[fanfiction] 1+1=3; chapter 07
Title: 1+1=3
Group: U-Kiss
Pairing: Shin Soohyun/Shin Dongho
Rating: PG-15
Warning: Yet another high school AU.
Summary: Shin Soohyun thought working temporarily as a teacher in a high school would be a peaceful, relaxed experience. Clearly, he was oblivious to a number of possibilities.
N/A: After a whole decade, I'm updating this D: Hope you're still somewhat interested :/
chapter one; chapter two; chapter three; chapter four; chapter five; chapter six;
Chapter seven
Dongho was having troubles walking down the corridor - sure it was entirely empty, since the classes had ended forty minutes ago, but he lacked the ability of walking with canes while carrying a backpack, so one would understand why the task gained a considerable amount of difficulty. No one had even offered to help him and Kiseop studied in a different building, so he was all out of options.
“Do you need help?” asked a familiar voice.
He grinned without even looking back. “If it’s from you, I’m glad to take it,” and Soohyun was already placing his backpack on his own shoulder. “I’m tired of walking with this cane, can I lean onto you? It’s only natural a teacher would help his student, after all,” he said, batting his eyelashes prettily.
“Ok,” Soohyun gave in and let the boy curl onto him, serving as his support as they walked out of the building. Outside was empty, as everyone was back at the dorm, taking showers and getting changed, some even finishing studying for the day.
The sun was setting down and Dongho smiled to himself when realizing that the idea of walking while hugging under the sunset as freely as that, just like a real couple, seemed like just one more of his silly dreams some time ago. He let his head fall onto Soohyun’s shoulder, shuddering as his waist was held tighter and an idea popped in his head.
“Take me to your room,” he muttered close to his face and Soohyun looked at him with wide eyes and was preparing himself to shake his head and say how wrong that was. “It’s not a request, it’s an order.”
“Since when do you order me around?” Soohyun asked with a disdainful chuckle, a little too caught up on the way their bodies rocked together casually.
“Since now,” Dongho answered shortly and there was something in his tone that made Soohyun head for his own bedroom pronto.
They arrived rather quickly, which was tricky for Soohyun since Dongho seemed to be comfortable enough to completely support himself on his shoulder. He helped the boy onto the bed and dropped the cane and the backpack anywhere, trying to keep himself busy and away from Dongho.
“Hyung,” it was how Dongho called him in private currently, which was happily approved by Soohyun, who stiffed up every time he was called teacher by him, for varying reasons. “Take my shoe off, will you?”
He gave an incredulous raise of brows and mumbled, “What?” Dongho just smiled and swayed his unharmed foot vehemently. Soohyun rolled his eyes and removed the shoe, absently pulling the socks along, noticing the foot was rather small for male standards and, weirdly, finding it a little endearing. Finally looking up and feeling just so weird, he saw Dongho unbuttoning his shirt. He hadn’t even noticed him take the blazer off. “Why are you undressing?” his voice faltered and his eyes refused to leaved the growing path of exposed skin.
“It’s warm in here,” he answered and looked at Soohyun with a soft yet unnerving smile, eyes bright. He moved his foot from his teacher’s hands to his lap, rubbing his heel against the thigh and Soohyun stared down at it and the toes ghosted his chest and Dongho’s legs were parted so invitingly. “I’m all defenseless, hyung,” the boy said in a small voice, shifting his hips slightly and Soohyun was distracted by the exposed navel, wondering how it’d feel like to run his tongue around its rim without even realizing it. “You can do whatever you want to me and I won’t be able to walk away.”
“Dongho,” Soohyun’s voice was needy and he unconsciously moved forward, falling atop Dongho when the latter got hold of his tie and pulled at it. It was one of the unchaste kisses Dongho liked to induce and he curled his unaffected leg around Soohyun’s waist, hands flying to his nape to pull him down even more, if that was possible. Acting out of instinct, Soohyun ran a hand up the thigh, squeezing and loving how Dongho moaned softly beneath him.
