Seeking Paradise in a Dream [3/?]
Title: Seeking Paradise in a Dream
Part 3/? [ Part 1)( Part 2 (with Pictures of everyone)]
Rating: PG
Genre: AU
Fandom: Click-B
Pairing: Ssangho and YunTae
Dedication: Still for lovelysilver19
I am still really proud of this fic. o____o Read it even if you don't know who they are. It's good, promise.
“MOVE!” someone shouted, shoving Jonghyuk roughly into a locker. He’d been avidly reading Taehyung’s notebook instead of paying attention to where he was going as he was walking down the hallway.
“Ooh, be careful, she might tell her daddy on you!” Someone else said, and the two students burst into hysterical laughter and ran off.
“What the hell,” Jonghyuk muttered, bending to pick up the notebook that had been knocked out of his hands. “I’m not a girl.”
Jonghyuk was proud to be a delinquent. He rebelled against his dad, who happened to be the school principal, every way he could. He wore his hair long (which is what prompted most of the girl comments), because technically there was no rule against it, so no one could do anything about it, but it drove his father crazy. He hung out with Yunseok, the most delinquent delinquent he knew, and he flirted with girls, ignored teachers, and did anything else he could think of to cause trouble, or anything he could copy from Yunseok.
Like… Yunseok came to school late everyday. Well, Jonghyuk couldn’t actually come to school late, (his dad drove him) but he could go to class late. So he did. And even though his dad put him in a different class than Yunseok (because Yunseok was such a bad influence), he still managed to hang out with him whenever possible, following him around and copying his delinquent behavior, which is what had made the other students nickname him ‘Yunseok’s girlfriend’.
Whatever, he didn’t care what they thought about him. Mostly. Sometimes it bothered him a little, but… it didn’t matter.
He was just annoyed because now he’d probably have a bruise on his arm, and they’d interrupted him during a pretty juicy part in Taehyung’s notebook. He returned to reading, quickly flipping to the page he’d left off on.
Yunseok’s eyes beheld me, his gentle eyes that often caught the light, reflectin-
Someone shouted his name, interrupting Jonghyuk yet again.
He looked up, and when he was who it was, he quickly hid the book under his shirt. “Oh, hey, Taehyung!” He said with a grin.
Taehyung looked mad. Really mad. “Give me my notebook, Jonghyuk.”
Jonghyuk smiled innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, hyung.”
“I’m not joking,” Taehyung said, glaring at the younger man, “You didn’t read it, right?”
“Of course no-” Jonghyuk started, and then paused.
“I KNEW you took it!” Taehyung said, tugging at his shirt sleeve a little, “And you read it??”
“Well, it doesn’t really matter now, does it?” Jonghyuk asked, inching away.
“Just give it back, or I’ll tell the whole school you’re saving up for a sex change.”
Taehyung wasn’t playing.
“But I was just getting to the part when ‘Yunnie’ confesses to you~” Jonghyuk whined, backing up more.
“…” Taehyung paled a bit, whispering “Give it back,” in a soft, scarily calm voice.
Jonghyuk sighed and pulled the notebook out of his shirt, giving it back to Taehyung. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to know what you spent all day writing. There’s some good stuff in there.”
“…Don’t tell anyone what you read.”
Jonghyuk nodded.
Taehyung held onto the notebook tightly, resisting the urge to strangle the annoying, aggravating, obnoxious, thoughtless boy in front of him. “I’m very. Mad. At. You. Right. Now.”
And with that, he turned and walked quickly towards his solace, the library.
Jonghyuk shrugged, yawned a little, and went to look for Yunseok.
***
Hoseok had spent the entire day trying to get up the nerve to talk to Sanghyuk, but it wasn’t working. Everytime he tried he’d start blushing, and he’d stutter, and it was just too embarrassing. He didn’t need the whole school talking about he was gay, whether or not it was true. And even more so, he didn’t want Sanghyuk thinking he was a loser. Even though that was probably true too.
So he sat at his desk and watched the board, doing his best to get caught up in his lessons and not be distracted by the student sitting beside him. It was working. Mostly.
