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"beomseok whats your eta?" suho's voice echoed through beomseok's headphones as he walked
"5 minutes. are you there yet?"
"yea, so are sieun and seongje. seongje brought his friend, wooyoung i think? if you dont like him you can probably just ignore him."
"okay, thanks for telling me, ill see you."
beomseok wrapped his jacket tighter around his body, the thin material doing little to protect him from the late night breeze. he had agreed to meet with his friend at a karaoke place downtown, however he severely underestimated how long it would take for him to get there. so, he had to suffer through goosebumps and his toes feeling like they'd fall off with every step he took.
walking through the doors of the building surrounding the karaoke place was like heaven to beomseok. he was met with warmth that he so desperately needed.
he went to the room suho said they were in, room 4 at the end of the hall, and was met with obnoxious singing from seongje, trying to coax sieun to join him.
"beomseok! finally, im getting tired of seongje's antics" suho had a bright smile on his face.
to his left sat mystery man wooyoung, holding a beer he was clearly too young for.
"wooyoung's in your grade" sieun said, his eyes staring into beomseok's for a bit before turning back to his lover.
"ah... such love birds am i right?" suho nudged beomseoks side. "sure" beomseok busied himself in looking at wooyoung. the man had longer hair, long enough to fall into his eyes. he was leaned over his legs, one hand wrapped around thr bottle and the other scrolling on his phone. "why's he here?"
"he's seongje's dad's friends son, or was it uncles friends son... I dont know hes a family friend and apparently seongje thinks youre a loner and need friends your own age." suho panned to seongje who was now sitting next to sieun with the microphone tight in his grasp.
beomseok turned away from the two once seongje leaned in. get a room, he thought.
so the night continued. he ended up making small talk with wooyoung when yeongi showed up, giving suho someone to talk to.
thats how he ended up somewhat drunk, in the backseat of a uber with kang wooyoung. he foolishly accepted a swig of beer from him, and with his terribly low alcohol tolerance and his frail body, his words started slurring and showing textbook signs of being drunk.
sieun told wooyoung to make sure he got home safe, giving the man a couple hundred won for the uber.
when beomseok's house came into view, beomseok was asleep on wooyoung's shoulder, his glasses askew and his mouth parted open, the streetlighrs reflecting off of the metal of his braces. wooyoung shaked the man, eventually jolting awake. he helped beomseok to the door, about to ring the bell when beomseok put a hand on his wrists, effectively pulling wooyoung's hand away from the door.
"w-we have to go to my window.." beomseok said, his words stringed together awkwardly, however his message getting across clearly.
"and where's that?"
"the back of the house" beomseok pointed weakly.
wooyoung dragged the man around the house to the backyard, a ladder stationed below a window on the second floor.
"you sure you can do that on your own?"
"mhm..." beomseok clutched weakly at the metal, climbing slowly but surely. wooyound watched as he pushed on his window with his body weight, the glass eventually swinging inward under the pressure. "bye wooyoung" beomseok waved, his eyes shortened to slits as he waved weakly, his arms leaning on the window frame.
wooyoung nodded and began walking back around to the front of the house.
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wooyoung at the back of the room with his legs spread, surrounded by his group of friends who he was now finding extremely annoying.
yeongbin was talking about this girl hes talking to, and it was getting incredibly repetitive.
"yah, whos that kid?" jeongchan says, pointing to a guy that had just walked in and situated a table toward the middle. wooyoung looked up from his phone, staring at the back of the kids head, looking all too familiar.
"apparently he transfered schools, some shit happened back at his old school"
wooyung couldn't shake the feeling that he knew him, but no names came to mind.
"whats his name?" wooyoung stayed transfixed on the back of the figures head, following his hair strands.
"oh jeonseok... hunseok... ah, oh beomseok that was his name" wooyoung teared his eyes away to glare at yeongbin's stuttering. at least now he knew he wasnt crazy, he did know him, and he also watched his climb into his window but thats besides the fact.
the first period teacher came in and began her teaching. wooyoung watched beomseok pay close attention, watched his hand glide across paper, the way his fingers curled around the pen, how his head tiped slightly to the left when he wrote.
god, wooyoung was obsessed. he realized after he stared at the guy the whole period, the teachers voice only becoming background noise.
the next few periods passed the exact same way. despite beomseoks repetitive movement, wooyoung remained in a state of longing.
when lunch rolled around, he followed his friends to the cafeteria, hoping to catch a glimpse of his new obsession, however he was quickly met with dissappintment when he realized that wasnt true.
he excused himself from the table, earning a look of confusion from jeongchan, but he didnt care. he walked calmly to the classroom, finding beomseok asleep at his desk. wooyoung gently tapped beomseok's shoulder, watching the man slowly sit back up rubbing his eyes and sliding his glasses back on his face.