“Hyung,” he gasped and strangled another moan as lips kissed his neck, “touch me?” it was such a nice plead and Soohyun wanted to comply, but something, something inside him kept from it and he snapped back into reality, retreating with a confused expression. Dongho frowned back at him but he was already rolling back to bed.
“This is too-” he tried to think of a proper word to describe this disorienting sensation but didn’t succeed. The thing was it was not good to want it as bad as that and it was scary so Soohyun would rather not do anything. Just of thinking what could happen, he felt different sorts of shivers run down his spine. “Let’s just do something so we’ll get distracted.”
Dongho eyed him through the corner of his eye with a pout but didn’t say anything. Soohyun closed his eyes and winced, moving his hips awkwardly. His pants felt embarrassingly tight.
*
For the nth time in that afternoon, Soohyun sighed and propped his forehead on the palm of one hand. He read the long, thin and numerous lines of his textbooks with extreme boredom, wanting to close that at once and go outside and have some fresh air, which he hadn’t done during the whole day. When he was not in one of his four classes he had that day, he stayed at the school’s quiet and peaceful library, studying old college subjects. The library also had the advantage of not having Dongho, who didn’t seem willing to leave him alone. On the lunch break, he spotted Soohyun reading a book on a bench while carelessly munching on a sandwich and had approached him as if everything was ok, legs working perfectly once again.
“What is songsaengnim doing?” he said happily, sitting beside him. Looking around urgently and clasping a hand to his heart, he was immensely grateful to state the area was completely deserted, since the students didn’t have the habit to hang around there on noon.
“What are you doing?” he muttered between gritted teeth, eyeing Dongho as if the boy was some sort of alien, which would explain a lot if it were true. Dongho’s smile widened and his eyes got darker, one more of his many contrasting smiles.
“I’m talking to my favorite songsaengnim during our break time,” he chirped and blinked, falsely oblivious, when Soohyun almost had a heart attack at his lack of sensibleness. “Doesn’t he want to talk to his most dedicated student?” he asked with a pout. “It’s not fair, I’m always so eager to help him,” and the pout dissolved into a nasty smile that, as always, only Soohyun could see. “So eager,” he repeated and bit his lower lip obscenely. Soohyun gulped.
“You’re not supposed to be here and I’m trying to study,” he whispered, starting to feel paranoid and think someone would hear them, which was practically impossible. Practically.
Dongho frowned and leaned forward to take a glimpse at the texts Soohyun seemed to devour. “Study? What? What for?”
“Well, for a test I’ll take experimentally,” he said, looking down to his books again. “I was supposed to try it next year, but since I won’t have anything to do on its date, I guessed I could give it a shot.”
Raising an eyebrow, Dongho observed him, changing a bit his posture. “And what is that test for?”
“A post graduation course,” he explained without paying too much attention. Dongho made a sound to show he understood it and laid his eyes on Soohyun thoughtfully, mind working by itself as his face went almost entirely blank. He smiled briefly and hopped out of the bench. “Then I’ll let you study, honey,” he whispered the last word with a mischievous grin and ran out of sight before Soohyun could lecture him on it, leaving his teacher with an astonished face.
But, at the silence of the library, with barely any students in the same section as him, protected by rows and more rows of books, he was at the purest peace. The long table by which he sat was entirely empty, since the law area wasn’t mostly visited by high school kids, so he felt comfortable to panic as much as he wanted to all by himself.
Absorbed in words, he didn’t notice it when someone did come to the section in which he was, slow, firm steps heading to his table. The person had the entire table, but they chose to sit right before him - not that he cared. He glanced up and saw the girl sitting before him. It was one of his students, from Dongho’s class, if he wasn’t mistaken. Quite a nice kid. He recalled having talked to her on a few occasions, she liked to make questions about the subjects.
“Ah, hello, Eunmi sshi,” he greeted with a smile. She grinned back at him, acting a little weird, but he figured students just were like that around their teachers.
“H-hello, songsaengnim,” she muttered. Soohyun noticed she didn’t carry any books or bag and raised a brow for a moment, but decided to leave it alone. He was about to go back to his studying when she spoke up again. “Um, songsaengnim,” she started, looking down at her closed hands and blushing a little. “You see, the winter prom will be next month and… Well, I know other girls will ask you to go with them, but I decided to ask first. Would you take me to the prom?”
