The sunset coming, and students staying or leaving, is a typical formula for students at Saebom High around this time. It was the end of the day, so dismissal time. But two students, a known troublemaker and the student council president, would be staying back to clean up their classroom.
"Seojun,"
"What?"
"Why did you have to fight me earlier?"
"Because you wouldn't shut your ass up. You kept babbling about how me leaving my mess up for someone else to clean up isn't right."
"AND IT ISN'T! Leaving your lunch scraps at your seat instead of cleaning it up is disgusting. You're asking for a maid, which won't happen because you aren't someone special."
"Well, it happened regardless. Plus, how come I'm not special when girls always ask me for my number?"
"Because you're a fucking player. Everyone knows you are. You play with girls as if they're toys to you. And thanks for involving me in that just so I can clean up with you."
"No problem, you fucking brat."
Suho ignored his last remark and continued to clean the classroom, as he always does when that nut-job of a person says something. After a while, Seojun sat down for a couple to take a break. He sat on one of the desks before grabbing his water bottle and screwing the top off. He slid his mask down and took a sip of the water to find Suho staring at him as he did so, which was very weird. He re-screwed the cap on before putting it away.
"...Why are you looking at me..."
Suho looked away swiftly in an attempt to get unstuck from the trance Seojun's tongue put on him, which weirded him out a bit. Nonetheless, they both got back to cleaning.
After cleaning the whole classroom, Suho and Seojun were leaning against a wall, chilling away.
"Finally, we're done."
"And finally, I can leave."
"Don't leave. We're not done."
"What is it Seojun? Don't you see I'm trying to go home and not be with you?"
"Yeah but answer this for me. Why were you staring at my mouth when I took a sip of water earlier?"
Suho didn't respond. Hell, he barely could. He just stared into Seojun's eyes, with an "oh no I'm caught" expression on his face.
"Answer the question. Now."
"…B-because I was curious as to what the lower half of your face looks like. No one gets to see what the lower half of your face looks like, besides close peers and people you trust I assume."
"I mean, you're right, but you're also wrong."
"How come?"
"Look down. Seems like you're weren't just curious."
Suho looked down to see the obvious lump in the middle of his pants, proving Seojun's point.
"Fuck..."
Seojun went over to the boy and just stared him down, seeing his whole expression and aurora change.
"Y'know, if you want me to do something, just ask me and I might do it."
"I did that earlier and look where we're at now."
"That only applies for now dumbass."
Suho kept quiet, scanning outside the room to see who was walking past as he heard footsteps.
"Are you going to ask me what you want? Because I'll leave if you don't say anything."
"Fine. I want you...to make out with me..."
"What was that? I didn't hear you."
"I want you to make out with me."
"Say it louder."
"No."
"Then you're not getting what you want."
Seojun almost walked away but was stopped by the hand of Suho. He pulled Seojun closer to speak his mind.
"I want you to make out with me. Forget kisses, even though those are nice. I want to feel your tongue against mine, your breath against mine, your lips against mine, everything of yours against me."
"Finally, you said it. Anyway, your wish is now my command."
Seojun leaned closer to Suho's face, kissing him right and there. That small kiss would turn into a big makeout session as Seojun started to tongue kiss Suho. Their tongues battle to see who's exploring who first and Seojun wins by default. A heated make-out session always calls for touching, and that's exactly what Seojun started to do.
He touched all over Suho's chest, getting a feel of his abs and small man boobs. His perfectly sculpted body made Seojun hungry for more. His lips moved from Suho's down to his neck, one of his most sensitive areas. Seojun laid kisses all over with Suho quietly moaning as a response.
"His moans…fuck...I wanna hear more…"
Seojun's hand crept its way down to Suho's pants, almost unbuckling the belt that was around his waist. But he was unfortunately stopped by Suho's hand.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, especially in this classroom."
"We can go there at my house, or yours, right?"
"Mhm-"
Seojun cut off Suho at the last second with a kiss back to the mouth. Suho moaned in response to the sudden action, now wanting more just like Seojun. But as he said, the both of them couldn't get carried away in a setting like this. Seojun wrapped his arms around Suho's waist, bringing him in closer. He pulled away after a while, revealing the messed-up Suho to him. His hair was slightly ruffled, lips bruised, neck covered in hickeys and kisses, he liked seeing Suho in this type of state. Especially because he's the one who caused all of it.
"Well, that was nice..."
"For you..."
"Don't act like you weren't moaning in between."
"Okay fine, I was. But this is the only time we're doing this."
"Are you sure about that?"
"...Totally..."
"Not."
Seojun grabbed his backpack as Suho grabbed the handle to his. He extended the handle, making his backpack look like a suitcase.
"So much happened today, and it's all thanks to me."
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but thank you. I'm sort of happy we did get into a little scuffle earlier. If we didn't, then none of this would've happened."
"You're right. Now let's leave because it's getting late and I don't know when they lock the front doors. Plus, we can continue earlier at one of our houses."
Suho grabbed Seojun's hand and surprisingly rushed out of the now clean classroom, not wasting any time exiting the building.
