*

There is nothing particular in his mind actually.

It just became a habit.

Maybe the varsity players practicing soccer at the field is more fascinating than the lecture, or that group of students walking to and fro the hallway is more worthy of his attention. He should have gone to the office instead. This is a waste of time. Unless he sees that guy.

Maybe that guy. That guy, maybe.

He sees him pass right before his eyes.

Interesting.

"Park Chanyeol."

The sound of stick hitting the goddamned table annoys him the most.

"Are you listening?"

He turns his head away from the window, looking in front. He blinks, expressionless as usual. One hand under his chin, he coldly stares. Old man might have got the message as he is clearing his throat before he looks away shaking, terrified.

Chanyeol stands up, the chair grinds against the floor, and stops, just as soon as he takes a step out. Everybody in the four corners of the room turns quiet as though making a noise is fatal. They won't meet his deep, cryptic eyes, fist on their laps held tight. The atmosphere is too thick, the air is too tense.

He writes something on the board. A long complex mathematical equation the instructor hasn't taught yet in this entire school year. The man's eyes widen in surprise when Chanyeol hands him the marker and goes back to his seat. Quiet and nonchalant.

Girls in his class internally scream, throwing praises and secret admirations.

Chanyeol smiles. What a facade.

"See you next meeting. Goodbye."

The bell rings.

"Sunbae! Chanyeol sunbae! Sunbaenim!"

Here they go again.

"Please take it, this is for you!" says a girl who bravely comes in front of the circle before his desk, handing a small brown paperbag. It's more crowded now compared to yesterday, but as if Chanyeol gives a flying fuck anyway. He didn't even notice them barging in.

"You can have this too, sunbae! I bought this from overseas!"

"Accept my gift, I made you a scarf last night!"

"I heard you like sweets so I baked cookies. I hope you eat them!"

Chanyeol takes a short breath. Luhan and Minseok are watching him amusingly from their seats, silently pissing him off.

Looking up to to girls, he smiles, albeit a smirk, showcasing his pearly whites.

They forget how to breathe.

"You know you're not allowed in here, right?" Chanyeol says in the most flirting tone possible in the world. "Freshmen should stay in their classrooms. If you want to see me, you can wait for me outside."

"Sorry," they all say with a frown on their faces, "We won't do it again..."

"It's fine. Just be careful when you get home. Don't skip dinner and wear warm clothes when you go out, okay?"

"Okay!"

"You may go."

The young ladies nod as they blush, biting their lower lip while smiling sheepishly. Giggling, they are pushing their way out of the door until they are nowhere to be seen.

Everybody has filed out of the classroom, save for the President and his two subordinates by themselves. Crossing his legs, he goes back to staring at the window while Luhan and Minseok watch him, waiting, anticipating.

"Throw these shit away," Chanyeol orders, clearing his desk with his arm until the food and gifts topples on the floor. Minseok is quick to catch the box of cookies with his hand.

"You seem distracted lately," Luhan comments as he picks up the letters written on scented papers, and flowers nicely wrapped in ribbons scattered on the floor. "Something caught your attention?"

No reply.

"Where should I put this?"

"Anywhere out of my sight."

He puts them in a black trash bag before discarding them away in the garbage bin outside the room. Seeing the President already getting his bag, Luhan waits for him by the door together with Minseok. As three more people arrive, he offers a cheeky smile at the tallest who winks at him in return. He chuckles, ignoring the death glare the smallest is giving him. Jongdae waves at his boyfriend and they're already gone to somewhere just as soon as Chanyeol comes out.

"I guess you're still mad," Jongin says, slinging an arm around Kyungsoo's narrow shoulders. "I already told you, we didn't fuck yesterday. You misunderstood things."

"Whatever. Get your dirty hands off me."

"Hyung..."

"Don't you fucking hyung me."

"Kyungsoo's so cute when he gets jealous," Luhan says, shrugging, "His eyes get twice bigger."

