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The clouds roll by as slow as they usually do, the thrum of the classroom spilling around him and being muffled by his own lack of interest. A small sigh slips from his lips and he lets his head sink down into the fold of his arm. Today was just like any other, just as boring. 

Just another day.

Hyungwon wakes when he's nudged, a hand pushing his shoulder almost roughly. He whines softly, his eyes opening slowly as he picks up his head. His blurry vision comes into focus onto a familiar face. The student council president, Kihyun. He wasn't the most friendly, especially to Hyungwon, someone who often fell asleep and still managed to have great grades. Judging by his pinched expression, he isn't happy that Hyungwon had once again gone to sleep in class. 

"Class is over. Go home or I'll make you stay behind to clean," His voice is annoyed, clearly, and Hyungwon doesn't wish to bug him more than he already has.

Hyungwon stands with a hum of understanding, mind still a bit fuzzy as he started to gather his things. He didn't pay much mind to Kihyun's staring as he closed his bag, thinking of what he should do for dinner. He steps around his desk, nearly colliding with the student council president. Hyungwon takes a step back, focus back on the other. 

"What? I'm leaving. That's what you want, right?" Hyungwon sounds almost sheepish, gripping the strap of his bag. 

Kihyun stares a bit longer, opening to speak when his phone starts to ring. His eyes dart to his pocket, hesitating before answering easily. He keeps his eyes locked on Hyungwon as he listens to the person on the other end. Hyungwon feels some level of dread fill in the void that his confusion didn't take up. 

"No, I don't get why you like him, and I don't care. Wait by the front door. It's your best bet," Kihyun grumbled into the phone, hanging up and slipping it back into his pocket. His glare stays as he steps out of Hyungwon's way, pointing to the door. Hyungwon gives him a weird look, stepping forward and towards the door with an occasional glance to the president. He slides the door open, shoulders taught as he escaped Kihyun's presence. 

A sigh of relief falls from his lips and he slides the door shut, finally making his way out of the school. Even though today was supposed to be like every other day, he couldn't help but feel a bit weird. 

"What a psycho..." 

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The sky had turned to a warm color of orange, a sign that the day was close to being over. Hyungwon stepped out of his school shoes, setting them in his locker as he put on his sneakers. He sighed again, something he feels he's been doing a lot of lately. He adjusts his bag as he steps out of the school, already dreading the walk. He was sure he would stop along the way to get some dinner. He deserved that much after another long week. 

It felt weird. Nothing was wrong, he hadn't forgotten anything, but it felt weird to walk like this. Something felt ever looming, like danger was just behind him.

When he stepped off of the school grounds, he finally worked up enough courage to turn around and look back. A sharp gasp pulls at him, hard enough to make his throat burn. He stumbles back, further away from the entrance of the school grounds. The boy that had been following him, one of the kids on the track team, was standing in his shadow. He had a shocked expression on his face, like Hyungwon had been the one to scare him. 

They both remain silent, just staring at each other for what feels like minutes upon minutes. Hyungwon doesn't know what to say, more so expecting some explanation from the fit boy. He clenches his jaw when he still remains quiet. 

"Why are you following me?" 

"Huh? I wasn't, what are you talking about?" 

Hyungwon feels some annoyance bubble up to the surface at the guy's reply. 

"You were," He argues, "You were right behind me when I turned around. So, why?" 

A blush dusts his cheeks, making its way to the tips of his ears. Hyungwon notes how pale he looks, how he would seem unhealthy had it not been for his fit body type. He takes another step back, sure that he should escape this sort of situation. The boy holds out a hand, as if to stop him.

"I- I just wasn't sure how to approach you! I've... wanted to talk to you for a long time, but I didn't know what to say. We walk home on the same streets, and I've always thought you looked really kind. I wanted to be your friend, but..." 

Hyungwon chews on his lip, eyes cast to the ground for now. This was someone he might of misunderstood, but he isn't sure that he went about approaching Hyungwon the right way either. He adjusts his bag strap again. 

"Walk with me today, then... I'm going to stop for dinner. You can join me." 