He eyed her cautiously. She was a fairly good looking girl, he’d even say she was one of the boys’ first ideas of wanted dates for the occasion. Didn’t only the left out girls ask for their teachers to take them to such events?
“Eunmi, I’m sure some great guy wants to ask you to go with him-”
She shook her head firmly, daring to look straight at him. “I don’t want to go with anyone other than Soohyun songsaengnim,” she stated and the fierce, focused gaze made Soohyun see she was serious about it. Sure he was uncomfortable with staying too much around students - except for Dongho, for obvious reasons -, but he didn’t see anything wrong with doing her this favor.
“Oh, ok, then,” he smiled kindly. “I can do that.”
Eunmi blinked her eyes a few times while staring at him as if she hadn’t got his words right. When he frowned inquisitively, a smiled popped onto her face and she began nodding for no reason.
“Thank you, thank you so much! Oh, God,” she clapped a little and got to her feet. “I’ll leave you alone now. Thank you again,” and she practically hovered away, leaving Soohyun with a half puzzled, half amused expression. He just shrugged to himself and got back to his books.
*
“Now, you look happy,” Kiseop comments with a smile.
They were in Kiseop’s room, which he had all to himself, since he could afford it. Dongho had said he needed some help with Geography and, since his friend was so good at any course, asked Kiseop to teach him a few things. However, just like all the other times in which they tried to study together, they ended up forgetting all about it and just procrastinated the task.
“I might be,” Dongho answered brightly, kicking his heels on the double sized bed, face down on the mattress. He envied Kiseop so much for having so many good things. From being amazing at everything to having things considerably easier than other people with just a blink of his pretty eyes, Dongho was secretly jealous of all of it. He would never tell his friend about it because that would only embarrass him and, also, he didn’t want Kiseop to think he was rapacious or anything.
“What would be the cause for that?” Kiseop inched closer to him, lingering his eyes on the boy’s nape, which was exposed by his loose collar. He quickly glanced away when Dongho turned a secretive grin to him.
“Why do you want to know?”
It was usual, Dongho normally liked to toy with Kiseop like that, just as much as with everyone else. But Kiseop was more fun, because he didn’t give up easily and Dongho loved to make people try to bribe him into talking, for some reason.
“Because you’ve been looking miserable for so long, with the sprained ankle thing and all that,” he poked the younger one’s ribs, making him yelp and bend awkwardly, “that now that you look alive again, I want to know what or who I should thank.”
Kneeling on the bed to return the tickle, Dongho made him lean back and onto the mattress, getting all over him in a matter of seconds with a glint on his eyes. “It’s a secret.”
Now, he knew pretty well what he was doing when he parted his thighs and straddled Kiseop’s stomach, when he leant over with a practiced oblivious pouts. He’d never really decided what his thing with Kiseop was when it was not just pure friendship and the fact that he’d chosen Soohyun without as much as a second thought didn’t keep him from flirting playfully with the boy - without crossing any boundaries, of course.
“Do you still keep secrets from me?” Kiseop asked, chuckling a little and Dongho was aware of the not so innocent hands on his hips, but just let him be. It felt different from when Soohyun did it and that’s why it was ok to goof around with Kiseop - he didn’t provoke in Dongho the things Soohyun did, so there was no need to feel wrong or traitorous.
“Don’t you do the same to me?” Dongho waggled his eyebrows and climbed off of the boy, rolling on the bed, beside him.
“It’s different,” Kiseop said, after some seconds, as they looked uninterestedly at the ceiling. “You wouldn’t want to find out what sort of thing I don’t tell you.”
They kept in silence and the mood got somewhat heavier, so Dongho spoke up. “Shouldn’t we try to actually study now?”
Thus, they unhurriedly sat up and opened the forgotten books. Kiseop hadn’t even finished explaining the first topic and Dongho already started nagging about how boring that was.
“Who will you take to next month’s prom?” he asked randomly, making Kiseop throw an exasperated look at him only to sigh and settle for defeat.
