I changed the story a lot, bc it annoyed me, lol
And bc it hadn't been my intent to write what I accidentally did here ehehe

So here's a deleted content clip which is unfinished and crappy, but yolo

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fucking courting because I had a good fucking idea but then fucking messed it up!au

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"there's no space for space between us."

in which dowoon keeps drawing closer and closer to his hyung, until wonpil can't possibly push him away

I may or may not have been listening to mino's "body" on repeat whilst writing this... So if you're wondering why it's so raunchy, there's your answer lol

Ps. I'm not sure if pil's sis is actually named yeeun, so I apologize if that's not her name *bows*

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"noona!!" dowoonie yells, running down the street toward his alumni buddy. "noona, did you get a haircut?! uwaaah, it looks so good!!" he runs up beside the girl on high heels and gives her a huge close-eyed smile.

"uuuh..." meets his ears, and he thinks there's something weird about it. What's with the strangely low voice? Is she sick?! Oh no!! "sorry, but you must have the wrong person..."

his eyes open wide once he registers that Oh, that's why she seemed taller than usual... and No, that's definitely not his noona's voice... "oh, i'm so sorry!" he frantically screams out with a large bow and burning ears.

just then, a girl happily rounds the corner, skipping up to them with three ice cream cones balanced in her hands. "noona!" the stranger laughs out. "why do we need three cones?! there's only two of us!"

dowoon joyfully claps his hands, yelling out a celebratory, "noona! hello!"

"hey, woonie!" she happily yells in return, handing dowoon a cookie dough ice cream cone to answer the other guy's question. "this is my brother, wonpil. he's your senior at the college, so i thought it would be cool for you to meet!"

wonpil turns to his sister and immediately glares daggers at her. "and why did I not know about this?"

she nonchalantly shrugs and hands him a pistachio cone. "i thought you would say no, you introverted boy."

"oh," the brunette groans out, licking at his ice cream while sending a glare to the ground between his feet.

"well... hi, wonpil-hyung," dowoon says to hopefully appease his noona's brother and politely dips his head to the boy. "i'm yoon dowoon, and i'm a freshman in the computing department. your sister is my alumni buddy. oh, and it's very nice to meet you." he then bows, because anyone who yeeun introduces to him must be awesome, and also because he thinks this hyung is really cool and cute and he wants to get to know him better and he wants to squeeze his cheeks and bring his pouty lips into a smile--

"sorry, but i don't hang out with kids younger than me in college."

and with this, the wonpil guys stalks away, still licking at his dripping cone, with yeeun yelling after him, "oh, come on, pencil! at least give me a chance to PROPERLY introduce him before you run away!~"

dowoon bitterly thinks that he doesn't want this hyung in his life, anyway.

*

everything changes when dowoon sees wonpil at college the next day. the man is sitting alone in the cafeteria, eating one piece of rice at a time with his clinky metal chopsticks. he's reading a textbook about neanderthals, and a yawn escapes him every few seconds when he isn't chewing a lone piece of rice. dowoon instantly pities him.

the younger boy forgets about his rumbling stomach and instead slinks over to the brunette who's sitting alone in the corner. he stands behind the hunched-over man oblivious to his presence, twiddling his thumbs, then steps beside him and sends him a nervous wave. "h-hey, wonpil-hyung," he murmurs out, ears red, eyes squinty to match his smile.

the surprised brunette waves him away with his chopsticks. "i don't have time to talk, kid. i have to study this..."

dowoon feels hurt. he decides to make it his mission to pester this particular hyung until he loves him. he tells himself it's cuz he's yeeun-noona's brother. and cuz he seems nice. and cuz his voice sends flutters down his spine. dang it, that part didn't have to enter his head so conspicuously... so he ignores the older man's words and sits beside him on the bench, sliding closer until his side is pressed against wonpil's. "i can help you, hyung!"

wonpil slides away from him with an annoyed expression and hisses for him to leave him alone. "i know how to read, thanks," he states as an alibi, and slides his tray over so he can keep eating rice while he studies.

"that's not what i meant," dowoon presses. he sneakily snatches the chopsticks from his hyung's fingers, instantly earning protests and futile grabs from the older man, and picks up a proper amount of rice from the tray, dipping it in the sauce from the chicken on the side to give it some flavor. "now AaaaaaH!~" he happily sings out in his low voice, and wonpil opens his mouth to protest -- that he is the older man here, that he can take care of himself, that he doesn't even fucking know dowoon, much less W a N t to know him -- but he is cut off by the sensation of grainy rice and sesame seeds bathed in sweetish paste on his tongue. his mouth closes on instinct as he chews and warbles out angered yet unintelligible sounds which send dowoon into a fit of giggles. "hyung, you're really cute. i like you!~" wonpil chokes on his food and dowoon frantically hits his back. "oh my god, hyung! did i do something?!" wonpil just keeps choking and gulps for the air that is being blocked from entering his lungs by the rice and seeds. "hyuuuung!! don't die!!! please, jebal, i'll do anything!!!!" wonpil's arm springs up and he points a finger away from himself, signaling dowoon to leave him. "...except that," the younger man says, now patting wonpil's back more carefully. he wipes the pained tears from his hyung's eyes with his free hand.

the brunette finally manages to heave in a breath between his coughs and hisses out, "water, pabo!" COUGH --- COUGH -- "get me water!!!"