***
Yunseok was dreading the weekend. But that was normal. The weekend meant no school, which meant being at home, and… let’s just say he’d rather be at school.
So while everyone was running around, flailing about how it was almost the weekend, and discussing all their fun plans, Yunseok was sitting at his desk with his feet propped up, trying to take another nap.
“Yuuuuunseok~”
He opened one eye, clearly annoyed, and frowned. Jonghyuk was leaning over him with a dorky grin on his face.
“Hmm?” Yunseok said, blinking a little and stifling my yawn.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” Jonghyuk said, putting down his bag, “I was worried I was going to have to kiss you to wake you up.”
“If you did that then no one would believe you weren’t my girlfriend.”
“True,” Jonghyuk replied, braiding a little section of his hair. “SO. Do you want to come to my house this weekend?”
“No.”
“Why nooot?” Jonghyuk asked, surprised. Usually Yunseok was up for anything, as long as it wasn’t at his house.
Yunseok resisted the urge to headdesk. “Last time I stayed at your house, I saw your dad walking around in his underwear. Do you know how wrong that is?”
“…Oh. Right.” His dad always ruined everything. “And you won’t let me come to your house… so… um… how about… Hey, Sanghyuk!”
Sanghyuk looked up from some last minute notes he was scribbling down. “What?”
“We’re coming over to your house this weekend, okay?”
Sanghyuk didn’t have people over to his house, because if they saw his room, covered in rock posters, without a book in sight, they’d know he was totally fake. And anyway, they were only asking him because they needed somewhere to go. “No, sorry.”
Jonghyuk’s look of horror would have been amusing if Sanghyuk hadn’t been more interested in peeking at Hoseok, who was carefully fixing his hair and putting away his books. He thought he was being discreet about it, but unfortunately, Jonghyuk noticed who he was giving his attention to.
That was a big mistake, because if there was anything Jonghyuk loved more than getting on his dad’s nerves, it was matchmaking, and immediately, he formulated a plan.
“Guys,” Jonghyuk said, looking back and forth between his two friends, “I know where we can go this weekend.”
TBC~
Part 3/? [ Part 1)( Part 2 (with Pictures of everyone)]
Rating: PG
Genre: AU
Fandom: Click-B
Pairing: Ssangho and YunTae
Dedication: Still for lovelysilver19
I am still really proud of this fic. o____o Read it even if you don't know who they are. It's good, promise.
“MOVE!” someone shouted, shoving Jonghyuk roughly into a locker. He’d been avidly reading Taehyung’s notebook instead of paying attention to where he was going as he was walking down the hallway.
“Ooh, be careful, she might tell her daddy on you!” Someone else said, and the two students burst into hysterical laughter and ran off.
“What the hell,” Jonghyuk muttered, bending to pick up the notebook that had been knocked out of his hands. “I’m not a girl.”
Jonghyuk was proud to be a delinquent. He rebelled against his dad, who happened to be the school principal, every way he could. He wore his hair long (which is what prompted most of the girl comments), because technically there was no rule against it, so no one could do anything about it, but it drove his father crazy. He hung out with Yunseok, the most delinquent delinquent he knew, and he flirted with girls, ignored teachers, and did anything else he could think of to cause trouble, or anything he could copy from Yunseok.
Like… Yunseok came to school late everyday. Well, Jonghyuk couldn’t actually come to school late, (his dad drove him) but he could go to class late. So he did. And even though his dad put him in a different class than Yunseok (because Yunseok was such a bad influence), he still managed to hang out with him whenever possible, following him around and copying his delinquent behavior, which is what had made the other students nickname him ‘Yunseok’s girlfriend’.
Whatever, he didn’t care what they thought about him. Mostly. Sometimes it bothered him a little, but… it didn’t matter.
He was just annoyed because now he’d probably have a bruise on his arm, and they’d interrupted him during a pretty juicy part in Taehyung’s notebook. He returned to reading, quickly flipping to the page he’d left off on.
Yunseok’s eyes beheld me, his gentle eyes that often caught the light, reflectin-
Someone shouted his name, interrupting Jonghyuk yet again.
