A crisp breeze blew through the early morning streets of the KQ campus. It was Jongho's first day of class. His hand gripped at his backpack straps, nervously tugging at them for some sort of comfort. Yet again, he was starting from the bottom. Only now, he had experience. He knew better than to trust the first friendly face he met. Or else he'd make the same mistake.

"Oh, you must be a freshman!" Jongho glanced up at the voice greeting him. He had no clue how he didn't notice earlier, but one of the older students had come and sat down next to him. A cute one too.

"O-Oh yeah, I am..."

"No need to be nervous," The older teen chuckled, a smile curling on his lips. "I won't bite, I promise. My name is Yeosang."

Jongho shook the memory out of his head. He refused to think about that. Why waste time longing for a scene that should mean nothing to him now? After all, he moved on. He told himself he did and he refused to waste any more of his energy on thoughts regarding that man.

With a new level of determination, he marched into the course. It wasn't a large room, compared to the massive lecture hall he was expecting. Rather, it was the size of your average classroom but it was cosy and he found himself liking the atmosphere more than he thought he would. Jongho placed himself towards the back of the room since he wasn't too keen on drawing attention to himself.

Unfortunately for him, someone else had the same idea as well. "Jongho?"

He sucked in a harsh breath. Of course, he had to be here. Jongho did nothing but glare at Yeosang when the older student attempted to sit down next to him. "Couldn't you find somewhere else to sit?"

"All the other seats are taken." Sure enough, the room had been filled with students and every chair was indeed occupied. Jongho groaned at this. He supposed he would just have to suck it up for now. The lesson started with no conflict. They got a rundown of the properties of a camera and a brief test of their overall knowledge. Towards the end, they were each given a list of words and were told to photograph something relating to them. All was well until the professor started pairing them together.

Fate was not on his side when he announced: "Kang Yeosang and...Choi Jongho'' as partners. The two made direct eye contact, a mistake Jongho had yet to learn from. It was so sudden but he was suddenly hit by a harsh wave of memories. One right after the other just because of a simple stare. Those eyes could take him across the galaxy if they so desired, and it left Jongho with a single thought in his head:

I can't believe I was yours

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"Do you know why you're here?" The woman asked him. The hands of the clock ticked in the background, making Jongho feel how slowly time was truly passing. He tapped his foot with the sound of secondhand, his hands clasped together as if they were holding his anxieties for dear life.

"B-Because my parents s-sent me..." His therapist, Mrs Ahn, nodded at him, scribbling something down on her clipboard. Jongho had the uncomfortable feeling he would have to watch her do that every time he so much as chose to blink.

"I was told that you are having issues with your boyfriend. Is this correct?" When Jongho shook his head at her, she seemed unconvinced. "Why do you say that?"

"Everything is fine between us. He loves me and I love him." She wrote that down as well. Why? Jongho had no clue. If you asked him, this was all a waste of time. He and his boyfriend had a perfectly healthy relationship.

"Is there an age gap between you two?"

"Not really. He's only about a year older than me. He's a senior now."

"When did you start dating?"

"In my freshman year."

"Do you see one another often? Who usually organises things?"

"We do. Um, usually he's the one to organise things. I guess? I don't like going out much, so I kinda let him drag me out of the house." Similar questions followed. All more pointless than the last. Was any of this meaningful? No. At least Jongho didn't think so.

There was one question the therapist had asked that really made him fume: "has he ever laid his hands on you in a way you didn't like?"

"What kind of question is that?" He shouted, resisting the great urge he had to storm out.

"I'm sorry if it makes you upset, but this question is customary," her tone, no matter how apologetic, wouldn't make Jongho any less irritated.

The sooner this was over, the quicker he could go meet his boyfriend - Kang Yeosang.

The boy's parents had been suspicious of their relationship since day one. Citing the reason as how much Yeosang had "changed" whatever that was meant to mean. Jongho, of course, never saw it that way and thought of his boyfriend as one of the sweetest people he knew.