"And your dick doesn't," Kyungsoo banters.

"You still like it, though."

They're not kings but everybody bows in respect as they walk down the hallway. Like the alpha male, Chanyeol leads the way as he nods in recognition when sophomores greet him. Kyungsoo gets this chance to elbow Jongin when said male returns back the flippant waves he receives from the girls in senior year.

Chanyeol pauses.

"Why did you stop?" Kyungsoo asks, looking at the President gazing at something, or rather someone in particular. "Hey, Mr. President."

He sticks like a sore thumb among the crowd, so it's impossible for Chanyeol not to notice him even from a distance. The mop of fluffy black hair bounces in the air while he walks towards their direction, and his lack of height separates him from everyone. His eyes are bright, his smile is irritatingly attractive. His mouth seems to be made for sucking dick. His dick.

Chanyeol's eyes trail lower down the male's arse, and a subtle smirk forms on his lips. Looking up again back at that innocent, taintless face, he clicks his tongue.

A bitch potential indeed.

"Sehun! Wait up!"

He passes beside him in record time, walking fast without even sparing them, him, a single glance, as if he was air, as if he was nothing, as if he doesn't exist. Their arms brush slightly in the process, but he still runs aimless and free.

The disrespect.

"Hey, you!" Jongin's voice raises gaining the attention of few students within their vicinity. Small guy turns his head, slowly but surely. His face lights up, eyes enlarging when he recognizes the tanned male. "Don't you know what respect is? From what class are you in--- oh, it's you."

A faint pink tint colors the apples of his cheeks, and he immediately bows his head as a sign of respect and maybe embarrassment. Before Jongin can say something, the tiny male is already scurrying away that he almost trips to the ground.

Jongin scratches the back of his neck, brushing it off.

"You know him?" Luhan asks, putting his bag on the couch and stretching his leg on top of the council table.

"Who?"

"The short guy earlier who bumped into us."

"I think he's a transfer student in my class, I'm not so sure," Jongin replies. Kyungsoo grabs a fistful of his hair and shoves him back to his cock.

"No talking while sucking," the doe-eyed male grunts, and he swears his eyeball just rolled at the back of his skull when his boyfriend tug on his balls, "Oh, fuck Jongin..."

"Get his name," Chanyeol says in a voice full of authority as he turns to the Secretary, raising his eyebrow at him, "Find every information about him."

His eyes are glinting. Luhan knows it all too well.

"Is it for the Vice President position?" the pretty male asks in a coy tone. "Or for something else?"

"Both!" Jongdae echoes from the mini library, eyes still glued on his book, "Looks like the President has found his new slut, yeah?"

"Well, you know me," the President answers, drumming his fingers against the table with an uncanny smile, "What I want, is what I get."

"A poor innocent soul in your dark filthy hands," Kyungsoo whispers, rolling his eyes, "I already pity him."

"He's lucky though. Chanyeol sunbae has a picky taste," Jongin says, "and that guy is kinda cute, I wanna fuck him---ouch! What the hell, Kyungsoo!"

"Do you wanna die?"

Luhan chuckles and brings out his laptop, logging in at the school's directory website. He clicks on the student panel and starts browsing.

"Just so you wait," Chanyeol mutters. "I'll make him beg for my cock in no time."

*

"You're here!!!"

Sehun covers his ears because of Baekhyun's loud and energetic voice welcoming his presence. On the first step he makes inside the house, Baekhyun embraces the living daylights out of him. Peering over, he gets a glimpse of a huge box of pizza lying on the couch and an abandoned console on the floor. The game at the TV is on pause, and Baekhyun is grinning at him widely.

Well, he looks happy somehow.

"Glad you came! I've been waiting for you ever since this morning. Oh, where's your stuff?" Baekhyun asks, ushering his bestfriend into the gigantic living room. The short male plops himself comfortably on the couch and grabs a slice of pepperoni pizza, shoving it inside his messy mouth. "You didn't bring any?"