The boy lights up, eyes shining with some sort of elating and pure joy. He thanks Hyungwon, tells him that he's grateful, and eagerly joins his side. Hyungwon just smiles: reserved, but kind nonetheless. 

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The burger was nice, the taste giving Hyungwon a sense of nostalgia. He didn't let the other boys presence ruin his meal, choosing to let them sit in silence while they enjoyed their food. The more time that passed with the two of them eating, never meeting eyes or uttering a word, the more uneasy it made Hyungwon feel. Thankfully, the other boy broke the silence.

"My name is Hoseok, by the way," He caves, giving Hyungwon a bit more information on him that wasn't his habit of stalking people he intended to befriend.

Hyungwon dipped his fry in his ketchup, head tilting just a bit as he replied. "My name is Hy-,"

"Hyungwon. Chae Hyungwon. You're 18 years old, you're a Capricorn, and you have blood type O." Hoseok seems proud to know all of this about Hyungwon, absolutely beaming.

Hyungwon eats the fry, swallowing his uneasy feeling about this guy. He didn't think it was normal for strangers to know so much about you, so he opted to assume Hoseok just asked around about him. Hyungwon didn't have a lot of friends, but he had talked to plenty of other students before. He gently folds his hands in his lap, glancing out the window before finally working up something to say.

"I wouldn't suggest flaunting your stalker skills to your next future friend," He notes, making Hoseok's visage seem to drop immediately. "But you're lucky I'm someone who can see someone's intentions. I know you didn't mean to be a creep. You seem nice."

Hoseok's smile comes back, entirely comforted by the fact. He opens up to Hyungwon more, leaving the two of them to sit and talk for hours. Hyungwon seemed to finally let down his guard, goofing around with the other like real friends would.

Time has passed quick, a glance out of the window telling Hyungwon it was already night time. A part of him regrets staying out this late, but in some way he's thankful he stayed and had fun with Hoseok. He had been right about the other only seeming villainous, he was really just a bright kid with some socializing issues. 

Hyungwon started to clean up the trash on their table, a small smile gracing his lips. 

"Thank you, for having dinner with me. This was really nice. I didn't think I would enjoy someone else's company this much." 

Hoseok blushes again, his ears red when he replies to the other, "I should thank you! I was so scared to say hi, but you gave me a chance and talked to me first. I'm really thankful." 

Hyungwon gave him encouraging words, some reassurance as he got up to leave. He let the other know they could see each other at school the next day, that they could be real friends. As he leaves, Hyungwon feels his saintly ego blow up in his chest. It's a nice feeling, like butterflies, to do something nice, even if it was for a selfish reason. He walked home, hand over his heart and eyes on the moon. 

Maybe his days would stop being so boring now. 

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The morning comes like any other, the alarm wailing at Hyungwon for him to wake. He's reluctant, tugging his pillow over his head to shield his ears from the sound, but it's no use. It seeps in and he can hear it's vivid buzzing better than he would like to. He groans to himself, letting the pillow fall back into place before sitting himself up. With a sharp glare, he smacks the clock to cease it's incessant noise. After taking a moment to stare at his own bed spread, he slides out of his comfortable nest to begin the day.

Hyungwon steps around the trash, minds his steps as he slips into his bathroom. He washes up, brushes his teeth, takes his medicine: just like every other morning. He stares into the mirror, eyes lidded and sleepy. It's like every other morning. It always is, so mundane and repetitive. His eyes trail down to his medicine where it sit on the edge of his sink, the obnoxious orange of it making his head throb.

He wants to break the mundane. 

Hyungwon lifts the pill bottle with a self satisfied smile before tossing it into the overflowing bin. It was better to try something new, get a fresh start. It was spring, after all. He mused his own hair before leaving the bathroom to dress for school. He was going to see Hoseok today, his little charity case. He smiles to himself, prideful. 

Students linger right off of the campus, others seem to rush to get inside. Hyungwon took his time as he walked to the front door, hands wrapped around the strap of his bag comfortably. He goes to his locker, one hand letting go to undo the lock and get his school shoes. He jumps when a body comes between him and the lockers.

