"Oh my god."

Suddenly, Seungcheol was panicking. He swallowed hard as he kept his eyes glued on the two people standing in the door way. He mentally cursed himself for ever showing the sex closet to Jeonghan. How could he not have thought that someone could walk in on them at anytime? How could he have thought it was a safe place. His mouth was dry. He couldn't form words to defend himself. Could he defend himself? What about Jeonghan? He was completely stuck.

"Seungcheol?" Said the boy who stood behind the girl he planned to come in with. "And Yoon Jeonghan? What the fuck?"

Seungcheol could hear Jeonghan wincing and sniffling behind him. He couldn't stand it, just standing here. His feet began to move. He ran out the door, pushing the boy out of his way in the process. He ran as far away as he could from there, eventually making it back to his classroom where Wonwoo silently watched him sit with wide eyes.

He stared off into space, thinking over the last five minutes. How he and Jeonghan had finally made up, and were happy in the quiet of that closet. But it was ruined by greedy people who had nothin better to do than skip class to go have fun. He couldn't believe that he left Jeonghan alone in there, who knows what those kids are going to do to him. He wanted to go back there, but what would happen to him? He was already done for. The reputation he had worked so hard for could potentially fall to pieces. But was it really all worth it? Was the "tough guy" image more important than the one person who excepted him for being everything but that? He rubbed his eyes and sighed. He wanted today to end.

-

Jeonghan eventually made it out of the sex closet alive, after the disruptive couple had fled to spread rumors, he managed to hobble out of the school and to his car, where he drove slowly and shamefully back home. Tears stained his cheeks from the physical and emotional pain of everything that's happened.

Though Seungcheol running away hurt him immensely, he couldn't help but find an understanding for him. Running is all Seungcheol ever did to keep his reputation. He was so desperate to hide his personal life from everyone, that he put on this facade, where people were to fear him and show him nothing but respect. But Jeonghan saw past that. He saw the caring, loving side of a boy who did everything he could to make sure his family was safe and healthy. That was the boy he had fallen for. That was Seungcheol. Not the person he met the first time.

Once he was home, Jeonghan went straight to his room to lay down in his soft, comfortable bed. He started drifting to sleep when his housekeeper entered his room.

"Hannie," She said. "Why aren't you at school?"

The housekeeper, Ms. Park has worked for the Yoon family for as long as Jeonghan could remember. She practically raised him, since his mother would be on business trips quite often.

"Uh, something happened," Jeonghan replied, lifting up his sweater to show off the blood stained bandages that Seungcheol had wrapped around him earlier.

"Oh my goodness!" Ms. Park exclaimed. "I'll be right back!"

She came back into Jeonghan's room just minutes later with more bandages and a hot cup of tea. Jeonghan sat up cooperatively while she replaced the bandages so that the gash wouldn't get infected.

"How on earth did this happen?"

Jeonghan laughed under his breath at the irony of his situation. How the whole wants him dead because Seungcheol "hates" him, when in reality, Seungcheol is the only one who doesn't hate him.

"Let's just say, most people at school don't like me."

"Well I find that hard to believe," Ms. Park said matter-of-factly. "You're handsome, you're smart, you're a reliable friend. I'm surprised the boys aren't all over you!"

Jeonghan genuinely laughed. He wished his parents paid the poor woman more than they do. She was always there for Jeonghan at times like this.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"I'll go get that," Ms. Park said as she left Jeonghan's bedroom. Leaving the blonde alone while he sipped on his tea.

-

The door opened and a small, older lady stood in the doorway.

"Um, is Jeonghan here?" Seungcheol asked her, a nervous quiver in his voice.

The lady gave Seungcheol a polite smile and let him in.

"He's in his bedroom," she told him. He bowed and thanked her, then made his way through the large house to the only room Seungcheol had even been in. He slowly opened the door to see Jeonghan, sitting in his bed with a mug in his hands. He looked over at Seungcheol and removed the cup from his lips.

Seungcheol ran to the bed as fast as possible, only stopping when he got to the side of the mattress with the younger boy right in front of him. He started crying immediately, falling to his knees.

"I'm sorry, Jeonghan, I'm so so sorry. I shouldn't have left you alone. God, I'm so sorry," he babbled, unable to control his words.

"Seungcheol," Jeonghan said in a hushed tone. He urged the elder to sit on the bed with him, and he did, crossing his legs over the white sheets, leaning his back against the headboard. Jeonghan hugged him around his middle, pressing his head to his chest.

"All you've don't today is apologize. It's okay."

Seungcheol wrapped his strong arms around Jeonghan's shoulders, bringing him in closer. He cried into his neck. He held him tighter than ever before, not knowing any other way to express everything he had for Jeonghan.

"Everything that's happened to you is all my fault," he sobbed.

"Seungcheol stop."

"How do you expect me to stop? If it wasn't for me being a complete asshole, you wouldn't have gotten hurt, we would've never gotten into a fight, the whole school wouldn't hate you-"

"And we also wouldn't be here right now," Jeonghan interrupted. It made Seungcheol go silent. Jeonghan pulled away from the tight embrace and ran his hand through Seungcheol's hair, comfortingly massaging his scalp.

"Over the past few weeks," Jeonghan continued. "I've been so confused about what we were. We went back and fourth and when it was bad, it was really bad. But I know what both of us feel now and I think it's safe to say I'm in love with you Seungcheol."

The older boys whole body felt like it was floating. The words from Jeonghan's mouth felt like honey. He had no idea what to do, so he didn't do anything. He kept listening to Jeonghan's calm voice as he continued talking.

"I don't care if the school finds out about us. The only person I need to like me is you. That's all that matters. But I know how important it is to you, so if you don't want anyone to know about us, it's okay. I'll still be here for you and love you, but I'll be quiet. If that's what you want."

"Jeonghan," Seungcheol said with a hitch in his voice.

The blonde left a short kiss on Seungcheol's lips.

"You don't have to say anything," he said, "just let me know that you'll be there for me to."

"Yes," Seungcheol choked out, bringing his trembling hands up to cup Jeonghan's cheeks. "Oh my god, yes."

Then their lips smashed together in a beautifuly messy kiss that could only be described as need. Need that set their hearts ablaze with the love they had for one another. The moment was so fierce, it was like they set the whole room on fire. Their intimacy was greater than it had ever been. It was beautiful.

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I finished this at 12:28 am :)

I made myself feel emotions while writing this wowza :)))