"I think I could wear some of your clothes," Sehun answers, awkwardly walking himself in a slow manner. Four pairs of eyes are watching him sharply and intently, as if skinning him alive.

"Don't worry, he's my bestfriend. He won't do anything bad," Baekhyun tells the men in black shades and black suit. He laughs dryly, rubbing his nape. "You can leave now."

"Mr. Park said not to leave you alone by yourself," the man says, sounding like a robot. Sehun is still in a state of shock. "We're just following orders."

"Sehun is with me, so you don't have to guard me! Uhm, please go back to your post. I'll be okay!"

"The Sehun is here," one of the black men says into his earpiece. "I repeat. The Sehun is here."

"Who the fuck are those people," Sehun whispers at Baekhyun as they watch the four men leave the house in unison, "They scared the shit out of me, seriously."

"They're my bodyguards. Chanyeol sunbae sent them to watch over me for the meantime," Baekhyun says, grinning ear to ear, "until it's time for me to follow him to New York."

"When are you planning to leave?"

Baekhyun shows a peace sign. "In two months, and we're gonna go back together in Seoul after that."

"He planned out everything so nicely, didn't he?" Sehun says, "He should have brought you with him in the first place."

Baekhyun frowns as he looks down the floor. "He couldn't do that.... His family doesn't want me. He still needs to figure things out with them..."

Sehun scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Then find a man whose family wants you! My mom and dad and my brother like you, though."

"I like them, too." Smiling. Baekhyun shrugs. "Come on, I'll show you around the house."

Sehun just sighs and drags his feet when Baekhyun tugs him excitedly.

*

"The name's Byun Baekhyun. Age seventeen," Luhan places a folder on Chanyeol's desk, spreading out several pictures of a boy in school uniform, casual clothes, and even in pajamas he got from the campus paper photographer. He points at the biodata. "He's from Bucheon and he transferred to our school two months ago. His parents want him to pursue his studies in Seoul. Currently, he's living with his childhood friend named Oh Sehun in a cheap apartment in Apgujeong."

"I think I know that guy but I forgot his face," Jongin says, "Do they have a thing? Are they fucking?"

Chanyeol looks interested as he leans in closer.

"I don't think so. He's a minor," Kyungsoo whispers, getting the photo taken in middle school and staring at that rectangular smile. "I bet he's still a fucking virgin."

"Baekhyun," Chanyeol says, and the beautiful name rolls out of his tongue with ease as if he is destined to mention it, "Tell me more about him."

Luhan sits on the chair and reads some more on the paper.

"His favorite color is sky blue, his favorite number is 4, his favorite food is anything with strawberries in it. His favorite movie is My Sassy Girl. His favorite song is I Got a Boy by Girl's Generation and his favorite member is Kim---"

"I don't care about that bullshit," Chanyeol states as he slaps his hand on the table hard, making Luhan and the rest of the members startle. "Do you wanna have bruises on your neck?"

Luhan shakes his head and clears his throat. "Apparently, he applied for a scholarship in our school this year, and he needs extracurricular organization involvement to receive his grant."

"Has he joined any organizations yet?" Chanyeol asks.

"No. Even if he's popular in his class, he tends to be shy and reserved. He's not interested in joining any clubs in specific. But he's friendly though, everybody likes and lust on him," Luhan says, "And you are not an exception on that."

Chanyeol shrugs.

"Maybe he needs the Student Council. He's perfect for the vacant position," Jongin says, "He's perfect to be Chanyeol's little slut."

"Thank god I'm free," Luhan says with an obnoxious laugh, "Should I go now and meet him?"

"I can talk to him after class," Jongin says smugly, crossing his arms over his chest, "I know that he has a very huge crush on me."

"No," Chanyeol mutters, "Don't fucking lay a finger on him unless I say so."

"Okay, all right. Your word is the law, we get it."

"What's the guy's name again? The childhood friend."