He looked up, and when he was who it was, he quickly hid the book under his shirt. “Oh, hey, Taehyung!” He said with a grin.
Taehyung looked mad. Really mad. “Give me my notebook, Jonghyuk.”
Jonghyuk smiled innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, hyung.”
“I’m not joking,” Taehyung said, glaring at the younger man, “You didn’t read it, right?”
“Of course no-” Jonghyuk started, and then paused.
“I KNEW you took it!” Taehyung said, tugging at his shirt sleeve a little, “And you read it??”
“Well, it doesn’t really matter now, does it?” Jonghyuk asked, inching away.
“Just give it back, or I’ll tell the whole school you’re saving up for a sex change.”
Taehyung wasn’t playing.
“But I was just getting to the part when ‘Yunnie’ confesses to you~” Jonghyuk whined, backing up more.
“…” Taehyung paled a bit, whispering “Give it back,” in a soft, scarily calm voice.
Jonghyuk sighed and pulled the notebook out of his shirt, giving it back to Taehyung. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to know what you spent all day writing. There’s some good stuff in there.”
“…Don’t tell anyone what you read.”
Jonghyuk nodded.
Taehyung held onto the notebook tightly, resisting the urge to strangle the annoying, aggravating, obnoxious, thoughtless boy in front of him. “I’m very. Mad. At. You. Right. Now.”
And with that, he turned and walked quickly towards his solace, the library.
Jonghyuk shrugged, yawned a little, and went to look for Yunseok.
***
Hoseok had spent the entire day trying to get up the nerve to talk to Sanghyuk, but it wasn’t working. Everytime he tried he’d start blushing, and he’d stutter, and it was just too embarrassing. He didn’t need the whole school talking about he was gay, whether or not it was true. And even more so, he didn’t want Sanghyuk thinking he was a loser. Even though that was probably true too.
So he sat at his desk and watched the board, doing his best to get caught up in his lessons and not be distracted by the student sitting beside him. It was working. Mostly.
***
Yunseok was dreading the weekend. But that was normal. The weekend meant no school, which meant being at home, and… let’s just say he’d rather be at school.
So while everyone was running around, flailing about how it was almost the weekend, and discussing all their fun plans, Yunseok was sitting at his desk with his feet propped up, trying to take another nap.
“Yuuuuunseok~”
He opened one eye, clearly annoyed, and frowned. Jonghyuk was leaning over him with a dorky grin on his face.
“Hmm?” Yunseok said, blinking a little and stifling my yawn.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” Jonghyuk said, putting down his bag, “I was worried I was going to have to kiss you to wake you up.”
“If you did that then no one would believe you weren’t my girlfriend.”
“True,” Jonghyuk replied, braiding a little section of his hair. “SO. Do you want to come to my house this weekend?”
“No.”
“Why nooot?” Jonghyuk asked, surprised. Usually Yunseok was up for anything, as long as it wasn’t at his house.
Yunseok resisted the urge to headdesk. “Last time I stayed at your house, I saw your dad walking around in his underwear. Do you know how wrong that is?”
“…Oh. Right.” His dad always ruined everything. “And you won’t let me come to your house… so… um… how about… Hey, Sanghyuk!”
Sanghyuk looked up from some last minute notes he was scribbling down. “What?”
“We’re coming over to your house this weekend, okay?”
Sanghyuk didn’t have people over to his house, because if they saw his room, covered in rock posters, without a book in sight, they’d know he was totally fake. And anyway, they were only asking him because they needed somewhere to go. “No, sorry.”
Jonghyuk’s look of horror would have been amusing if Sanghyuk hadn’t been more interested in peeking at Hoseok, who was carefully fixing his hair and putting away his books. He thought he was being discreet about it, but unfortunately, Jonghyuk noticed who he was giving his attention to.
That was a big mistake, because if there was anything Jonghyuk loved more than getting on his dad’s nerves, it was matchmaking, and immediately, he formulated a plan.
“Guys,” Jonghyuk said, looking back and forth between his two friends, “I know where we can go this weekend.”
TBC~