*

Baekhyun feels like his bladder is about to explode anytime soon. So, without a second thought, he raises his hand during class and excuses himself to the comfort room. Running through the hallways, Baekhyun blames this to Sehun for forcing him to drink his left over bubbletea before class.

Baekhyun reaches the comfort room, the one at the first floor close to his classroom, in record time. But to his dismay, said room was locked with a sign on the door 'Under Construction'. Baekhyun groans, stomping his feet to the ground as he holds his crotch. He runs through the hallways again, climbing the long stairs to get into the nearest comfort room as soon as possible. Then he remembers, there's a male comfort room adjacent to the ladies' room, the one in front of the Student Council room.

Entering the empty comfort room, Baekhyun goes into one of those disgusting urinals and zips down his pants, freeing his dick to relieve himself. There's a settling feeling inside Baekhyun's chest and kidney in general after he urinates, making him to sigh in relief.

"Ahhh..."

Baekhyun twists his head, because he's sure he didn't make that sound. Zipping his pants up, he turns around, walking nearer to a slightly opened cubicle.

"F-fuck!"

Baekhyun's eyes widen, there again his heartbeat speeding up inside his chest as he stands in front of the cubicle door. His mind tells him to just leave and get back to class, but his feet wouldn't budge. Looking left to right, he leans into the door, peeking his right eye on the opened space.

His eyes grow bigger like a golf ball.

From his position, he can clearly see how the three of Jongin's fingers disappear inside Kyungsoo's ass as the shorter straddles Jongin's lap. Baekhyun's hand clamps his hanging mouth, witnessing the couple make out sloppily. Kyungsoo has his legs spread between Jongin's waist as he settles on top of Jongin's lap, while Jongin sits on the toilet bowl, his fingers rapidly pumping inside his boyfriend's ass.

"J-jongin.. F-faster, please," Kyungsoo moans against Jongin's ear, fucking himself into that thick fingers. He has no pants on, only his uniform which is now crumpled as he bounces up and down. Jongin nods, complying to his boyfriend's request as he pistons his fingers into the tight hole.

"AH! FUCK!!! There!" Kyungsoo shouts, arching his back. Baekhyun winces, suddenly surprised by the voice. He knows he shouldn't be watching this right now, he shouldn't stare at those fingers going in and out of the Treasurer's asshole. But his body wouldn't move, there's a tiny feeling inside, deeper inside of him that wants to stay.

"I found it," Jongin says, grinning as he wiggles his fingers inside Kyugsoo. Baekhyun wonders what Jongin found, but before he could see more of it, he hears footsteps approaching the comfort room.

Baekhyun straightens his body, leaning away from the door, his heartbeat ringing into his ears as guilt settles into the pit of his stomach. He's such a voyeur, watching unsuspecting people in their private sexual activities. Baekhyun feels guilty and wrong, he shouldn't have done it just because he's a curious cat. He closes his eyes while shaking his head, running out of the comfort room with hurried feet.

Baekhyun stops running, feeling a hard chest bumped against his forehead. Looking up, he is met face to face with Choi Minho, one of the school's heartthrobs regardless of his cold personality. Baekhyun gulps as Minho stares down at him, his eyes expressionless.

"He's that guy, I'm sure," one of the four tall guys behind Minho whispers into Minho's ears. Baekhyun knows them, they're all third years and all scary, and Minho, too, is as scary like them by the way the sunbae is staring at him like he's one fresh meat. Baekhyun gulps as Minho quirks an eyebrow at him, cornering him against the wall.

"So, you're Baekhyun. Am I right?"

"Y-yes," Baekhyun answers, his knees shaking.

"You're so cute," Minho says, and his company laughs deeply, sending shivers at the back of Baekhyun's neck.

"Hmm, I wonder how you look like without clothes on," Minho says, earning another laughter from his company. "Shall we take a look?"

The grip on Baekhyun's wrists tighten as he feels fingers loosening the two buttons of his shirt. Baekhyun attempts to fight back, but Minho is stronger that's why he's left sobbing as the fingers continue to unbutton his shirt, revealing his smooth collarbones.

"Nice," the other tall guy says, Baekhyun doesn't know his name and he doesn't have any plans on knowing. He just wants to get out of here and go back to class.

"L-let me go," Baekhyun pleads, tears trickling on the side of his eyes. "S-stop, please! D-don't do this!"