"Oh Sehun."

*

"He's officially in the house," Kyungsoo says as he pulls out a chair beside Chanyeol who's reading a book he isn't actually reading. "Congratulations, you have your Vice President."

Letting out a laugh, he closes his book and gives Kyungsoo a wicked smile. "Great. Should I fuck him right now?"

"Your cock needs to fucking calm down a bit. You don't want to scare him off, do you?"

"Yeah. I know that."

"Here he comes," Kyungsoo mutters, elbowing Chanyeol lightly. "He's with Luhan."

"Chanyeol, Kyungsoo!"

Both guys look up to the voice with interest. Kyungsoo only stares. There right before his eyes, Chanyeol finally sees the person he's been yearning for, standing shyly and small beside Luhan.

"Hey guys! I'd like you to meet Baekhyun," Luhan says in a chirpy tone. Engaging an eye contact, Chanyeol offers the short male his best and brightest smile.

"I-I'm Baekhyun," Baekhyun says before bowing politely in front of the tall male, "I'm the Vice President, please take care of me."

He has a nice voice, Chanyeol notes. It'll be nicer if he screams out his name as he fucks him hard in the ass.

"Is this him?" he asks Luhan, feigning knowledge of the situation as if it's the first time he's seeing Baekhyun. Luhan nods as a response.

Based on his facial expression, Baekhyun seems shocked of the depth of the President's voice. He's also looking curiously at them in an alternate manner, as though analyzing the new people in his surroundings. How cute.

"Hi," Chanyeol says to start their initial conversation, walking towards Baekhyun standing beside Luhan. He's really short up close, just perfect as his ideal slut, "I'm the President of the Student Council. My name is Park Chanyeol."

Their palms come into contact, flesh against flesh, formally shaking hands before releasing after a few seconds. His hand is small and cold. His fingers are long and slender. He wonders how they would look like if wrapped prettily around his cock.

"Nice to meet you, Chanyeol sunbae," Baekhyun mumbles and it's music to his ears. His smile is blinding, it's too vivid. "Please take care of me."

"Of course I will," Chanyeol answers, taking a step closer at the shorter, closing the tiny space between them as he beams at him, "You're my Vice President, right?"

Baekhyun nods shyly, looking up to the President's handsome face, and little did he know that right then and there.

He's already been claimed.

"Thank you."

From then on, up until now.

*

Sehun sneezes.

The water is too chilly for his liking. Maybe he should adjust the temperature.

"How does this thing even work---HOLY SHIT!"

He sees two wide puppy eyes blinking at him, pair of lips stretched into a playful smile. He holds his chest and steps back, still clutching the metal shower head. Good thing he didn't hit Baekhyun with it.

"H-how did you?" Sehun asks, backing away and using the shower curtain to cover his privates. "Were you here before I came in?"

Baekhyun nonchalantly fixes the water temperature for him, and stands up shortly when it is warm enough for the other male to use.

"Yeah. Didn't you see me? Am I too short not to be seen?" Baekhyun asks, crossing his arms over his chest. "You still don't lock the door."

"And you still barge in the shower anytime."

They stare for a while, and both laugh.

Silence.

"Okay you can go now, I'm taking a bath." Sehun gestures at the door, tapping his foot. "Leave."

"But my clothes are already wet!"

"So?"

"I need to take a shower, too"

"You can do that in Chanyeol's bathroom."

"But I'm scared! What if a ghost comes out of the window!" Baekhyun reasons out, and he's already taking off his pants and shirt, leaving his underwear on. "Chanyeol sunbae also told me to save water."

Sehun shakes his head and covers his eyes in panic "No! Don't take it off! No! This is not---"

"Fine. I'm not taking my underwear off. I'll just leave it here," Baekhyun says putting his hands on his curvy hips with his chest out. Sehun unconceals his eyes and sees the guy standing in front of him wearing a pair of bright red briefs.

"There."

Wait a minute.

Baekhyun grins.