"wooyoung?" beomseok squinted, his eyes still adjusting to the change in light
"why didnt you go to lunch" wooyoung hated how pathetic he sounded, but beomseok seemed oblivious to it anyway. "im not hungry"
wooyoung walked over to his backpack, taking out a onigiri and sliding it onto beomseok's desk.
"you should eat, youre too skinny for your height." wooyoung patted his back before walking out, feeling accomplished.
yeongbin and jeongchan were talking way too loud by the time they went back to the classroom.
a couple snickered at the sudden break in the peace, but most just ignored the obnoxious group.
on beomseok's desk was the empty plastic from the onigiri. he was back to dreamland, half of his arm hanging off the desk. his mouth was pushed together into a sort of pout, and wooyoung couldn't help but stare. hes so cute
the math teacher came, telling the class about thr upcoming mock test.
during language, the teacher told the class that beomseok excelled greatly in the area. he watched a couple people look at each other, surprised that the transfer actually had something inside his head.
"wooyoung, we should go to the bar again, you need to lighten up sometimes, yea?" jeongchan nudged his arm.
"sure whatever."
jeongchan grinned before walking the opposite direction.
beomseok groaned as he started dabbing a cotton ball over the cuts in his arms. his father had gotten upset again. apparently he found out via security cameras that beomseok went out, and he cle a rly didnt like that.
his ribs ached and the room felt suffocating. usually on nights like these, his closet would be his safe haven, but right now all he needed was fresh air. so, with fresh bandages wrapped around his arms and legs, he slipped out his window to go for a walk.
he deeply regretted not bringing a thicker jacket. the may chill was in the air, making it unbearably chill in only a thin sweater and sweatpants.
he emerged from the convience store with a can of redbull and a pineapple bun, shivering from the changes in temperature. he was planning on roaming the area when he heard all too familiar laughs and the voices of his classmates.
shit, im so fucked
he was frozen still. Last time he saw classmates in public, he got beaten up and had to take multiple days off of school. that was from his old school however the trauma still ran deep instead, who rounded the corner was wooyoung, and beomseok felt a sense of relief.
"beomseok-ah, you should join us, we're gonna hit a club, you look like you need some fun" wooyoung exclaimed, practically skipping over to loop his arms with beomseok's. he was drunk, very obviously so.
"I should get home-"
"oh youre no fun... come join seokie, for me hm?" the nickname hit hard for beomseok, which is how he found himself agreeing. he was terrified of seeing wooyoung's friends in public, which is also how he found himself hiding behind wooyoung as they approached.
"I got beomseok to join us!!" wooyoung grinned big, side stepping by an inch to reveal beomseok's lanky structure. beomseok watched the group jump up and down as if beomseok was one of their bestest friends.
he followed into a club, the music blasting into his ears and already making his head hurt.
beomseok was led along to the bar, wooyoung attempting to shove a glass into his hand.
"I dont drink" beomseok stuttered
"I figured, its iced tea with some strawberries, I figured you'd like something fruity, hm?" wooyoung lowered his head to the side to look at beomseok correctly. his words stringed together awkwardly, the effects of the alcohol doing that to his mind. "take the jacket off, its hot in here" wooyoung tugged at beomseok's cardigan.
"its fine im cold" beomseok pushed wooyoung's hand away from his sleeves
"whatever you say."
wooyoung's friends dragged wooyoung to a room in the back, therefore forcing beomseok along as well.
"where are we going?" beomseok asked, watched as the club lights dissipated and the music getting quieter.
"yeongbin has connections, you know? we come here a lot. its just a private room, nothing to worry, okay?" even in his drunken stupor he found ways to reassure the smaller
in the room there were a group of girls, who looked only to be a year or two older, caked in makeup and cheap perfume that burned beomseok's nose.
it reminded him of his mother's and he felt his arms ache just thinking about it
"I should go-"
"just sit and look pretty for me, okay?"
beomseok was taken aback from the subtle compliment from him. he felt his face heat up, no doubt blushing like a teenager with his first crush.
wooyoung sat next to beaomseok on the edge of the couch, effectively sandwiching beomseok between his body and the edge of the cushions.
beomseok watched as wooyoung lit a cigarette, blowing the air directly into the face of one of the girls trying to get in his pants "yah I dont swing that way" wooyoung spat as he withdrew the cancer stick from his mouth.
beomseok was appaled. wooyoung was gay? thats the last thing he would have expected.
the rest of the night was spent dozing off staring at wooyoung, and thankfully thr man was so drunk he didnt notice.
when the hour hand hit 12, beomseok poked wooyoung's arm that was wrapped around his shoulders.