“I don’t think I’m going this time,” he laid back down, placing his open book on his chest. The younger boy looked at him in accentuated surprise.
“What do you mean you’re not going? This is your last year,” he sad-faced, nudging Kiseop’s arm in an attempt to make him change his mind. The school promoted two proms a year, one three weeks before the first semester’s last exams and, hence, the winter break, and another one three weeks before the final exams and summer vacation. First years weren’t allowed to attend to either of them, so this would be Dongho’s first experience and he wanted Kiseop to be with him, since he’d probably not be allowed to be around Soohyun because of people looking or whatever.
“And there will still be another prom in the end of the year,” he said simply, which didn’t make the frown on Dongho’s face lessen by any means. “Plus, I’m not really in the mood right now. All that pressure to ask the right girl at the right time, I don’t feel like going through it again.”
Dongho eyed him skeptically. “You don’t have to ask the girls, they all throw themselves over you,” and he stuck his tongue out when Kiseop gave a smug smile as an answer. “And of course you’re not in the mood, it’s, what, four weeks away from now?” He looked at Kiseop pleadingly. “Please, don’t make me go to my first prom all by myself, Kiseop,” the name was sung in Dongho’s cutest voice pitch.
“I’ll think about it,” Kiseop said with a mysterious expression Dongho knew that could only mean he’d given in but didn’t want to admit to that just now. “Anyway, who will you be asking? If you’re so excited about it, you’ve probably chosen your girl.”
A smirk grew on the younger boy’s face. “Of course, I’m very methodical about this sort of thing. She’s the cutest girl in my class, I don’t think you know her, but she’s awesome. Sometimes, I get so distracted by her aegyo, it’s amazing,” he smiled, not entirely too dreamily because it was just a prom date idea, not someone his was in love with. “And word says she finds me cute too, so I won’t have troubles or worries when asking.”
Kiseop snickered at his friend. “As always, when it comes to dating, you’re weirdly gifted, even with the lack of experience,” he complimented. He still thought Dongho hadn’t kissed yet and was oblivious to the times the boy went out with his friends and sneaked into clubs.
“Some are born with it,” Dongho joked and grimaced when Kiseop punched him half-heartedly on the arm.
*
“Eunmi noona, can I talk to you?”
Eunmi stopped on her tracks and looked around. When she saw Shin Dongho, she smiled sweetly and told her girl friends to go to head to the cafeteria and she’d catch up with them in a second before turning her attention to the boy.
“What is it, Dongho?”
He shifted on his feet nervously and bit his lower lip before finally looking into her eyes. “I, well,” he paused and she giggled, putting an encouraging hand over his shoulder, and tipped her head to a side, to show she was listening. “I was wondering if you wouldn’t want to go to the prom with me,” he said all too quickly with his eyes closed, having had no idea it’d be this hard to ask someone he was not even that interested in to be his date.
Her face immediately fell and she removed her hand, looking sorry. “Oh, Dongho,” she said in a small voice, eyes filled with sorrow. “I don’t know how to say this,” she pressed her lips together and Dongho eyed her inquiringly, not too happy with her initial reaction. “I already have a date.”
Dongho felt his jaw drop slightly. That was nothing what he thought it was going to be like. In his mind, Eunmi would grin cutely and say yes a thousand times while hugging him, and he’d be mildly bored, but happy at the same time. This was much worse than being mildly bored.
“Oh,” he said simply, trying to, at least, keep his dignity and not let her see he was upset. “Then, I’m sorry for disturbing you, noona,” and he forced a smile.
“I really would like to go with you, though,” she said but he could see she was just blatantly trying to be nice to him.
“No, no, it’s totally cool, don’t worry,” he waved a hand. However, a thought occurred to him, something he really would like to know, maybe to torture himself with. “But can I ask who you’re going with?”
“Soohyun songsaengnim,” a smile formed on her lips and he didn’t think it was as cute as the other many smiles she’d offered to him. He stopped, and thought he hadn’t heard it right. She thus repeated it to him and frowned when his face went blank.
“Are you ok?” she asked when he eyed her with distaste, something he’d never done around her, possibly even fury.