"That's mine! What the hell, Baekhyun? My brother gave that to me as a Christmas present and you just!" Sehun screams as he points at Baekhyun's small bulge, "I thought I lost it two years ago!"

"It wouldn't fit you so I took it before you even had the chance to use it," Baekhyun says showcasing his ass and unconsciously twerking it, not knowing the sudden effect it brings to the other male.

Sehun's hold on the shower curtain gets tighter.

"Hey, can you shampoo my hair?" Baekhyun asks kindly as he rubs his fingertips on his own scalp. He never forgets to use a huge amount of shampoo because he likes bubbles a lot. "Just like the old times?"

"No," Sehun replies shortly. He lathers soap on his body. "Just do your thing and I'm doing my thing."

Baekhyun shrugs and washes the white foam covering his eyes.

"I remember one time. I injured my wrist for a week so Chanyeol sunbae washed my hair for me," Baekhyun says, looking up to Sehun beside him as they share the water under one shower, "He told me he didn't really like it and it was too tiring." He smiles a little at the memory. "But he still did it for me for a whole month."

Sehun rolls his eyes and washes the soapy residue off his hair. "How sweet."

"Hey."

Baekhyun looks down between Sehun's legs.

"What is it?"

"Your dick. Can I touch it?"

Sehun chokes on his saliva.

"I just want to touch it! I've never touched your dick ever since we met."

"What the fuck, Byun Baekhyun!?" Sehun blurts out in disbelief and covers his junk with both hands, blushing hard, "Are you still high on drugs? Are you crazy?"

"No!" Baekhyun waves his hands, shaking his head furiously. "I didn't mean it that way! And I didn't mean anything about what I said. Forget it if you don't want it." He rolls his eyes. "Friends help each other out, you know. And that includes touching their dicks. Chanyeol sunbae told that to me once."

"Fine. Whatever."

Baekhyun turns to him.

"You can touch it! But you can't hold it and you can't do anything to it."

"Really?"

Sehun slaps his forehead. "Yeah."

For the very first time in history, Baekhyun gives Sehun a handjob of his life. Sehun finishes off on the floor with a cry in less than thirty seconds. Baekhyun laughs at him teasingly.

"I'm not showering with you again!" Sehun yells at him, throwing him a roll of toilet paper. "And I'm telling Chanyeol to break up with you because you are such a bitch." He slams the door hard after he pushes Baekhyun outside who's already dying out of laughter.

"Chanyeol sunbae, good morning!" Baekhyun waves happily at the camera. He sees him dressed in a white gown, sitting by the window with the sun shining so bright. Baekhyun places his laptop on top of the bed as he uses a pillow to lift himself up. "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Yeah. Hospital food sucks," Chanyeol answers, scrunching his nose. "I want to go home so bad and eat real food."

Baekhyun chuckles. Chanyeol looks cute in a loose hospital gown. "How's your Dad? Is he okay?"

"He's fine now. He's already got my blood in his veins and we're just waiting for him to wake up," Chanyeol says, not meeting Baekhyun's eyes as he rubs his nape, "I hope he wakes up so I could talk to him... and tell him about us."

That melts Baekhyun's heart. "Yeah. I hope so, too. I will pray for his fast recovery."

Chanyeol clears his throat. "How about you? Is Sehun with you?"

"He's in the bathroom taking a shower," Baekhyun says in a soft voice, "and guess what. I just jacked him off."

"What," Chanyeol states unamused, and even from the other side of the screen, Baekhyun can feel his glare. "Are you fucking serious right now!?"

"It was just a handjob!"

"But you touched his dick!"

"What can I do, Chanyeol sunbae!" Baekhyun pouts sadly, "It's already night time here and I miss you so much. Don't you miss me, too?"

Chanyeol looks cautiously around him, as if checking if someone is watching. When the coast is clear, he leans closer to the webcam and whispers:

"Fine. I miss you, too."

*

To be continued.