That body, of course, being Hoseok. 

Hyungwon heaved out a sigh, his hand retracting to fall at his side. "What did I tell you about sneaking up on me?" 

Hoseok just laughs, waving his hand in a little apology. He's quick to start telling Hyungwon all about his night, and all about his morning. Hyungwon just nods along, humming here and there to let him know that he was listening, even when he wasn't. As the broad boy continued to ramble, Hyungwon gently moved him out of the way of his locker. He unlocked it, unaware of Hoseok's focused gaze as he put in his combination.

He took out his school shoes, dropping them on the floor. He stepped out of his sneakers and into the slip on shoes they were given to wear in the building. He stuffs his sneakers into his locker and pushes it shut. He turns his gaze to Hoseok, who has an expectant look on his face. Oh, he must have asked something. Hyungwon purses his lips. 

"I'm sorry, could you repeat?" 

"I asked if you wanted to eat on the roof with me," Hoseok asks again, seeming to not mind having to say it again. 

Hyungwon glances to the stairs, chewing on his bottom lip. It was a change. He wanted change. 

"Sure."

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Class goes by as usual. Hyungwon hardly pays much attention to his surroundings, his eyes either on the world outside the window or on his doodle-riddled paper. His cheek rests in his palm, attesting to his very childlike lack of interest in the study. He picks up his pencil to doodle more, but seems to tense up. 

The pain comes in a small wave, ebbing in his stomach until it forces him to double over. His arms hug around his middle, trying to ease the pain as his forehead collides with his desk. It wasn't the most quiet sound, making students turn in his direction. The teacher stops reading his lecture, eyes swimming through the desks to see what they were looking at. When he sees Hyungwon's crumpled form, a frown appears on his face. 

"Mr. Yoo, please help Hyungwon to the nurses office." 

The teacher's request sends a pinched expression across Kihyun's face, the student council president reluctantly obeying. He walks to Hyungwon's side and grabs his arm, hoisting him out of his chair with ease. Hyungwon whimpers and something about the sound makes Kihyun grip his arm harder. 

"Hold on to me.. I won't drag you there," Kihyun grumbles, leading the fumbling student out of the classroom.

When they were alone in the hall, Kihyun let go and Hyungwon's body crumpled to the floor. Kihyun rolled his eyes at the display, despite feeling a bit of satisfaction. He hooked his arms under Hyungwon's, picking him back up as he grumbled about "not needing to act all helpless". 

"You should have eaten this morning, Dooly," The nurse chides. 

Hyungwon pushes her hand away when she attempts to brush his hair back, asking her not to call him that. His eyes stay glued to the floor, hand rubbing his arm where Kihyun's hand had been. It ached, comfortably enough. He glances to the nurse's office door, seeing Kihyun leaning on the wall right across from it. He sighs softly and looks back at the ground. 

"You should be good to go now. Please be sure to eat with your medicine. Otherwise, you'll tear up your little tummy." 

Hyungwon offers a dull smile and stands from his spot on the guest side of her desk. She slides him a pass and he takes it, hand on his arm as he turns on his heel to leave. 

His curiosity gets the best of him, eyes peeking into the mostly drawn drapes. A student was likely in there, on one of the beds. He squinted to see inside better, leaning forward to help his lack of clarity. He jumps when a face fills the space he was trying to look into, the eyes wide and threatening. A hand, wrapped in bandage, grips the curtain and yanks it closed. 

Hyungwon swallows thickly and leaves the nurses office, earning another scoff from Kihyun. 

"Took you long enough, queer." 

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The distance from the roof of the school to the ground sends a shiver down Hyungwon's spine as he peers over the edge. He didn't come to the roof much, finding the act of going so far away from class to eat lunch a bit troublesome. Though, he's sacrificing some of his time for Hoseok, his new "friend". A pleasant smile blossoms on his face as he thinks of the other, a breeze sweeping by and making his hair wave. 

"You look... really pretty under the sun like this." 