But Dongho was already storming out of sight down the corridor.
Group: U-Kiss
Pairing: Shin Soohyun/Shin Dongho
Rating: PG-15
Warning: Yet another high school AU.
Summary: Shin Soohyun thought working temporarily as a teacher in a high school would be a peaceful, relaxed experience. Clearly, he was oblivious to a number of possibilities.
N/A: After a whole decade, I'm updating this D: Hope you're still somewhat interested :/
chapter one; chapter two; chapter three; chapter four; chapter five; chapter six;
Chapter seven
Dongho was having troubles walking down the corridor - sure it was entirely empty, since the classes had ended forty minutes ago, but he lacked the ability of walking with canes while carrying a backpack, so one would understand why the task gained a considerable amount of difficulty. No one had even offered to help him and Kiseop studied in a different building, so he was all out of options.
“Do you need help?” asked a familiar voice.
He grinned without even looking back. “If it’s from you, I’m glad to take it,” and Soohyun was already placing his backpack on his own shoulder. “I’m tired of walking with this cane, can I lean onto you? It’s only natural a teacher would help his student, after all,” he said, batting his eyelashes prettily.
“Ok,” Soohyun gave in and let the boy curl onto him, serving as his support as they walked out of the building. Outside was empty, as everyone was back at the dorm, taking showers and getting changed, some even finishing studying for the day.
The sun was setting down and Dongho smiled to himself when realizing that the idea of walking while hugging under the sunset as freely as that, just like a real couple, seemed like just one more of his silly dreams some time ago. He let his head fall onto Soohyun’s shoulder, shuddering as his waist was held tighter and an idea popped in his head.
“Take me to your room,” he muttered close to his face and Soohyun looked at him with wide eyes and was preparing himself to shake his head and say how wrong that was. “It’s not a request, it’s an order.”
“Since when do you order me around?” Soohyun asked with a disdainful chuckle, a little too caught up on the way their bodies rocked together casually.
“Since now,” Dongho answered shortly and there was something in his tone that made Soohyun head for his own bedroom pronto.
They arrived rather quickly, which was tricky for Soohyun since Dongho seemed to be comfortable enough to completely support himself on his shoulder. He helped the boy onto the bed and dropped the cane and the backpack anywhere, trying to keep himself busy and away from Dongho.
“Hyung,” it was how Dongho called him in private currently, which was happily approved by Soohyun, who stiffed up every time he was called teacher by him, for varying reasons. “Take my shoe off, will you?”
He gave an incredulous raise of brows and mumbled, “What?” Dongho just smiled and swayed his unharmed foot vehemently. Soohyun rolled his eyes and removed the shoe, absently pulling the socks along, noticing the foot was rather small for male standards and, weirdly, finding it a little endearing. Finally looking up and feeling just so weird, he saw Dongho unbuttoning his shirt. He hadn’t even noticed him take the blazer off. “Why are you undressing?” his voice faltered and his eyes refused to leaved the growing path of exposed skin.
“It’s warm in here,” he answered and looked at Soohyun with a soft yet unnerving smile, eyes bright. He moved his foot from his teacher’s hands to his lap, rubbing his heel against the thigh and Soohyun stared down at it and the toes ghosted his chest and Dongho’s legs were parted so invitingly. “I’m all defenseless, hyung,” the boy said in a small voice, shifting his hips slightly and Soohyun was distracted by the exposed navel, wondering how it’d feel like to run his tongue around its rim without even realizing it. “You can do whatever you want to me and I won’t be able to walk away.”
“Dongho,” Soohyun’s voice was needy and he unconsciously moved forward, falling atop Dongho when the latter got hold of his tie and pulled at it. It was one of the unchaste kisses Dongho liked to induce and he curled his unaffected leg around Soohyun’s waist, hands flying to his nape to pull him down even more, if that was possible. Acting out of instinct, Soohyun ran a hand up the thigh, squeezing and loving how Dongho moaned softly beneath him.
“Hyung,” he gasped and strangled another moan as lips kissed his neck, “touch me?” it was such a nice plead and Soohyun wanted to comply, but something, something inside him kept from it and he snapped back into reality, retreating with a confused expression. Dongho frowned back at him but he was already rolling back to bed.
