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Cheol sat nose-deep into his physics book in one of the tables at the library. It was relatively empty—just him and his mountains of books and notes piled up around him. With his glasses slowly slipping down the bridge of his nose and the sleeves of his black hoodie rolled up to his elbows, he had spent hours scribbling on his notebook, diligently writing down formulas and drawing diagrams.
The soft rustle of paper echoed in the empty space as he turned his book while he chewed on the tip of his pen, and then—
“You look pretty hot while doing quantum physics,” a teasing voice said suddenly from across the table. Cheol supposed that he was too distracted with his studies to ever hear someone approaching his “fort”.
Cheol suddenly jumped in his seat, his knee bumping at the table, sending his highlighter rolling toward the intruder who was standing right across from Cheol.
Cheol’s eyes slowly trailed up from his highlighter to the stranger’s black slacks which hugged his waist tightly, his crisp white shirt which was half unbuttoned, to the exposed skin of his chest and neck, and ultimately to his angelic face framed by golden locks.
He was all parts angelic , to say the least.
Cheol gaped for a split second before catching himself as the intruder smirked at him.
“I, uh…I don’t do quantum physics,” Cheol stammered, adjusting the glasses on his nose.
Jeonghan reached over the desk, picked up the highlighter and twirled it between his fingers. “Well, whatever kind of physics it is you’re doing, it’s hella sexy.”
“T–thanks…I guess. Can I have my highlighter back, please?”
The stranger smiled at him and handed him the thing, never missing the chance to graze Cheol’s hand slightly.
“I’m Yoon Jeonghan, by the way,” he said, smiling a charming smile that Cheol definitely didn’t find pretty. (He did.)
Cheol blinked up at Jeonghan, slowly, “Aren’t you the one who won that citywide beauty contest last month?”
“The one and only,” Jeonghan said, flipping his hair over his shoulder. “So back to you, sexy genius.”
“I—uh—what about me?” Cheol stuttered, putting the cap back on his highlighter.
“Nothing and everything. You just make studying look hot…Must be the glasses or that messy hair of yours.”
“I’m not hot.”
“Sure, you are,“ Jeonghan said way too abruptly. “What’s your name?”
“Choi Seungcheol…” Cheol looked at him head-on, trying hard not to cave in on himself.
“Hi, Seungcheol,” Jeonghan smiled easily, prettily. “Do you do tutorials? Because I really need a tutor.”
“I do. But only if you’re serious about studying. I, uh, don’t have time for distractions,” Cheol muttered, trying to regain a little dignity as he was sure his voice sounded shaky.
“I am! I just don’t look like it. But you can quiz me all you want,” Jeonghan’s smirk was back on his face again, this time more mischievous. “I gotta warn you though, I get easily distracted. So you might have to think of ways to keep my attention on you.”
Cheol blinked, unable to think of how to reply. Then, he swallowed nervously and wished that the shelves behind him could fall over and bury him under the books, away from Jeonghan’s beautiful, sharp eyes.
Jeonghan straightened, clearly enjoying watching Cheol scramble for something to say, something to do.
“Can I have your number so we can discuss your terms better?” the blond said, one hand tucking his long hair behind his ear while the other fished out the phone from his pocket and handed it to Cheol.
Gingerly, Cheol took the thing and dialed his number before handing it back to Jeonghan.
“Awesome,” Jeonghan said, peering down at the digits before saving them. “I’ll save you as Captain Kirk.”
Cheol was caught by absolute surprise. Suddenly his geek instincts kicked in, and he said way too loudly, “You know Star Trek?”
“Of course, I do,” Jeonghan replied, pocketing his phone once again. “I’m not an uncultured swine, you know.”
“Oh. Of course not. I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s fine, sweetie. I get that a lot,” Jeonghan winked. “Besides, it’s not always that a pretty babe like me’s into nerd core.”
Cheol looked up and stared at Jeonghan’s face—the way his eyes seemed to glimmer under the fluorescent lights of the library, the way his lips curled into a cocky smirk, and the way his cheeks were dusted with a natural shade of pink—and realized that he actually was, in fact, A BABE.
Cheol had to look away, lest his nose bled from just staring at such a divine beauty with the attitude to boot.
“Right, uh…” he said meekly, looking down at his damn highlighter. “I hope Friday night’s good for you, because that’s the only time I don’t have extracurricular activities.”
“Oooh…smart and hard working, huh? Just exactly my type,” Jeonghan leaned closer, one hand braced on the desk, his eyes fixed on Cheol’s flushed face. “Usually I’d be out partying on Fridays but I’m willing to change that for you.”
“Grool—I mean great and cool. I meant to say great but I also wanted to say cool—”
Jeonghan giggled, absolutely giggled at the way Cheol scrambled. And Cheol? Well, forget the bookshelves falling down—he wanted the ground to split open and swallow him whole instead.
“You’re so cute,” Jeonghan said after his fit of laughter faded. “You’re so hot, so smart and so cute. Ah, I won the jackpot.”
“You what?” Cheol began to say but Jeonghan was already straightening up and slowly backing away.
“I have class in ten. I’ll just text you, okay? I’ll see you on Friday night, babe!”
And with that, Jeonghan waved and rushed out of the library, leaving Cheol dumbfounded and wondering if that scene actually occurred or if he was hallucinating from studying for hours.
Suddenly, Cheol found it difficult to focus on his smarty-pants diagrams.
