater was not doing its job.
Junhui mentally slapped himself, regretting the decision to stay behind to help out a desperate friend in need for backup in a college board meeting. If it wasn’t so late, the college parking lot would be filled with people willing to help out Junhui, but now it was filled with puddles and naked trees blowing with the wind. He leaned into his car again and tried to turn the key.
No luck, the car stood still.
He wanted to yell every obscene curse word he knew out loud so someone could pity him.
Junhui felt a couple drops of wetness on his cheeks. He looked up, the gray clouds were heading straight towards him, blasting out large amounts of snow. He glared at his car for a second before decided to head back into the most likely empty building to hide. Attempting a light jog, he tried to make his way back.
The snow was coming down thickly, he paused for a second to rub the clumps of snow that had got caught in his eyelashes. It was getting harder and harder to see and move, it was like he was caught in the climax of a movie where the main character is obnoxiously too slow.
He made another weak attempt to brave the torture to safety before a black leathered arm caught him by the waist and pulled him in the totally opposite direction.
Every bone in Junhui’s body was telling him to resist and yell fire, not that there would be a fire in this weather, but the body was warm and soothing. He just let the mysterious figure pull him along to a motorcycle with a thin layer of snow resting atop of it. Cool, Junhui has always wanted to ride a motorcycle.
The figure placed a large helmet on top of Junhui’s head, making sure the strap fit snugly around his chin and covered his red-tipped ears.
Straddling the motorcycle, Junhui wrapped his arms around the figure, not caring if this could be considered kidnapping. His cheeks burned as the motorcycle took off as the wind whipped against his red cheeks. He closed his eyes, trying to burrow in the leather jacket.
The thrill ride only lasted a short couple of minutes, not that Junhui got enjoy it. The figure gently pulled the helmet of his head and pulled his hand into an apartment.
Junhui scratched his head, this wasn't his place, Minghao wasn’t yelling at him, he didn't even live in an apartment.
The figure pulled of his scarf and Junhui finally got a good look at him. He squinted his eyes.
“Wonwoo?”
The male threw off his jacket, giving Junhui a glimpse at the sexy tattoos that decorated collarbones, dipping down under a tight shirt. Junhui has always longed to see the infamous dark ink littering the male’s slender torso. He had never spoken with the ‘campus bad boy’, only to have exchanged quick glances at each other filled with sexual tension.
Wonwoo turned and gave him an aggressive worrisome glare.
“What the fuck were you doing out in that weather?”
Junhui flinched at the sharp tone, he's heard rumors about Wonwoo, but Junhui hates stereotyping. He awkwardly tugged at his wet sweater, shivering slightly. Wonwoo let out an exasperated breath and walked closer to Junhui.
“You're like a puppy,” he muttered under his breath. Junhui didn't know if he was supposed to hear that.
“I didn't know that my car would break down,” Junhui said, trying for some odd reason to reassure the worried male that he has never talked to before.
Wonwoo looked up, “You didn't check the weather?”
Junhui shook his head, shivering again. Wonwoo let out a sharp exhale before gripping the hem of Junhui's sweater. “You're getting cold,” Wonwoo muttered as he tugged the damp sweater of Junhui's torso. “The forecast said blizzard, you idiot.” Throwing the damp sweater off somewhere, he gave the rest of Junhui's body a hot stare.
“Take off your pants and underwear. I’ll get you warm clothes.”
Junhui stared at Wonwoo's backside as he turned to a room off the side. Wonwoo didn't really want to come back to a naked Junhui, right?
Junhui slowly tugged off his wet jeans and briefs, placing them in a small pile. He felt shy and exposed.
He scanned the room, looking for something to cover his lower body, it was too cold for him to be a prude. His eyes landed on the discarded leather jacket, reaching for it, the distinct smell of cologne and spruce tickling his nose. Junhui carefully wrapped it around his waist, covering up his lower half.
Wonwoo walked back in with a large blanket and oversized hoodie. Junhui was still shivering a bit. Wonwoo sighed and helped slip on the hoodie over the fluffy head of hair. His tattooed fingers brushed the strands of hair that had fell over Junhui's eyes.
“So tell me why the campus golden boy was staying after school so late without his fanclub?”
Junhui raised an eyebrow at him. “What do you mean?”
Wonwoo gave him a droll state as he unwrapped the blanket. He pushed Junhui to sit down on the couch, draping the blanket across Junhui's lap, “You don’t notice the fanclub that follows you around? They literally have a fan page on Instagram.”
Junhui stared blankly at Wonwoo, folding his legs up so he could place his chin on his knees. “No?”
Wonwoo sighed and fell down on the couch, thighs only separated by a fluffy blanket, “Forget it, you’re too oblivious.” He slightly leaned his thigh closer to Junhui, “Like a puppy.”
Junhui pouted, “I am not like a puppy.”
Wonwoo laughed, rubbing Junhui’s cheek. “Yes you are, like a cute golden retriever. So happy and an attention-whore.”
Junhui's face flushed pink, “I'm not an attention-whore.”
Stretching his arms above his head, Wonwoo smirked at Junhui. “Yeah, you are. You like it when people stare at you. You're such a golden boy, got the look, fanclub, and,” he paused and gave a sinful smirk to Junhui, “the obvious crush on the bad boy.” Junhui tried to open his mouth to retort, but he wasn’t wrong, not that he would confess that Wonwoo.
Wonwoo rolled onto Junhui, caging him under him with inked arms. “Don't you watch romance dramas, Junnie?”
Junhui was struck with awe. “What?” he whispered breathily.
“The bad boy always gets the good boy.”
Junhui made a half-assed attempt to get out of the embrace of Wonwoo, though he didn't want to admit that the inked arms currently holding him felt safe and secure. All the rationale Jeonghan had hammered into his head about bad boys with tattoos taking advantage of a pretty Chinese boy like him left the room.
Don't all good boys deserve to live a little?
A streak of confidence suddenly filled his body. He craned his neck up, voice in a hush whisper, “Don't you know Wonwoo? Bad boys always have soft spots for the good boy.”
Wonwoo smirked wildly, “So I've been told.”
Junhui’s breath got caught in his throat. Wonwoo slowly tugged off his t-shirt, wiggling his torso in a teasing manner. Junhui’s eyes ate up the sight of smooth skin tattooed with black swirls.
“Pretty,” he whispered, fingers dancing across skin.
Wonwoo smiled, grabbing the dancing fingers. “I don't think I've ever had someone say my tattoos were pretty.” Placing kisses upon fingers, he grasped them tighter, pulling them towards his chest. “Don’t you play the piano? You have very pretty piano fingers.”
Junhui blushed and nodded. “Thanks,” he whispered. Wonwoo brushed his nose down the curve of Junhui's chin.
“As much as I would like to throw you on my bed and have my way with you, we have bigger problems,” he purred teasingly in the curve of Junhui's ear.
Junhui attempted to sit up, but was blocked by a broad chest. “What?”
A slender finger rested under his chin and pushed his head toward the window, “We got a small problem called a blizzard, golden.”
Outside, torrents of flurries rained onto the ground; already the ground was covered thickly. “According to the news you didn't watch, naughty move on your part, golden,” Wonwoo said, staring outside, “it's supposed to snow until tomorrow.”
Junhui arched a perfect eyebrow.
“And that means you,” Wonwoo paused and pointed a finger at Junhui's chest. “Are stuck with me for the weekend.”
Junhui's cheeks flushed pink, “What?”