Ten had made Yangyang promise that he would meet him at the school gates on Tuesday morning, and sure enough the gorgeous senior was standing at the gates waiting for him. When he noticed Yangyang approaching a smile lit up his face and he ran over to hug him, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Morning kitten!" Ten hummed.

Yangyang's cheeks warmed and he wrapped an arm around Ten's, reaching down to entwine their fingers. "Hey Ten."

“How are you feeling today?” Ten asked as they started walking.

“Better, thanks to you.” Yangyang replied with a wink.

Ten smirked sideways at him, running his tongue along his lips, “Well I’m glad kitten.”

They continued walking hand in hand as they entered the main school building. Yangyang noticed a lot of students staring at them, whispering to one another but he ignored them, preferring to keep his attention on Ten. With his arm wrapped around the gorgeous senior, he felt warm and safe; no one else at school really mattered because he wasn’t alone anymore; they were all probably jealous anyway.

The two of them headed to Yangyang’s locker, weaving through the busy hallways, which seemed slightly more messy than usual – there was the occasional sheet of paper lying on the floor, crumpled and kicked out of the way from many pairs of feet. As they reached his locker, Yangyang noticed a sheet of paper stuffed under his locker door. Someone had tried to shove it into his locker and had mostly managed to do so with only a crumpled edge of it sticking out of the bottom.

“Is someone sending you love letters?” Ten asked when he also noticed the sheet of paper peeking out, one eyebrow raised. Yangyang chuckled and reached out to grab it.

“The pervert’s back huh?”

Yangyang froze, his fingertips millimetres from the slip of paper, and looked up to see Renjun resting against a locker door a few down from his, his arms crossed over his chest and a wicked smile on his lips.

“Wow, who’s this rude bitch?” Ten spat, giving Renjun a filthy look while he tightened his grip on Yangyang's hand.

“Renjun.” Yangyang muttered, staring glumly at the boy. Why did Renjun have to barge in on his perfect morning?

“Shut up hoe!” Renjun narrowed his eyes at Ten. He pushed himself off the locker door and smirked at Yangyang, “I’m surprised you showed up today… or have you not realized yet?” He derided.

Yangyang frowned, suddenly wary, “Not realised what?” he asked cautiously.

Renjun laughed sharply, “Ha, well maybe you should look at that piece of paper.” He said.

“And why don’t you back off and leave him alone?” Ten warned.

Renjun ignored him and continued to stare at Yangyang, waiting. Yangyang swallowed nervously and glanced back at the paper shoved under his locker door.

Tentatively, he pulled it out. It looked like just a blank crumpled sheet of A4 paper but when he turned it over his heart sank. His chest tightened and his eyes watered as he stared down at it.

It was him.

Naked, blindfolded and on his knees. The same photo that Xiao Jun had taken of him. The same photo he thought was gone forever.

Only now it was in his hands with the words ‘PERVERT YANGYANG LIKES TO BEG FOR DICK’ printed in large red font beneath it, matching the red tie that covered his eyes.

Ten quickly snatched the paper from his now shaking hands and crushed into a ball with his fist, “What the fuck? Do you think this is funny?!” He yelled.

“Ah, yeah, it’s fucking hilarious!” Renjun cackled, “You should have seen it yesterday, someone printed off hundreds of these and covered the hallways with them! Pity you weren’t there to witness it yourself Yangyang.”

Renjun laughed darkly but instantly backed up when Ten took a step towards him. He raised his hands innocently but a satisfied smile was still painted on his lips. “What are you gonna do, huh? You can’t hide anymore, the whole school now knows you’re a sick pervert Yangyang!”

A sick pervert… the whole school knows…

“Don’t listen to him Yangyang!”

Tears clouded Yangyang’s vision and he took a step back. Something crunched under his foot and he looked down, seeing another sheet of paper. He could vaguely hear Ten and Renjun shouting at each other but it sounded muffled, like suddenly everyone was far away and he was alone. Slowly, he knelt down to pick up the paper, dreading to see that photo of him again, yet sure enough when he turned the sheet over it was that same image that made his insides feel hollow.

He felt so exposed, so helpless… so hopeless.

Everyone had seen this...

… so what would they think of him now?

All those eyes on him this morning, he had thought they were staring because he was with Ten; because they were jealous. But they’d already seen. 

Even now he felt as if everyone’s attention was focused on him, their deprecating, judgmental glares boring into his body, burning holes through his clothing until he was naked, unprotected against their harsh criticism. Only Renjun had ridiculed him so far, but it was only a matter of time.

Tears splashed onto the dirty photo but Yangyang made no attempt to hide them; he was beyond caring about someone mocking him for crying.

The paper was torn from his hands and Ten’s face filled his vision as the older boy lifted his chin, cupping his face in his hands.

“Yangyang, baby, don’t cry. We’ll get through this okay?” Ten said.

But Yangyang didn’t believe him. How could the outcome of this be okay?

Yangyang shook his head while more tears blinded him.

Renjun laughed.

Yangyang bit his lip when his breath hitched, trapping a sob from escaping. He wanted to hide away from the world, from everyone.

He pulled Ten’s hands from his face and bolted down the hallway, shoving past people, trying so hard to hold back his tears. He desperately needed to find somewhere quiet and empty where he could pretend none of this was happening right now. He didn’t know what else to do but he knew he couldn’t show his face at school anymore.

A/N: 😢 well that sucks, poor Yangyang

What's Yang gonna do now?