“This is too-” he tried to think of a proper word to describe this disorienting sensation but didn’t succeed. The thing was it was not good to want it as bad as that and it was scary so Soohyun would rather not do anything. Just of thinking what could happen, he felt different sorts of shivers run down his spine. “Let’s just do something so we’ll get distracted.”
Dongho eyed him through the corner of his eye with a pout but didn’t say anything. Soohyun closed his eyes and winced, moving his hips awkwardly. His pants felt embarrassingly tight.
*
For the nth time in that afternoon, Soohyun sighed and propped his forehead on the palm of one hand. He read the long, thin and numerous lines of his textbooks with extreme boredom, wanting to close that at once and go outside and have some fresh air, which he hadn’t done during the whole day. When he was not in one of his four classes he had that day, he stayed at the school’s quiet and peaceful library, studying old college subjects. The library also had the advantage of not having Dongho, who didn’t seem willing to leave him alone. On the lunch break, he spotted Soohyun reading a book on a bench while carelessly munching on a sandwich and had approached him as if everything was ok, legs working perfectly once again.
“What is songsaengnim doing?” he said happily, sitting beside him. Looking around urgently and clasping a hand to his heart, he was immensely grateful to state the area was completely deserted, since the students didn’t have the habit to hang around there on noon.
“What are you doing?” he muttered between gritted teeth, eyeing Dongho as if the boy was some sort of alien, which would explain a lot if it were true. Dongho’s smile widened and his eyes got darker, one more of his many contrasting smiles.
“I’m talking to my favorite songsaengnim during our break time,” he chirped and blinked, falsely oblivious, when Soohyun almost had a heart attack at his lack of sensibleness. “Doesn’t he want to talk to his most dedicated student?” he asked with a pout. “It’s not fair, I’m always so eager to help him,” and the pout dissolved into a nasty smile that, as always, only Soohyun could see. “So eager,” he repeated and bit his lower lip obscenely. Soohyun gulped.
“You’re not supposed to be here and I’m trying to study,” he whispered, starting to feel paranoid and think someone would hear them, which was practically impossible. Practically.
Dongho frowned and leaned forward to take a glimpse at the texts Soohyun seemed to devour. “Study? What? What for?”
“Well, for a test I’ll take experimentally,” he said, looking down to his books again. “I was supposed to try it next year, but since I won’t have anything to do on its date, I guessed I could give it a shot.”
Raising an eyebrow, Dongho observed him, changing a bit his posture. “And what is that test for?”
“A post graduation course,” he explained without paying too much attention. Dongho made a sound to show he understood it and laid his eyes on Soohyun thoughtfully, mind working by itself as his face went almost entirely blank. He smiled briefly and hopped out of the bench. “Then I’ll let you study, honey,” he whispered the last word with a mischievous grin and ran out of sight before Soohyun could lecture him on it, leaving his teacher with an astonished face.
But, at the silence of the library, with barely any students in the same section as him, protected by rows and more rows of books, he was at the purest peace. The long table by which he sat was entirely empty, since the law area wasn’t mostly visited by high school kids, so he felt comfortable to panic as much as he wanted to all by himself.
Absorbed in words, he didn’t notice it when someone did come to the section in which he was, slow, firm steps heading to his table. The person had the entire table, but they chose to sit right before him - not that he cared. He glanced up and saw the girl sitting before him. It was one of his students, from Dongho’s class, if he wasn’t mistaken. Quite a nice kid. He recalled having talked to her on a few occasions, she liked to make questions about the subjects.
“Ah, hello, Eunmi sshi,” he greeted with a smile. She grinned back at him, acting a little weird, but he figured students just were like that around their teachers.
“H-hello, songsaengnim,” she muttered. Soohyun noticed she didn’t carry any books or bag and raised a brow for a moment, but decided to leave it alone. He was about to go back to his studying when she spoke up again. “Um, songsaengnim,” she started, looking down at her closed hands and blushing a little. “You see, the winter prom will be next month and… Well, I know other girls will ask you to go with them, but I decided to ask first. Would you take me to the prom?”
