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I sketched a picture of Chan as I sat in class. I already knew what was being taught and saw no use in relearning it. "Psst." I looked around then saw my seatmate sliding me a note. I took it, unfolded it and began to read.

It asked if I was a fan of Chris. I looked at him as he pointed to my sketch. I quickly put it away then put the paper in my pocket. It was starting again. The bell rung and I quickly left the classroom. I ducked into the restroom then locked the door.

I sat on the floor with my head on my knees. It was going to happen again. Tears fell out of my eyes as I felt bad for my father for having such a fucked up child. "Hey, did I offend you?" "Go away." "Not until you come out with a smile on your face."

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"So you are. Well, I am too!" A small smile formed on my lips as he took me to my next class. "By the way, the name's Do Geutan. Yours?" "Jisung...Han Jisung." "Lets be friends, if that's okay with you." I nodded wordlessly as he carried on about Chris.

The rest of the day went by nicely thanks to Geutan. "Hey, you should come hang out with me and my friends. We're getting froyo." I shook my head. "I don't get allowance." "That's fine, I can pay for you." "It's fine...I'll get going. See you next week." "Jisung..."

[찬]
I touched the power button on Jisung's phone in a rhythmic manner as my face appeared then disappeared in a cycle. I had no idea where Jisung was. I didn't want to risk exposing him nor the fact that we've met in private. "Why so serious Chris?" "No reason."

He crawled over to me then poked my forehead. "You've been quiet lately. Is it because you don't have your freedom?" "No." It was a risky move, but I had to get him back his phone. I decided to leave him a little gift as I opened up his camera.

[3rd]
Jisung paced around as he waited for Chris to appear. "Are you chanstan on Twitter...?" He nodded as he kept his hood on and head low. "Well, I shouldn't be doing this..." He pushed Jisung into the room then stood by the door. "So, what's the confession?"

Jisung stepped closer to Chris with desire. His common sense had long since left him. He wordlessly placed his hands on Chris's arms then forced him to the floor. "What are-" "Shh...or you'll get hurt." Jisung gently stroked Chris's cheek then ran his finger over his lips.

Chris watched as Jisung leaned forward to the point that their noses touched. "You're so beautiful..." Jisung closed the gap between them and expected Chris to fight back. He smiled as Chris had given up after a while. He pulled away then seductively licked his lips.

Chris took the opportunity as he reached to push them off of him. A tussle ensued and soon he had the person pinned down. He removed the hood then gasped. "Jisung...?"

"You're chanstan...?" Jisung remained quiet as he stared up at Chris. "Jisung, say something..." "My phone..." Chris pulled it out with his free hand then placed it in Jisung's pocket. "I am." "So..." He looked Jisung over then frowned.

"You..." Jisung gave him a confused look as Chris looked down at him in horror. "What...? Aren't you going to have me arrested for assaulting you?" Chris couldn't believe it. He had described someone. He had described Jisung. How was he not consciously aware of it?

"Chris..." Jisung frowned as Chris's grip steadily got tighter. It was starting to hurt. He raised one of his legs and nudged him with it. "Huh?" "It hurts..." "I'm sorry." "I'm waiting." Chris looked at him as he held his arms out. "No. You're just not right in the mind..."

Jisung tilted his head in confusion. "Going to jail won't help you at all." "I'm perfectly fine..." It then dawned on him. "Those photos. You have them don't you?" "I have a lot of photos." "The ones you uploaded on Twitter then deleted. Are you... stalking me?"

Jisung frowned as he had caught on. "No. I just happened to be there. I'm not familiar with the place. And as any fan would, they'd take photos. I deleted them because I felt guilty about exposing you." Jisung laughed on the inside as Chris had bought his obvious lie.

"Jisung, this is the second strike. Don't do anything like this again. I know you're a good guy, just don't give into temptations..." Jisung felt his heart melt at Chris's statement. He knew he chose the right man to fall for. "Okay." "Now go before someone sees you."

"Just a little longer..." "Jisung, I don't think we should see each other anymore. You become dangerous not just around me, but to people around us. Do you not remember what happened at the center?" Jisung frowned as he remembered fragments. "What if I do come back?"

Chris frowned at Jisung's question. "Then I'm sorry...I'll have to take legal action." "Fine." Chris sighed quietly as he hoped this would deter Jisung even the slightest. "Promise me." He held out his pinky in which Chris pushed aside. "What?" Jisung gasped as Chris had cut his finger.

"Why did you...?" He then cut Jisung's finger as well. Jisung quietly watched as Chris searched around and found what he was looking for. "Press your finger here then sign below." Jisung did as he asked then watched as he did the same. "I'll hold onto this for proof."