The sudden voice startles Hyungwon, making his head whip around to find the source. His brief anxiety regarding a new onlooker vanished as quick as it came, seeing that it was just Hoseok. He was wearing a grin, hands behind his back as if he was hiding something. Hyungwon slumps into a sitting position with his back to the rail. 

"What've you got there?" Hyungwon asks, head tilted in a cute way that makes Hoseok giggle in that dumb way.

"Our lunch. I never see you eat anything around this time... I figured I would make you something to snack on while I was in culinary."

Hyungwon's brows raise, palms out to take the gift as Hoseok offered up a box. He muttered a thanks before opening the gift, making a sound of awe at what was inside. A very pretty slice of sponge cake sat in the box, just for him. He thanked Hoseok once more before taking it from the box with a delicate touch and eating a bite. A noise of pure joy escapes him and Hoseok feels like he was given a gift as well. 

The sound of scrubbing resounds about the classroom as Hyungwon peeks his head in. Nearly everyone had left school already, but he had stayed behind to find his notebook. He slips into the crack in the door, foot a moment from tiptoeing inside, when he hears a shout. It nearly sends him flying back, heart racing at the loud sound. His wide eyes look around to find who had shouted, locking on that of the student council president. 

Of course. 

He apologizes, a soft tone to his voice. He doesn't feel like messing with the other. He merely wants to get his notebook and go home. The president walks up to him, brows furrowed and gloved hands in fists. 

"I just cleaned these floors. I'll be damned if I let your fag disease step all over them. What are you coming back for? The day is over." 

Hyungwon feels a bit fond when he steps closer, filling the space between them. He absently touches his arm, a reminder of what had happened this morning. 

"I left my notebook in my desk. Could you grab it? Since I can't dirty the floors," He offers, this smile on his face that screams compliance. Kihyun wants to beat it right off of his pretty face. 

He stares for a moment before walking to Hyungwon's desk, pulling out the notebook in question before returning to the student. He holds it out for the slightly younger to take, Hyungwon thanking him as he reaches for it. Before his fingers could grasp it, Kihyun yanks it back. This makes Hyungwon falter and step forward to get closer, to take the notebook, earning a chastising coo of disapproval. 

"You stepped on my clean floors." 

Hyungwon's heart sinks in his chest faster than Kihyun wrestles him to the ground, pushes his face into the damp wood and throws the first punch. His voice is hushed, small sounds of anguish and pain, but he's merely playing along to humor Kihyun. 

This is far from mundane, and even fun for Hyungwon.

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The muscles in Hyungwon's body ache when he's awoken by his alarm the next morning, his head throbbing when he rolls over to hit snooze. He stares at the time, feeling a dread wash over him heavier than most mornings. Perhaps he'll just skip for today. Without much more thought, he rolls over in his bed and tugs his blanket up to his neck.

This is the perfect sort of day to sleep in.

Hyungwon wakes feeling a bit dull, his head having eased from its previous painful state. He sits up in his bed, glancing to the clock to find that he slept for another few hours. Satisfying enough. He leaned over his bed, reaching into his bag to get his phone. He's a bit surprised to see message notifications. 

9 unread messages from Hoseok.

He bites back his unease, thumb hovering over the 'open' option. He can't help the dooming feeling of reading the message, what burden it would give him. He would have to respond then, right? He would have to acknowledge what Hoseok had said to him. He shook his head, rationalizing his own fears to being just that. He opens the messages. 

Hey- where u at lol (6:34 AM)

Hyungwonniiiiiie (6:41 AM)

Breakfast without u is sad ): (7:00 AM)

First class was BOOOORING lol (8:42 AM) 

Are u ok? (8:50 AM)

Hyungwon (8:51 AM)

Answer me (8:52 AM)

Call me when u get this lol~ (9:00 AM) 

I miss you (9:00 AM)

Hyungwon grimaces, turning his phone off to just take a moment to himself. He wasn't sure if he wanted to call Hoseok, if this was all just Hoseok's poor way of communicating. He slipped out of bed, tiptoeing around the mess surrounding him. He shuffles through his hall and to the kitchen, not all that shocked when he doesn't find any food. He usually only eats dinner, and that's on his way home from school. Buying groceries had been useless. 