"AH!!!" dowoon finally understands the reason for the frantic pointing toward the lunch line and springs up after handing wonpil a napkin. he runs to the front of the line, politely yet urgently requesting a cup of water. he bows once the nice lady hands him one and rushes back to the table.

wonpil is nowhere to be found.

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"hyuuuuung~" wonpil drags out, shaking the blonde's arm. "jaehyung-hyung..."

"what is it?" jae groans out, turning away from his laptop screen and stopping his clicking at the clacky keys to momentarily look at the smaller brunette. "did brian tease you again? i'll tell him off tomorrow, okay?.."

"no, no," wonpil whines out. "it's not that. it's much, much worse than that!" he hugs his textbook to his chest and shuffles his feet.

"well, what is it?" the poli-sci major turns his attention to the history major with a sigh, abandoning his essay. "let me guess... you got sauce on your shirt? or maybe... you spilled coke on your textbook! yeah, that must be it!"

wonpil shook his head with a pout. "tch... i wish..." he sighs. "my sister found out about the thing i have for this one kid, and apparently he's her junior... and she's trying to set us up... and i kind of want to die, because he said he likes me out of nowhere and i started choking and just AAAAAAAAAAAAAH--"

"okay... and the problem is...? just be his friend. you'll grow closer eventually."

"i can't be friends with him!! what if i do something weird and scare him off??!"

jae itches his head. his eye is twitching and so is his leg as he contemplates the situation. "but aren't you doing that right now? scaring him off, i mean."

"but this way i won't be hurt too much when he leaves me alone," wonpil tries to convince himself.

the blonde scoots closer to him and wraps an arm around his shoulder. "but this way, you also don't give yourself a chance. i say go for it! give him a chance. he's a nice kid, and all you need is time to win him over."

"i don't want to win him over, though. i want him to come to me of his own will!"

jae sighs and pats his dongsaeng's fuzzy head. "okay, then. you do you. i mean, it might just work. if he said he likes you, he'll pursue you for sure. and he's kinda coming toward us right now."

wonpil whips his head around to look at the boy approaching them with an apologetic look on his face. "shit." then he turns back toward jae with eyes wide in surprise and mumbles out, "hey... how did you know i was talking about dowoon?!.."

jae, on the other hand, ignores him and sends the approaching brunette a friendly wave. "hey there, dowoonie!" his teeth flash in mischief and his glasses glint cunningly in the light streaming in from the study room window. "i heard you made pil-ah choke earlier..."

the youngest man's ears tint a dark rose shade and he dips his head in apology. "ah... about that... i'm so sorry for what happened at lunchtime!" he sends an emotional bow toward wonpil. "i got you some kiwi juice as an apology!" the boy shyly extends a bottle of said beverage for the brunette to grasp, and then grips his hand on accident while passing it to him. a spark of something nice passes through his arm and brushes his suddenly racing heart, and he licks his lips out of habit. "i know it isn't much, but--"

wonpil grabs the bottle and runs off, his textbook lying on the table.

"well then," jae grumbles out, his glasses returning to their proper place after a friendly push from his finger. "that went well."

"hyung.... do you know..." dowoon turns to the blonde and collapses on the seat beside his. "does wonpil hyung hate me or something?"

jae chuckles and brushes a strand of the younger man's hair off his forehead. "far from it. he's just a wild horse who's scared of a harmless hunting puppy."

dowoon sends his hyung a questioning gaze, but leaves the topic alone. "well... i'll just keep trying, then. he seems really nice."

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wonpil, meanwhile, runs to sungjin and grasps his hands. "hyung. call the ambulance."

"go to the nurse, it's closer." sungjin lets go of one of the brunette's hands and starts to walk toward the medical center on their campus.

"no, no. i don't actually have to go." the younger man hastily grabs for sungjin's other hand once more and urgently asks, "how did the victorian people court each other in pride and prejudice?"

the fellow history major opens his mouth to reply, then closes it once more. he lets go of one of wonpil's hands once more and starts to lead him somewhere.

the brunette pouts in disappointment and sadly whines out, "come on, hyung... why don't you ever answer my questions?" sungjin ignores him and simply keeps walking. "see?! there you go again!"