In fact, he even picked him up after his session. "How was it?" Asked Yeosang, kissing his boyfriend once he got in the car.

Jongho shrugged. "Fine, I guess. I don't know why my parents are sending me here. I would much rather spend that time with you." Yeosang giggled, landing another kiss on Jongho's cheek. He chose not to mention the real reason he was sent, in fear of the negative reaction that may follow.

The drive to the older student's house wasn't long. They stopped for ice cream on the way, followed by the pleasant conversations they usually engaged in. No one could make Jongho smile the way Yeosang did. He saw him as stunning on every level. The sarcastic quips or comments they shared added a dash of spice, and he lived for the softer moments they had together.

Once they arrived at their final destination, Yeosang was quick to pull him to the bedroom.

Both flopped onto the queen-sized bed within seconds. Jongho let out a breath of relief, glad to be far away from that therapist while Yeosang crawled over to him. He started to plant a few kisses on the lower part of Jongho's neck, causing the boy to squirm slightly. "Yeosang," he whined and attempted to move out of the position he was in.

"Please," said Yeosang, a childish pout on his lips like he were a kid being denied candy. He went as far as to lean over Jongho, caging him underneath his body. "It's been so long."

"But Sangie~ You know I don't like to..." There was a sudden switch in the atmosphere. Noticeable when Jongho's eyes trailed up until they were in direct contact with Yeosang's.

"If you don't want to do anything, it's alright Jongie. I know you're not always comfortable with these kinds of things." His caring and sweet words did nothing to combat the distaste in those cool brown eyes of his. They stared down at Jongho as if they were mocking him, telling him was weak and not good enough despite the loving smile on Yeosang's face.

He hadn't moved yet either and Jongho gulped. He pulled the older closer to his face. Of course, Jongho never knew what to do in these circumstances since he often avoided them but he supposed Yeosang found his inexperience cute. It gave him leeway to take the lead. With his quick submission, the older helped himself to Jongho's lips, pecking and kissing them, careful to not leave a single bruise on the boy's body.

Jongho gasped and moaned as his boyfriend worked his magic but he didn't really enjoy it. In fact, he never liked being touched very much. He only ever did this to make Yeosang happy. He deserved it after all. He was such a good boyfriend, always so sweet and understanding, he was just so good to him and much too good for him.

He could have chosen anyone he so desired, yet he chose Jongho. For that, Jongho felt the need to give him anything he wanted. Even if it was his own body.

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"How are things between you and Wooyoung?" Jongho glanced up from his paper only to glare at such a question. There was no malice in Yeosang's voice, there was no anger, irritation or even a bit of salt. He sounded genuinely curious.

"We're not dating." Was the blunt reply the older received. Jongho didn't like the glimmer of hope in his eye, feeling the need to crush it immediately. "But I would choose him over your ass in a heartbeat so don't get any ideas."

"I didn't say anything..."

"You didn't have to." There was silence yet again. It was so unfair. Why did he have to be here? Why did he have to stare at Jongho like that? What gives him that right to just walk back in his life like this after all this time?

There was a question on the tip of Jongho's tongue. He knew he would regret asking this but he couldn't help himself. "H-How are things between you and San?" Yeosang definitely caught his stutter and nearly grinned at it. However, he chose not to comment.

"Things are going well between us. He's picking me up after this. We're going to go to a café nearby."

Jongho's throat went dry. Of course they were doing well. "Happy for you..." That was all he grumbled before looking back at his work. Why did his heart ache at that? It wasn't like he cared about what he got up to or who he was dating. They weren't together. Yeosang was doing just fine without him.

Perhaps that's what made him so troubled. Yeosang didn't need him. Yet a small part of Jongho still needed Yeosang.

The feeling of love, being wrapped in the soothing blanket of their care - it would be strange not to crave such affection. It was such a satisfying sensation that only Yeosang could provide him.