He eyed her cautiously. She was a fairly good looking girl, he’d even say she was one of the boys’ first ideas of wanted dates for the occasion. Didn’t only the left out girls ask for their teachers to take them to such events?
“Eunmi, I’m sure some great guy wants to ask you to go with him-”
She shook her head firmly, daring to look straight at him. “I don’t want to go with anyone other than Soohyun songsaengnim,” she stated and the fierce, focused gaze made Soohyun see she was serious about it. Sure he was uncomfortable with staying too much around students - except for Dongho, for obvious reasons -, but he didn’t see anything wrong with doing her this favor.
“Oh, ok, then,” he smiled kindly. “I can do that.”
Eunmi blinked her eyes a few times while staring at him as if she hadn’t got his words right. When he frowned inquisitively, a smiled popped onto her face and she began nodding for no reason.
“Thank you, thank you so much! Oh, God,” she clapped a little and got to her feet. “I’ll leave you alone now. Thank you again,” and she practically hovered away, leaving Soohyun with a half puzzled, half amused expression. He just shrugged to himself and got back to his books.
*
“Now, you look happy,” Kiseop comments with a smile.
They were in Kiseop’s room, which he had all to himself, since he could afford it. Dongho had said he needed some help with Geography and, since his friend was so good at any course, asked Kiseop to teach him a few things. However, just like all the other times in which they tried to study together, they ended up forgetting all about it and just procrastinated the task.
“I might be,” Dongho answered brightly, kicking his heels on the double sized bed, face down on the mattress. He envied Kiseop so much for having so many good things. From being amazing at everything to having things considerably easier than other people with just a blink of his pretty eyes, Dongho was secretly jealous of all of it. He would never tell his friend about it because that would only embarrass him and, also, he didn’t want Kiseop to think he was rapacious or anything.
“What would be the cause for that?” Kiseop inched closer to him, lingering his eyes on the boy’s nape, which was exposed by his loose collar. He quickly glanced away when Dongho turned a secretive grin to him.
“Why do you want to know?”
It was usual, Dongho normally liked to toy with Kiseop like that, just as much as with everyone else. But Kiseop was more fun, because he didn’t give up easily and Dongho loved to make people try to bribe him into talking, for some reason.
“Because you’ve been looking miserable for so long, with the sprained ankle thing and all that,” he poked the younger one’s ribs, making him yelp and bend awkwardly, “that now that you look alive again, I want to know what or who I should thank.”
Kneeling on the bed to return the tickle, Dongho made him lean back and onto the mattress, getting all over him in a matter of seconds with a glint on his eyes. “It’s a secret.”
Now, he knew pretty well what he was doing when he parted his thighs and straddled Kiseop’s stomach, when he leant over with a practiced oblivious pouts. He’d never really decided what his thing with Kiseop was when it was not just pure friendship and the fact that he’d chosen Soohyun without as much as a second thought didn’t keep him from flirting playfully with the boy - without crossing any boundaries, of course.
“Do you still keep secrets from me?” Kiseop asked, chuckling a little and Dongho was aware of the not so innocent hands on his hips, but just let him be. It felt different from when Soohyun did it and that’s why it was ok to goof around with Kiseop - he didn’t provoke in Dongho the things Soohyun did, so there was no need to feel wrong or traitorous.
“Don’t you do the same to me?” Dongho waggled his eyebrows and climbed off of the boy, rolling on the bed, beside him.
“It’s different,” Kiseop said, after some seconds, as they looked uninterestedly at the ceiling. “You wouldn’t want to find out what sort of thing I don’t tell you.”
They kept in silence and the mood got somewhat heavier, so Dongho spoke up. “Shouldn’t we try to actually study now?”
Thus, they unhurriedly sat up and opened the forgotten books. Kiseop hadn’t even finished explaining the first topic and Dongho already started nagging about how boring that was.
“Who will you take to next month’s prom?” he asked randomly, making Kiseop throw an exasperated look at him only to sigh and settle for defeat.
“I don’t think I’m going this time,” he laid back down, placing his open book on his chest. The younger boy looked at him in accentuated surprise.