The one beside Minho fishes out a phone in his pocket, aiming it at Baekhyun. Baekhyun's eyes go wider, his heart beating erratically together with fingers stripping his uniform.

"NO! Please! Don't film! Stop! Don't touch me!!!"

"He's tough, huh?" the other guy says, licking his lips.

"Baekhyun, we're just filming a documentary about the transfer student, okay?" Minho sweetly says, his cold stature now gone. "Can you please cooperate?"

"I don't believe you!" Baekhyun shouts, kicking his feet to Minho's leg. "Let me go!!!"

Baekhyun spits into Minho's face, earning a loud fuck! from the guy. Minho slaps Baekhyun's face hard with his large palm. Baekhyun stirs, feeling the surroundings spin as his cheek stings painfully.

"STRIP HIM," Minho orders, wiping the saliva off his face with angry eyes as he looks at Baekhyun. Baekhyun goes back to his senses when he feels hands roaming around his body.

"HELP!!!! NO!!! PLEASE!!! HE--"

A hand covers his mouth, restraining him to make any noise as the four guys undress his uniform and his pants. But before they can tug down his boxers, there's someone who drags the two guys away from Baekhyun, throwing them into the floor like pieces of paper.

"What the fuck are you doing!!!? GET LOST!!!"

The two other guys back away when they hear the voice, while the two on the floor scurry, running away altogether. Minho just stares nervously, picking the phone on the floor but the President is quick to step on it, making the device broken.

"Fuck off," the President says in a cold tone making Minho to run for his life like the four other guys.

Baekhyun sobs, tears rolling down his cheeks as he buttons his uniform with trembling fingers. Chanyeol turns to him, checking his body for some concussions. He finds Baekhyun's cheek red with a shape of palm against the skin.

"Are you okay!?"

Baekhyun nods silently. Chanyeol's eyes follow Baekhyun's exposed skin, staring intently on how it is covered inch by inch. He runs a hand through his hair, his other hand gripping Baekhyun's wrist tightly.

"S-sun--bae.." Baekhyun says as he sobs, his glassy and frightened eyes looking at the President.

"What the fuck are you doing at this hour!!?" Chanyeol asks, his voice high and Baekhyun knows that the President is angry.

"I-I went to the c-comfort room," Baekhyun says, still crying. "I-I didn't know, I--"

"Don't come again near in this place," Chanyeol authoritatively says that Baekhyun finds himself nodding. Chanyeol's grip tightens in his hand. "Understood!!?"

"Y-yes," Baekhyun answers. "I understand."

Chanyeol releases his hand and Baekhyun holds his wrist, massaging it lightly. He looks up to Chanyeol who's not looking at him while his hand is on his forehead. It's the first time Baekhyun seeing the President angry, wondering if maybe Chanyeol was worried about him. He can feel his heart speed up again, warmth settling inside his chest together with the unexplainable churn inside his stomach.

"I'm sorry," Baekhyun apologizes. "It was my fault, Chanyeol-sunbae. I-I'm sorry... if I made you worry."

Chanyeol sighs in resignation, looking at Baekhyun's wet lips as he talks. "Forget it, it's okay."

"Thank you... for saving me."

"You're my Vice President," Chanyeol says that Baekhyun has to prevent himself from smiling because of the possessive pronoun Chanyeol used. "I should take care of you."

"T-tell me.. if there's something I can do to return the favor," Baekhyun says, fumbling with the hem of his uniform shyly.

Chanyeol smiles. "Well, actually. There is."

*

"W-what are we doing here, sunbae?" Baekhyun asks Chanyeol as they get to the empty Student Council room, specifically the entertainment room. It's still class hours so there's no student around this time.

"Do you have classes now?" Chanyeol asks, already setting the TV and the DVD player. He turns his head to Baekhyun.

"No, my teacher is sick," Baekhyun answers, sitting on the couch as he watches the President pick some CD, putting it inside the DVD tray.

"Great. Me, too," Chanyeol says. "My teacher is gone pretending to be sick."

Baekhyun chuckles at that. "Are we.. going to watch some movie?"

"Yeah, if that's okay with you?"

"It's okay! I'd love to!" Baekhyun exclaims, a wide smile painting his lips. He realizes he's a little bit enthusiastic about it, so he hides his red face. "I-I mean, yeah. Sure."