The moment the professor told them that the lesson was over, Jongho got up as quickly as he could. "Where do you want to start taking the photos? I know a few- Jongho?" Yet Yeosang caught him just before he could leave.

"Yeah just call me later..." He ran out before Yeosang could catch him. He escaped the classroom, taking in a breath of desperately needed fresh air. Though his relief didn't last long.

"Jongho..." The younger male didn't turn around, even as he heard Yeosang approach him. "Jongie..."

"D-Don't call me that..." It made him feel weak. It made him want to turn around and wrap his arms around him, if only for a moment just to feel the comfort of his embrace. He tried to walk away but his body went stiff when he felt someone tug at his sleeve. The lump in his throat made it hard for him to breathe and he felt his eyes prickle with tears just from a simple touch.

Yeosang slowly brought him closer, leaning towards him as he spoke. "Are you alright, Jongie?"

"Y-You don't care."

"But Jongho, I do."

Jongho yanked his arm away. "No!" He shouted. Several students stopped to watch their exchange but Jongho couldn't care less. He was too vexed to spare anyone else a glance. "If you cared, you wouldn't have treated me the way you did. You wouldn't have cheated on me with that asshole!"

There was silence. Yeosang didn't say or do anything. It made Jongho anxious, awaiting his response. He could hardly tell how he was feeling, his expression was blank. Suddenly, the older boy walked towards him. Gently, he took Jongho's chin, his face remaining emotionless as he spoke, "San and I aren't dating."

"What do you mean?"

He saw Yeosang smirk, then shrug. "We're not dating." He repeated simply. "Silly boy, where did you get that idea from." He ruffled Jongho's brown hair, smiling at him softly. God, he was so patronising. Yet Jongho couldn't find the words to tell him that. All he did was allow Yeosang to pat him, his head hung low in embarrassment.

A voice called from a distance, gaining the duo's attention. "Sangie!" Yeosang moved away from Jongho, his face brightening into a genuine smile. It was the kind of face Jongho couldn't make him do any more yet someone else could.

"Hey San," Jongho watched him fall into San's arms. Both smiled at one another and San even placed a kiss on Yeosang's forehead. The brunette tugged at the straps of his backpack, this time attempting to contain his anger as he practically watched them snuggle.

Not dating my ass.

Finally noticing him, San looked towards the freshman. Although it felt more like he was glancing down at him. "Oh, it's the fetus. What are you doing with him, Yeosang? You know there are better people worth your time?" Jongho rolled his eyes at him, grumbling something under his breath. "What was that you little bitch?"

"I said, I can't believe Wooyoung would ever date someone like you! You fucking bastard!" He thought he could just run off but San yanked him closer by his collar. His dark glare sent chills down Jongho's spine.

"Let him go Sannie," They heard Yeosang sigh. San scoffed and threw Jongho to the ground. The younger student winced when his arm hit the pavement, San's shadow looming over him.

"You're lucky Yeosang's here, otherwise I wouldn't hesitate to beat the shit out of you. Just like in high school." He took his arm and placed it around Yeosang's waist then strutted off. Jongho glanced up, a small part of him wishing Yeosang would say something. Yet all he did was look at him. He couldn't tell if it was apologetic or a look of pity. Maybe it was neither. Either way, it sent Jongho's mind into overdrive.

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"Jongho?" The only response Wooyoung received was a heavy groan of dismay from the younger student. When he came home, he rushed right past him, not even bothering to say hi. So Wooyoung decided it would be best to check on him, he was a little worried.

He placed himself on the edge of his roommate's bed and when he didn't reply, he leapt onto his back. "Agh! WOOYOUNG!" shouted the younger, instantly attempting to push his enthused friend away.

The older male giggled at him and rolled off. "What's wrong Jongie? You seem stressed..."

"I am," Groaned Jongho. "You won't believe what happened in class."