He sighs softly and shuffles back to his room, throwing on clothes that weren't his uniform. He yawns as he makes his way back down the hall and to his front door. He would just go grab some stuff from the convenience store and then relax the rest of the day. Surely, he earned that much. 

Hyungwon huffs, wiping the sweat from his cheek on his shoulder as he makes it to his apartment. He sets down his bags, hand digging in his pocket to find his keys. His attention is grabbed by the sound of a door opening beside his own, his brows raising at it. He had never seen his neighbor, or seen much movement from that apartment. He doesn't have much time to really imagine what was on the other side when he's knocked down, a large dog trampling him to the floor like a target. 

It's a blur of gnashing teeth and growls and slobber, Hyungwon's eyes screwed shut as he shielded his face with his arms. It was scary, for sure, but something new. He didn't much fight back in favor of not hurting the animal, letting it tear through his shirt and wreck his arms. It stops after only a moment, however, the dog seeming to vanish from over him. His eyes slowly open to see a larger looking man, ushering his pet into his apartment. 

So, this was his neighbor...

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The man offers a hand to Hyungwon, brow furrowed in what Hyungwon could assume was guilt. He carefully took his calloused hand, easily being pulled onto his feet by the other. His heart starts to pound when he realizes he was standing so close to his neighbor, a hint of blush dusting the tips of his ears. He gives an awkward smile and thanks him for the help up, eyes darting down to his bitten arms. 

"I'm sorry about that- She's my friend's dog. I'm taking care of her while he's away," He explains, voice a low rumble. It warms Hyungwon's chest like a sip of a hot drink. 

"It's okay... I'm Hyungwon, your neighbor. I go to school around here. And you are?" Hyungwon couldn't help but get curious, the way the other seemed to eye his new wounds just intriguing the student. 

"Hyunwoo. You're bleeding a lot, neighbor who goes to school around here named Hyungwon," It's quirky, an airy light to his words that makes Hyungwon want to invite him inside. So he does. 

"Can you help me then? Carry my bags so I can get inside and wrap my arms?" Hyungwon gives Hyunwoo an innocent look, head tilted as he fished in his pocket for his keys again. Hyunwoo hesitates, but picks up the bags to follow Hyungwon inside with. He grins to himself, unlocking the door and leading his neighbor inside with a lighthearted warning about the mess. 

Hyunwoo assumes he means disorganized, but seeing the utter disaster that was Hyungwon's home, he seems to falter in his steps. He wasn't sure if his student neighbor lived in an apartment, a dump, or a home from Hoarders. He bites his tongue, however, stepping into the home and to the kitchen. Hyunwoo sets down the bags, organizing and cleaning as he put away the little bit of groceries. 

"Thank you, for helping me with the bandages and my groceries," Hyungwon's voice is affectionate, eyes shining with gratitude. 

Hyunwoo finds it all endearing, the air of clumsiness and his oddly charming way of ignoring things that might seem like complications. Beyond that, he thinks Hyungwon needs someone to help him get out of whatever mess he seems to have woven himself into. He gently pats Hyungwon's head, letting him know that he didn't need to thank his neighbor, that it was his fault in the first place. 

"Come by and see me any time you like, okay? I don't mind having company." 

Hyunwoo notes the offer as he leaves Hyungwon's apartment to return to his own. Hyungwon smiles to himself, happy to have met his mystery neighbor. He was kind and funny. Was this what love felt like? He pressed a hand to his chest, glancing back to his front door. Oh right, Hoseok. 

"Attacked?!" Hoseok shrieks over the phone, making Hyungwon pull it away from his ear. 

"By a dog, yes, but I'm alright. I didn't die or anything," Hyungwon rationalizes, staring at the bandages adorning his arms. They looked nice on him, like a sort of accessory. His mind wandered while Hoseok started to ramble on the other end, talking about his day and how he missed Hyungwon, as well as some other things the boy chose to tune out. The silence that filled the air let Hyungwon know he had been asked something again. 