"I got to go" beomseok said
"stay for a bit more, hm?"
"I shouldn't- I mean- my dad-"
"aw okay..."
when beomseok got up, he expected eooyoujg to turn back toward the table and take a swig from his glass, but instead wooyoujg wrapped a hand around his wrist and pulled him down enough so wooyoung could peck beomseok's lips. while beomseok was still trying to process what just happened, wooyoung took off his windbreaker and put immense effort into wrapping it around beomseok's shoulders without getting up from thr couch.
"be safe okay?" wooyoung waved at him
beomseok stood for a moment or two, eventually finding it in himself to move his legs and go home before he was caught out again
wooyoung strolled into the classroom, his head pounding and his stomach twisting, tell-tale signs of a horrible hangover. he told himself he wouldn't drink, but he couldn't stop thinking about a lanky someone.
he slumped in his seat, his head tilted toward the ceiling and his eyes closed.
wooyoung was halfway through a cat nap when he was tapped on the shoulder. he was planning on ignoring whoever was interrupting his dreams, but the person was insistent. he opened his eyes to see the person plaguing his dreams.
"your jacket" beomseok said, his hands holding his neatly folded black windbreaker.
"you get home fine?"
"mhm... uh- do you remember anything from last night?" beomseok shifted his weight between his legs, his fingers fiddling with the edges of his zip-up.
"no, why? did I do something?"
"well- uh- you kinda... kissed me?"
"ah, so that wasnt a dream... yea thats my fault, apologies if I made you uncomfortable" wooyoung sounded as if he had zero regrets, and he knew he didnt.
"well... you know, did you mean it?"
"are you asking me if I like you?"
"well i- uh I guess?" beomseok smiled awkwardly, his lips jutting out a bit from his braces
"then my answer is yes, I do like you, oh beomseok"
"I- I like you too" beomseok said. wooyoung felt how awkward the air was
wooyoung opened his mouth to say something, his words halted by the sound of the door sliding open and the teacher walking in
beomseok scurred back to his desk, likely happy to get away from the exchange.
Lunch rolled around, and wooyoung had somehow convinced beomseok to sit with him and his group in the cafeteria. the boy didnt have much on his tray, but considering that beomseok used to not eat lunch, it was better than nothing.
to wooyoung's dismay, beomseok and his friends did not seem to get along. neither hated the other, however wooyoung could tell they only tolerated each other for the sake of himself. instead, wooyoung pulled beomseok out earlier than the periods end, leading him to the rooftop by the edge of his hoodie.
"whats going on?" beomseok stared at wooyoung with his head tilted, his eyes burning wooyoung's pupils.
wooyoung stepped close, and beomseok couldn't help leaning backward a bit
"dont be scared" wooyoung put a hand on beomseok's face, testing the waters, seeing if beomseok would push him away. when he didnt, wooyoung pressed his lips to beomseok's, watching his eyes flutter closed and his hands trace up to grasp wooyoung's shirt.
wooyoung tapped his tongue to the crease of beomseok's lips, asking permission. when beomseok parted his lips, wooyoung shoved his tongue between the man's teeth, his enamel hitting beomseok's braces hard enough for him to fear it might crack. if anyone were to walk onto this rooftop, one might think wooyoung was devoring beomseok's face, his lips practically in the others mouth. he tasted blood, but he didnt care. he bit beomseok's lips a couple times, so thats what it probably was.
it wasnt until he finally pulled away did he understand who's blood he actually licked up. wooyoungs lips were shredded, absolutely destroyed from beomseok's braces.
"are you okay? im so sorry" beomseok managed, his fingers going to wooyoung's lips as to try and wipe away the dark red
"its okay, i liked that" wooyoung pressed his fingers to his lips, revelling in the aftershocks of what just happened. "ah would you look at the time, come on we gotta go"
wooyoung grabbed beomseoks wrist, dragging a speechless, lips swollen beomseok down the stairwell to the classroom wooyoung sat in thr back like always, letting beomseok separate from him
"what the hell happened to you?" yeongbin said, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"nothing important"
"yah look at beomseok, hes fucked up, too" jeongchan said, pointing obviously to the man staring at his desk as if the wood could move and perform a show
"I dont know what youre talking about" wooyoung said, grabbing a tissue from his backpack to rub at his kiss-swollen lips.
"you and beomseok made out, didnt you?" dongha exclaimed a little too loudly, the people in the class turning to stare.
"so what if we did? you got a problem?" wooyoung put on a stern impression, looking to scare his friends shitless
"damn okay, you do you i guess. happy pride month?" jeongchan put his hands up in mock surrender.
wooyoung smirked, now focusing his attention on the boy in the front who was blushing red like a tomato. so cute.