"Let me guess, Yeosang was there-"

"Yeosang was there!" Wooyoung sighed. Jongho felt his hand stroke his hair, and unlike Yeosang, it didn't feel the slightest bit patronising. It was gentle like he was really being cared for.

"Didn't you know that photography was a part of his art degree?" When Jongho shook his head, Wooyoung cupped his cheeks.

"It's alright Jongho. Just try your best to ignore him. I know it's hard, but I promise I'll help you through it." A slight smile found its way on Jongho's lips. To Wooyoung's surprise, he rolled over and pulled him into a hug. Despite being caught off guard, he didn't hesitate to hug the younger boy back. It was warm. A feeling Jongho had been craving for so long. He just couldn't believe he used to hate this boy.

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"Hey," Jongho looked up from his biology paper. He rolled his eyes when he saw that it was Jung Wooyoung, Yeosang's best friend, standing above him.

"What do you want?" He asked curtly.

"Damn okay. No need to be hostile." Wooyoung, for some reason, ignored Jongho's warning glare. Much to his irritation, the older student sat right beside him, grinning like an idiot while he pulled out his things to work.

"I don't remember saying you could sit here."

"Tough shit."

"Don't you have other people to leech off of? I don't want a partner." Wooyoung looked him up and down as if evaluating his entire existence in just a glance. It was uncomfortable and highly unnerving to the younger boy.

"Well too bad, because I do." He replied simply, sending Jongho a smirk. "I sat next to Changbin last time and the dumb bitch gave me all the wrong answers. So, you're my next best option." Jongho opened his mouth to retort but Wooyoung beat him to it.

"Jeez, no wonder you and Yeosang are dating. You're just as rude as he is."

Jongho glared at him, crossing his arms. "He's not rude at all! He's the sweetest person on earth."

Wooyoung chuckled at him. No. He full-on cackled. "Oh please, he's only sweet to you because you're his precious little boyfriend. Trust me, he's a real ass to everyone and you two are just alike because of that." Though Jongho was well aware that this was true, he still chose to just shake his head and move on.

There was silence between them for a good while as they started their work. Well, it was more like Jongho was working and Wooyoung was not so subtly copying his answers. About ten minutes in, however, a loud groan came from the blonde. Jongho cringed, nearly snapping his pen in half at the annoying sound. So he turned to Wooyoung, ready to tell him to keep quiet but yet again he was cut off by the older's nonstop chatter.

"You're Yeosang's boyfriend yet I hardly know you. A bit weird, don't you think?" While Wooyoung chuckled at how strange it sounded, Jongho only shrugged and began to gather his books at the sound of the bell.

"I don't think so. Just because you two have known each other for six years and are best friends for life, doesn't mean we have to be too." Truth be told, he had always been somewhat jealous of their relationship. Chances are if Yeosang wasn't with Jongho, he was with Wooyoung. That just didn't sit right with the boy. Especially given Wooyoung's flirtatious reputation.

"I'm not asking to be. But since we'll be working on this project for a while, all I ask is that I get to know you." His tone, although casual, had Jongho on guard. "Come to my place after school?"

"How do I know this isn't a trick...?"

"Relax. If I so much as breathed on you I know Yeosang would have my head. So don't worry, I'm not planning anything."

When arriving at Wooyoung's house, or rather his mansion, Jongho was in pure awe. He had never seen a home so grand, let alone been inside one. The blonde chuckled at the way the eyes of his peer wandered around the vast and beautiful building, smiling at the wonder in his gaze. "Like it?" He inquired, tilting his head with a smirk.

"Yeah! It's amazing! I've never been in a house this big!"

"Yeah, I bet you haven't."

He was still an asshole. Right, how could Jongho forget? Jung Wooyoung was just some rich asshole who was using him for school work. That thought managed to sour his mood almost entirely.

Making their way through the hall leading to Wooyoung's bedroom, Jongho continued to be impressed by the expensive artist objects and pictures lining the walls and shelves. Everyone in school knew that Wooyoung's family was wealthy but few knew exactly how much money they had since not many people had been invited into their home.