"I'm sorry, I missed that- what?" 

"Can I come over tonight? I miss you," Hoseok nearly whines over the phone, sounding ever so pathetic. 

Hyungwon stares at his hands, feeling something complacent. 

"Sure."

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Untamed flames flicker and sway, stimulated by the hands on his back that push under his t-shirt and treat him like glass. He's not fragile, he knows, but that's something Hoseok would ignore. He would always treat Hyungwon like a thin sheet of ice, easily stressed under any pressure. He huffs softly into his ear as those hands dance around, fingers brushing the tiny nubs of Hyungwon's nipples. The thinner of the two gasps, head falling back onto his shoulder loosely. 

"My head's melting..." 

Hoseok doesn't much respond, working to get Hyungwon out of his pants with rough hands. He's still aware of the faux fragility, but his mind is prioritizing in the moment. His present goal, his closest milestone in this relationship he's assumed with Hyungwon. He bites down onto his nape, teeth grazing gently. 

Hyungwon is gasping for air, clutching his pillow to his chest as Hoseok pulls away. He's a disheveled mess, thighs shaking madly. As Hoseok releases his hips from his thin hips, Hyungwon collapses into the bed completely. He's worn down, proficiently exhausted. 

"You're... insane." 

"Ah? I'm sorry?" Hoseok asks, pulling his boxers back up onto his hips. He sounds too calm after such an act. 

"Your stamina is stupid. I felt like I was going to die..."

Hoseok laughs at that and climbs out of his bed, picking up the rest of his clothes from the pr-existing mess. He pulls them on, glancing at Hyungwon's clock for the time. With a satisfied smirk, he crosses his arms over his chest. 

"Thank you, Wonnie. I'll see you at school tomorrow?" 

Hyungwon merely blinks at him, feeling tired down to every cell inside his body. A hum of agreement before he buries his face in his pillow and chooses to nap until his body was functioning again. Hoseok left without another word, walking home with the brightest smile on his face. 

Hyungwon wakes to the sound of rain hitting his window, pattering hard as it calls him to wake. He stares ahead, watching the lightening pour in his window when it struck in the distance, casting shadows on his messy floor. He loved this weather the most, always loved to just sit and watch. He huffed through his nose, sliding out of his bed and onto his feet. Everything ached, his body completely eaten by the constant abuse. A little smile twitches the corner of his lips and he shuffles out of his room. 

He makes it to his kitchen, a hand pressing to the small of his back to somehow ease the pain. It's all so painful, but it's a dull pain that he could see himself being addicted to. His eyes brows over his options, wanting a snack to enjoy before he went back to bed. He would need more rest for school tomorrow, surely. 

Hyungwon settles on a peach, plucking it from it's spot in the bowl on his kitchen counter. He shuffles to his living room, a hand carefully reaching out to slide the door to his porch open. He stepped out, the rain becoming a much louder sound as he bit into the peach. It bleeds down his chin, his neck, staining the collar of his shirt. It's so sweet, so perfect.

He's starting to break it, seeing the crack in his mundane schedule. Hyungwon smiles around the peach. 

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Friday morning comes like it usually does, Hyungwon’s head feeling a bit more spacious. He slides out of bed, washes up, gets dressed, and goes to school.

Nothing feels too out of the ordinary, the morning sun making the damp ground from last night’s shower dissipate slowly. He takes a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air and how nice it is in the peace and quiet. He hums a piano concerto, fingers gently dancing over the strap of his bag.

As he stepped onto the school grounds, he was quickly greeted by someone he was now somewhat fond of.

“Good morning, my dear Wonnie,” Hoseok chimed, his eyes nearly as bright as the sun above them.

“Good morning,” Hyungwon replies, not as excited yet not very dull.

They walk into the building together, taking off their sneakers and putting on their school shoes. Hyungwon put his shoes away in his locker with a little hum and seemed to stare at the letters that were now piling at the bottom, stacked to the sides. Perhaps he would take them out today to read over the weekend.