Chanyeol chuckles, sitting beside Baekhyun as he crosses his legs. "Excited much?"

"N-not really," Baekhyun mumbles as he pouts. "There's no popcorn."

"Oh, yeah, right. The popcorn," Chanyeol says, standing up. "I'll be right back."

"W-where are you going?" Baekhyun asks as he clutches Chanyeol's uniform, his voice sounds like he's afraid of being left alone.

"To the kitchen?" Chanyeol points at the mini kitchen few steps away from the couch. Baekhyun blushes.

"Oh, okay," Baekhyun says, removing his hand from Chanyeol's uniform.

"I'll be right back," Chanyeol says again, ruffling Baekhyun's hair with his hand. Baekhyun nods, a smile forming to his lips when he feels the President's warm hand on his scalp.

Chanyeol heads to the kitchen, grabbing two boxes of popcorns inside the cup board. "Do you want something to drink?"

"A soda would be fine, thanks," Baekhyun hollers from the couch. The opening of the movie is starting.

"Sure," Chanyeol answers. He gets a tiny bottle from his pocket, opening its lid as he bites his lips. He gives Baekhyun a single glance before pouring several dropets of odorless and colorless liquid to Baekhyun's cup of soda.

"That would be enough," Chanyeol whispers to himself, bringing the drug, known as GHB or liquid ecstacy close to his eyes. This drug is exremely strong, causing the one who would take it high in a matter of minutes depending on the dosage.

Chanyeol darkly smiles, swiping his thumb against the smooth bottle before putting it back inside his pocket.

"Here," Chanyeol says as he hands Baekhyun his popcorn and his drug-induced soda. Baekhyun smiles, getting his food as he inches himself to the right for Chanyeol to sit on the couch.

Chanyeol watches from the corner of his eyes how Baekhyun took a sip from his soda, drinking a few gulps of it as he sets his eyes at the screen. Chanyeol drums his fingers on top of his lap, waiting for the silent drug to kick in.

After ten minutes or so of just watching the movie quietly, Chanyeol feels a head against his shoulder. He turns to his side and sees Baekhyun panting heavily, his eyes are half-lidded as he clutches Chanyeol's arm lightly.

"What's the matter, Baekhyun?" Chanyeol asks innocently, hiding the smirk on his lips.

"S-sun--bae.. I.. I.." Baekhyun says in between hard breaths, his whole body feels hot as if it's on fire. "I-I'm not.. feeling.. well..."

"Oh," Chanyeol says in fake surprise and worry. "Why is that?"

"I-I d-dont... k-know.." Baekhyun breathes, his head hurts and his vision is hazy. His throat suddenly feels dry that he couldn't get himself to continue his words. He feels so sleepy but he can't sleep, because of the hotness creeping into his whole body. He doesn't know what in the world is happening at all, all he knows is that, he wants the warmth to go away, and he wants to rest and sleep.

Chanyeol gently lays Baekhyun on the couch so that he's on his back, his legs are stretched comfortably along the couch. Baekhyun doesn't say anything when he feels a hand palming his crotch, he's unable to form words with his mouth. He feels soothing fingers swatting his hair on his forehead, and a soft voice whispering into his ear.

"I'll take care of you. Don't worry."

Baekhyun nods silently, seeing the President's blurry face on his sight smiling down at him. He doesn't know what's happening now and what will happen next. He is awake, though. He's just defenseless and weak and couldn't do and say anything when he feels fingers unbottoning his shirt. It's too hot, too suffocating, but the fingers on his chest are cold and soothing.

"You won't remember any of this when you wake up tomorrow, Baekhyun," Chanyeol says as he shreds Baekhyun's uniform, discarding them all on the floor. He lifts Baekhyun up to take off his pants together with his boxers. "That's how the drug works."

Baekhyun is lying naked and helpless on the couch, still breathing shakily. He is blinking his eyes slowly at Chanyeol, his mouth is opened slightly as he whimpers under his breath. Chanyeol smiles.

"You're so fucking beautiful, very beautiful," Chanyeol mutters, admiring Baekhyun's gorgeous body feasted before him with his lusty eyes. "And now you're mine."

*

To be continued.

(A/N: Okay, thank you for reading! I'm going to hide now, don't look for me!)