"shh... don't be this loud..." mark mumbled before going back to kissing donghyuck.

the younger boy gladly kissed back, wrapping his arms around mark's neck and pulling their bodies close to gain more friction.

donghyuck's lips were completely bruised by now due to mark biting and abusing them. mark's neck was full of scratches, and the temperature of their bodies had warmed up the air around them.

one of mark's hand tightened around donghyuck's waist, making the younger unconsciously let out a needy whine.

donghyuck flushed red at the sudden noise he had let out, mark not noticing it due to the darkness of the place they were in.

"needy, aren't you?" marck chuckled, tightening his grip again and kissing donghyuck to muffle the sounds that could erupt of his mouth.

just when donghyuck was about to pull away to breathe, a bright light blinded them, and the noise of objects falling around them made both boys look at the intruder.

"seriously now?" a pissed jeno asked, one eyebrow raised.

"j-jeno..." donghyuck mumbled, hiding his face in the crook of mark's neck.

"i was wondering why this broom cupboard had moaned, but i know why now."

donghyuck and mark walked out of the broom cupboard, picking up the different brooms that had fallen out when jeno had opened the door.

"why are you even here?" mark asked, closing the door of the closet. "aren't you supposed to be with renjun?"

"jaemin forbade me." jeno replied.

"and since when do you listen to him?" mark raised a brow.

"it's either this, either i'm fired." jeno told. "and every muggle-born with me." he added with a head gesture towards donghyuck.

"oh... yeah..."

mark and donghyuck were very aware of what had happened a few nights before.

jeno had had to tell mark about renjun stealing the wand when he was asked to leave his dorm to help renjun.

and jaemin couldn't keep anything from his best friend, so, he had told him about his discovery and his request.

"so... can i hang out with the two of you?" jeno asked with puppy eyes.

"yeah, of course." donghyuck replied, a smile appearing on his face as mark's hand slipped into his own.

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jisung was determined.

today was going to be the day he would confess his love to his best friend.

saying he was nervous was an understatement.

the boy was literally dying from the inside.

he couldn't help but overthink.

what if chenle didn't like him?

what if chenle liked someone else?

what if he wasn't good enough for chenle?

what if chenle rejected him?

what if chenle didn't want to be his friend after that?

all those questions were running around in his mind, and jisung seemed to be completely overwhelmed by them.

why did confessing have to be this hard?

"man up, jisung." he said to himself, staring at his reflexion in the mirror.

he tightened the necktie around his neck and made sure his hair looked presentable.

he still couldn't believe he was about to do this.

and chenle was far from expecting this.

the chinese boy was in the bathroom.

he had taken his shower and dressed up, and now, jisung was waiting for him to unlock the door and go out so that both of them could head to class.

and of course, he would need to confess before.

he didn't really care if they were late at the moment.

"i'm ready!" chenle opened the door, revealing himself in a black shirt tucked nicely in some black and yellow baggy trousers.

jisung gulped. how could such a simple outfit make him go this wild?

"let's go, we're going to be late." chenle exclaimed, grabbing his backpack on the floor.

jisung stepped in front of the dorm door and looked at chenle.

the chinese boy tilted his head to the side, not understanding what his best friend was doing.

"jisung, you're usually the one who's worried for us being late." chenle stated. "why aren't we leaving."

"i need to talk to you about something important before." jisung said confidently.

"can't that wait?"

as chenle reached for the handle, jisung grabbed his shoulders and turned them around, pinning chenle's back to the door.

"it cannot wait." jisung assured making a whole zoo burst in chenle's stomach at their proximity.

the two boys were currently in gay panic mode, their cheeks flushed and their hearts beating out of their ribcages.

but they needed to have this talk. they both knew it.

"chenle..." jisung started. "this is important..."

"we're going to be late, ji..." chenle said, avoiding jisung's eyes.

"i don't care. we need to talk."

"b-be quick..."

in fact, chenle didn't want their discussion to end so quickly.

but he was internally panicking.

not only were they very close.

but jisung's hands resting on his shoulders metaphorically burned his skin.

"this is hard to say..." jisung stated.

"jisung..."

"i'm trying to be straightforward and everything... but it's difficult."

"we have classes..."

"i like you."

chenle's eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

had jisung really said that?

"i have liked you for so long, chenle. i was too scared to tell you. at first i thought that i would keep silent, and let you do whatever you wanted, because what makes you happy makes me happy too. but with time going on, i realized that i hated seeing other people hanging around you. i wanted to be the only one. i wanted them to know that you're not anyone. you are my chenle, my best friend whom i have fallen for. that is why i am telling you all of this now, and why i'm asking you if you want to become my boyf- "

before he could finish, jisung was pulled down by his tie, and before he could realise what was happening, his lips collided with chenle's soft ones in an explosion of feelings.

chenle pulled away after a few seconds.

"you talk too much, ji." he said, with a wide smile and a fast-beating heart. "now let's go. we're going to be late."

jisung was still in a dazed state, allowing himself to be pulled by the wrist by chenle who had opened the door of their room and dragged him out.

"y-you didn't answer my question..." jisung said, waking up from his trance.

chenle stopped walking and turned around, looking at jisung with an eyebrow raised. "isn't the answer obvious?"

jisung blinked a few times, recalling the kiss they had shared a few seconds ago.

"w-well..."

jisung couldn't argue more as the older boy stepped to his side and got on his tippy-toes to drop a peck on his cheek.

"yes, park jisung. i'll gladly be your boyfriend."