Heck, are we on chapter ten already? Wow. Time files. :D

(Sorry for updating later than usual!)

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Sehun was getting a little annoyed, to say the least. The blond and his boyfriend were in Math, and Luhan was being crowded by students wanting his help.

Luhan was probably the top student in the math class, he had always been good with numbers. The older had tutored his boyfriend on numerous occasions. That was the only reason Sehun was in the same class as his boyfriend.

"Shoo, shoo. Give him some room to breath." Sehun leans over and ushers some of the students away.

Luhan is mildly amused. "Is Trigonometry really that hard?"

"Yes."

"What? Do you need help? Didn't I teach you this stuff a while back?"

"You did."

"Wait, were you jealous?" Luhan chuckles teasingly.

Sehun presses his lips together and looks away.

"Oh, so you were jealous." The older leans over and put a hand on Sehun's shoulder. "Don't worry, I only have eyes for you."

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Chanyeol swallows, nervous. Kiss him? The giant had to admit, it was tempting. Baekhyun's beautiful lips were caught between his perfectly straight teeth, and the boy's hair was brushed down over his sparkling eyes, giving him a playful look. Oh, how Chanyeol wanted to brush the stupid half-smirk off his face.

But the only way to do that... would be to kiss him.

And that definitely was not happening. Chanyeol was not about to ruin his reputation by full on smooching the brunet in the middle of a literature class. No way.

"Come on Channie. Do it." Baekhyun grabs the giant's sleeve and leans against his chest. Mmm, he smells nice.

Huh? Channie? This guy's got some nerve. "Don't call me that."

"Fine then, I'll call you a coward instead. You seem to be wimping out anyways." The brunet enjoys the shocked look on the giant's face. "Wow, Chanyeol. You are way too easy." He sits back down in his own chair. "I expected more from you." The brunet snaps his fingers. "And what made you think I wanted to kiss you?" Sure, the brunet had a slight crush on Chanyeol, but that doesn't equate to wanting to be kissed by the giant. "Still want to rip my throat out?"

"More than ever." But the giant still couldn't keep his eyes off the moving pair of lips.

"Go ahead then." Baekhyun tilts his head back, exposing his pale neck to the giant. Chanyeol can't help but to touch the smooth skin, marveling at the softness. The warm feeling returns, rushing though him like a river, it's source at his fingertips, where his skin connected with Baekhyun's.

"Geez, you never told me that you were a daredevil."

"Pfft. You'd never rip my throat out."

The giant had to admit that he was right. There was no way he was going to physically harm the brunet. He glances at the sketchbook and a smirk creeps onto his face. But I might emotionally mess with him a little.

Baekhyun straightens back up and Chanyeol drops his hand. Their eyes lock. Mocha brown against copper. The brunet blinks once. He puts one arm on his desk, his elbow on the wood and his face resting in his palm. He moves his fingers so that they cover his mouth, not once breaking off eye contact. The brunet smiles. The grin is obvious, even with his fingers partially blocking his lips. "What are you thinking of right now?"

How stunning you look. "Different ways I can murder you without becoming suspicious."

"A good place to start would be to not tell me that you're plotting my demise."

"You told me to tell you."

"Yeah, well you could have lied."

"How do you know I'm not lying as I speak?"

"I don't know. Not for sure, at least." Baekhyun reaches out for Chanyeol's fingers. "Your fingers are tapping an irregular beat though. You probably are lying."

I didn't even realize that I was tapping my fingers. As soon as Baekhyun takes Chanyeol's hand into his own, the warm feeling resurfaces. "This is interesting, isn't it?"

"What is?"

"This." Baekhyun raises their joined hands.

"Why?"

"Because you hate me."

"I don't." The giant tries to defend himself.

"Oh I'm sorry. I meant despise. My bad." The brunet raises an eyebrow. "And this is exactly what it is. We bicker way too much."

"And your point is?"

"This," Baekhyun sets their hands back on the desk, "should not exist." But he doesn't let go, and neither does Chanyeol.

The giant didn't want to let go. Not now, not ever. The warm feeling that came with the brunet's touch was something that he had been yearning for for who knows how long. It was the thing that Instagram comments and likes had tried to replace, but the gap was always present. It was never a perfect replacement.

Now that Chanyeol had found another source of warmth, he couldn't imagine living without it.

Too bad that his pride had taken control. Fame and being well liked had taken over, blocking out most other things.

And a part of him envied Baekhyun. The way he was so carefree in what he did and said. Was I like that once? The giant couldn't even remember. Public image was a burden. But it was almost like an obsession to the red head.

It didn't matter now. The giant had fallen too deeply, and it would take an eternity to dig himself out of the trench. And Chanyeol still wasn't convinced that he wanted to escape.

The giant couldn't stand the brunet, but also found himself yearning for him. I'm so pitiful.

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Geez, Chanyeol is one messed up guy. It's actually getting harder to write. -_-;

Did any of that make any sense? I wrote it, and I can barely wrap my head around it. Chanyeol and Baekhyun's relationship is very strange...

Like, personally, I've had no experience with this sort of thing. But I've seen people who have been pressured to comply to the public (social media)...

I'm trying my best to replicate that to an extent... I guess?

Ek. Ignore my rambles please. ._.

Who's mad that they didn't kiss? :) (They will eventually, I promise. Just be patient.) :D

Bai. <3

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