Hoseok patiently waits for Hyungwon, hands folded behind his back and smile so complacent. He seems to gentle, so docile despite his size.

“I’m so excited for lunch- We should eat on the roof again!” Hoseok held up a large lunch box, carefully wrapped. “I made enough for us both. We can picnic and enjoy the sun!”

Hyungwon noticed how much Hoseok loves the roof, but how he was terrified of heights and avoided getting close to the edge. He asked about the reason for his affection towards the spot, to which the track star simply said it was the warmth.

He then confessed it was only because Hyungwon looked like a doll under the sunlight, when the breeze hit perfectly. Hoseok wanted to capture the image forever. 

Hyungwon sat with his head resting on the edge of the roof, peering between the railing that kept students from plummeting to their deaths. He was waiting for his... friend, so they could eat lunch.

The lithe boy hated to admit that he was friends with Hoseok, feeling some shame in accepting that he associates with someone so empty headed. He pulls his knees to his chest, a sigh falling from his lips. He supposed it couldn’t be helped.

A small cough pulled Hyungwon from his thoughts, eyes roaming to see Hoseok standing with his lunchbox in hand. He was still smiling all dopey, stupid. Hyungwon hated it.

Hoseok set up their lunch, sitting across from the other boy with a little hum. Not much is shared between them in terms of words, the ambient sounds of outside taking over. It was just so calm, Hyungwon hardly noticed the day was even going by.

“Are you excited for gym today, Wonnie?” Hoseok asks, breaking the silence.

Hyungwon stares at him for a moment, swallowing the bite he had in his mouth.

“Gym?”

"You gave me a girl's outfit."

Kihyun says nothing, eyeing the pouting boy from his comfortable spot on the rolled up gym mats.

"This wasn't an accident, was it?"

Hyungwon's voice drips something he would never clearly explain outloud. There’s this lingering feeling that he can’t swallow, watching as Kihyun just eyes up his form.

The class president steps closer to him, hesitant like he’s trying to contain some sort of impulse. His hands gently touch Hyungwon’s thighs and he draws in a little gasp.

“These scars on your legs. You did this, right?” Kihyun’s eyes flick up from his legs to his face. Hyungwon can’t hold eye contact, glancing to the wall where the little window let in sunlight.

“What do you want from me, Kihyun?” Hyungwon came off as fragile but he wouldn’t mind indulging Kihyun. It would be something different, something new. He was trying to switch it up the most he could, change his boring in and out routine.

Kihyun took a moment to think before gently cupping his hand over Hyungwon’s mouth and pushing him back against the rolled up mats. Hyungwon laid back, eyes fluttering shut as he let Kihyun crawl over him and push his thighs apart. This was nice, so quiet and calm, something personal.

The hand over his mouth is pulled away so Kihyun could put his fingers in Hyungwon’s mouth, slick them up. His free hand gently pulls the girl shorts down to about the middle of Hyungwon’s thighs. He’s careful when he hooks a finger in his panties, pulling them out of the way. He pulls his wet fingers from Hyungwon’s mouth to begin prepping his hole, leaning over him and watching him with a lidded gaze.

“Disgusting,” He mutters, kissing the corner of Hyungwon’s mouth as he squirms and croons in pleasure.

Admittedly, it hurt to run or walk, so Hyungwon sat on the bench with his eyes wistfully watching the other kids run around. Despite not being the most athletic, Hyungwon had exhausted what energy he had left in the storage room with a certain class president. His frail form looked even more fragile than usual, with his wounds wrapped with care and his exposed skin being decorated with pretty bruises. 

Not many noticed the still figure, but one who did seemed to linger in his stare. He didn't hear the first call of his name, quickly shaking his head as the shout of it grounds him in reality. He catches the basketball tossed in his direction. 

"Thanks for finally joining us, Jooheon. Do you plan to stand around and day dream or would you like to get some practicing done?" 

Jooheon shoots the ball with ease, making it in the net and the game continues. But Jooheon doesn't stop thinking of the pretty boy with the girls gym clothes.