The benefits of becoming Wooyoung's friend seemed endless. With money like this, he could take you anywhere you desire!

Jongho wanted no part in that. After all, he valued his dignity over anything else and he would never stoop so low as to become more than acquaintances with this boy.

"Make yourself at home," Wooyoung told him, flopping onto his massive bed with an exhausted groan. Just as Jongho was about to thank him and smile, the older teen continued. "Just not too comfortable, I need you to go some at some point."

"You know, every time I begin to like you, you say something that ruins my mood."

"It's a talent." Of course, Jongho only scoffed at this but sat down at Wooyoung's desk regardless, being sure to not get too settled as instructed. Rummaging through his backpack for his assignment, the teen let out a small groan. He was really hoping this would be the last time he had to step into this house. Already, he was tired of the older student and his narcissistic mannerisms.

Though, he could certainly see why he and Yeosang were friends for so long. They were similar but also extremely different at the same time. Yeosang seemed like he would be able to keep him grounded and Wooyoung could most definitely take him out of his comfort zone. At least that was how Jongho viewed things.

Work was getting done at a rather consistent rate, on Jongho's behalf at least. He would do anything to not have to talk to Wooyoung and if that meant shoving loads of biology in his brain then so be it.

Then, of course, Wooyoung had to break the silence. "So-"

"We had a really good thing going there, you know, the whole no talking thing? Let's just go back to that."

"I hear you and Yeosang are fucking," Out of all things he could have possibly said, that had to be the last thing Jongho was expecting. He struggled to get a response out, sputtering his words and muttering incoherent sentences.

"W-WHAT!? No! H-He..H-How did you...Y-Yeosang told you that?"

Yet all of it came to an end when Wooyoung started to chuckle. "No, stupid, you just did!" His snickering only continued when the younger's face began to burn, face becoming dusted with an embarrassing shade of red. "Sangie's a horny bastard. He hasn't told me anything but I'd be shocked if you guys haven't had some fun yet. You know?"

"Y-You...What the fuck Wooyoung?"

The blonde rolled his eyes at the shock on Jongho's face. "Relax," He said simply, looking at his phone shortly after as if he hadn't just embarrassed the other teen. Of course, Jongho remained flushed, glancing around for something to take his mind off what he had just admitted.

Is Wooyoung going to tell everyone that I slept with Yeosang? What would people think if they found I had sex with the most popular guy at school's best friend?!

Jongho grabbed an apple from the small fruit bowl on Wooyoung's desk then snapped it in half, his troubling thoughts fading with it. He sighed, feeling a sense of calm run over him, whilst his peer looked at him, wide-eyed. "DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!?" He exclaimed. "How did you do that? Are you the Hulk? That was so cool!"

Had he never seen someone break an apple before? Well, he supposed there weren't many other teenagers at their school who could do it. Regardless, Jongho just shrugged and handed one half to the amazed student. "It's not that awesome. It's just something I can do," He stated, taking a bite of the fruit soon after.

"I think it's pretty awesome..." Mumbled Wooyoung. "There was a kid in my elementary school who could do the same thing. He gave me half of his apple cause I forgot my lunch one day. He was pretty cute too. Well, for a third-grader, I guess."

Something about that rang a bell and Jongho turned to him. "Whose class were you in?" He asked.

"Mrs Park's. She was such a sweet woman, had a bit of a diet coke addiction though..."

"No way, I was in her class too!"

"For real?" Wooyoung sat up, edging towards the end of the bed with a bright beam on his face. "So that was you? Seriously? You used to be so cute, what happened?"

"And you used to be nice. I guess people change." In spite of their comments towards one another, both teens smiled. He wasn't sure what it was but all of a sudden, something switched in Wooyoung. He still acted like a douche but he was a little nicer. It all made Jongho grin.

Maybe he'd be spending more time with Wooyoung after all...