“What do you mean you’re not going? This is your last year,” he sad-faced, nudging Kiseop’s arm in an attempt to make him change his mind. The school promoted two proms a year, one three weeks before the first semester’s last exams and, hence, the winter break, and another one three weeks before the final exams and summer vacation. First years weren’t allowed to attend to either of them, so this would be Dongho’s first experience and he wanted Kiseop to be with him, since he’d probably not be allowed to be around Soohyun because of people looking or whatever.
“And there will still be another prom in the end of the year,” he said simply, which didn’t make the frown on Dongho’s face lessen by any means. “Plus, I’m not really in the mood right now. All that pressure to ask the right girl at the right time, I don’t feel like going through it again.”
Dongho eyed him skeptically. “You don’t have to ask the girls, they all throw themselves over you,” and he stuck his tongue out when Kiseop gave a smug smile as an answer. “And of course you’re not in the mood, it’s, what, four weeks away from now?” He looked at Kiseop pleadingly. “Please, don’t make me go to my first prom all by myself, Kiseop,” the name was sung in Dongho’s cutest voice pitch.
“I’ll think about it,” Kiseop said with a mysterious expression Dongho knew that could only mean he’d given in but didn’t want to admit to that just now. “Anyway, who will you be asking? If you’re so excited about it, you’ve probably chosen your girl.”
A smirk grew on the younger boy’s face. “Of course, I’m very methodical about this sort of thing. She’s the cutest girl in my class, I don’t think you know her, but she’s awesome. Sometimes, I get so distracted by her aegyo, it’s amazing,” he smiled, not entirely too dreamily because it was just a prom date idea, not someone his was in love with. “And word says she finds me cute too, so I won’t have troubles or worries when asking.”
Kiseop snickered at his friend. “As always, when it comes to dating, you’re weirdly gifted, even with the lack of experience,” he complimented. He still thought Dongho hadn’t kissed yet and was oblivious to the times the boy went out with his friends and sneaked into clubs.
“Some are born with it,” Dongho joked and grimaced when Kiseop punched him half-heartedly on the arm.
*
“Eunmi noona, can I talk to you?”
Eunmi stopped on her tracks and looked around. When she saw Shin Dongho, she smiled sweetly and told her girl friends to go to head to the cafeteria and she’d catch up with them in a second before turning her attention to the boy.
“What is it, Dongho?”
He shifted on his feet nervously and bit his lower lip before finally looking into her eyes. “I, well,” he paused and she giggled, putting an encouraging hand over his shoulder, and tipped her head to a side, to show she was listening. “I was wondering if you wouldn’t want to go to the prom with me,” he said all too quickly with his eyes closed, having had no idea it’d be this hard to ask someone he was not even that interested in to be his date.
Her face immediately fell and she removed her hand, looking sorry. “Oh, Dongho,” she said in a small voice, eyes filled with sorrow. “I don’t know how to say this,” she pressed her lips together and Dongho eyed her inquiringly, not too happy with her initial reaction. “I already have a date.”
Dongho felt his jaw drop slightly. That was nothing what he thought it was going to be like. In his mind, Eunmi would grin cutely and say yes a thousand times while hugging him, and he’d be mildly bored, but happy at the same time. This was much worse than being mildly bored.
“Oh,” he said simply, trying to, at least, keep his dignity and not let her see he was upset. “Then, I’m sorry for disturbing you, noona,” and he forced a smile.
“I really would like to go with you, though,” she said but he could see she was just blatantly trying to be nice to him.
“No, no, it’s totally cool, don’t worry,” he waved a hand. However, a thought occurred to him, something he really would like to know, maybe to torture himself with. “But can I ask who you’re going with?”
“Soohyun songsaengnim,” a smile formed on her lips and he didn’t think it was as cute as the other many smiles she’d offered to him. He stopped, and thought he hadn’t heard it right. She thus repeated it to him and frowned when his face went blank.
“Are you ok?” she asked when he eyed her with distaste, something he’d never done around her, possibly even fury.
But Dongho was already storming out of sight down the corridor.