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True to Jeonghan’s words, they did meet that Friday night after discussing over text about the arrangement of the tutoring sessions. Surprisingly enough, they easily fell into an agreement.
So, there they were at Jeonghan’s dorm room, which was spacious and private as he didn’t have a roommate. The boy had been thoughtful enough to buy snacks in case any of them got hungry while studying, and Cheol greatly appreciated that—being one that enjoyed munching as he came up with formulas.
When Cheol first stepped into Jeonghan’s room, there was the initial awkwardness, mostly from Cheol’s side, but then—thanks to Jeonghan’s companionability—they easily fell into small talk. Jeonghan talked about his classes and upcoming exams, explaining why he had to immediately book Cheol as he would be busy in the upcoming week.
They talked easily until they got to a point where the subject of tutoring Jeonghan was slowly forgotten.
Soon, they moved on to topics like videogames, favorite films, Star Trek and hobbies. Jeonghan soon found out that aside from physics, Cheol loved music and was greatly invested in production.
“That’s nice,” Jeonghan said. “I kind of sing, too.”
And with that, Jeonghan played Cheol some of his voice recordings—something he hadn’t done for anyone before.
Needless to say, Cheol was amazed. Not only did Jeonghan look like an angel, he sounded just like one, too.
Eventually, though, they had to return to Jeonghan’s physics lessons. Jeonghan wasn’t as terrible at the subject as he made himself out to be, and Cheol’s encouragement gave him a semblance of confidence.
At one point, as Cheol pointed at the next equation Jeonghan was supposed to answer, their fingers brushed and the touch sent electricity shooting down CHeol’s toes. Meanwhile Jeonghan took note of how Cheol’s hands were elegant and long. Especially long. He felt his insides warm up instantly.
“Done!” Jeonghan said eventually, having finished all of the questions Cheol prepared for him.
“That was quick,” Cheol said, checking each of Jeonghan’s answers, which all ended to be correct. “You’re kidding. You don’t need a tutor, do you?”
“What do you mean? Of course, I do!” Jeonghan blinked at him slowly, tilting his head to the side like a cute little bunny, but Cheol wasn’t going to tell him that.
“Well, it’s all correct. I don’t think you need me, really.”
“On the contrary,” Jeonghan leaned forward on the desk, propping his chin in his hand so that he was in Cheol’s space. He looked at the boy from under his lashes—oh he knew he looked good—and muttered, “I think I really, really, need you, Cheollie.”
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The next time Jeonghan and Cheol met was on Monday night as the blond insisted that he really needed the session before an upcoming major exam.
When Jeonghan opened the door to his dorm room, Cheol gulped—the boy had on very short shorts and a green Star Trek shirt which stopped at his navel.
Dangerous , Cheol thought, really darn dangerous, Captain Kirk.
Cheol took a seat at Jeonghan’s desk and found that he had done most of the work Cheol had left him last Friday night.
“So what do you think?” Jeonghan asked, setting himself down beside Cheol. Way too closely.
Cheol tried to focus on the papers and not at the way Jeonghan seemed to lean into his space. Not in the way Jeonghan smelled like sweet cherries and vanilla. Not in the way Jeonghan’s lips looked extra glossy and plump that night.
“You’re all good,” Cheol said instead. “You picked up the formulas very well.”
“Am I a good boy, Cheollie?” Jeonghan asked slyly, his voice a mix of sweet mischief and…seduction?
“Yes,” Cheol answered stiffly.
“Aww…come on, say it,” Jeonghan insisted, grabbing Cheol’s arm and shaking him gently. “Tell me I’m a good boy.”
Cheol internally held his arms up to Heaven, praying to Jesus and all the saints to give him strength, to give him some semblance of patience and composure as he looked back at Jeonghan’s insanely beautiful face.
“You—uh…you’re a good boy…H–hannie.”
Jeonghan screeched, absolutely screeched like a schoolgirl, as he giddily pulled at Cheol’s arm.
“Thank you!” he sing-songed as he preened. “I’ll do even better this time!”
And Cheol? Well, his soul was very close to leaving his body.
But then he soon decided that staring at Jeonghan’s lips and trying hard not to sneak a look at his exposed navel wasn’t going to take their study session further. So, he pulled out his thick physics book out of his backpack and began actually tutoring like he was meant to do.
About an hour had passed and Jeonghan found himself beginning to get antsy. He propped his chin on his hand and looked at Cheol intently, silently.
“Uh…what’s the matter?” Cheol stuttered, putting a hand to his cheek self-consciously. “Is there something on my face?
Jeonghan shook his head gently. “Nothing…Just…are you familiar with anatomy?”
It was sleazy, Jeonghan knew, but the way he said it made Cheol’s heart stutter and made his fingers lose their hold on his pen, sending it rolling down. The sound of it hitting the floor resounded in the suddenly-too-quiet room.
Cheol gulped.
This is it, isn’t it? He asked himself, even his mental voice sounded shaky.
“Y–yes…” he said lowly, voice small and a tad bit unsure.
Jeonghan smiled at him widely, a certain spark shining in his pretty eyes.
Cheol wasn’t sure who started it but in a flash their lips were crushed against each other. Hard.
All too suddenly, Jeonghan’s hands were fisted in Cheol’s hair while Cheol’s hands were gripping Jeonghan’s waist tightly.
Jeonghan was beautiful, absolutely sexy and everything Cheol never knew he wanted. In an instant Jeonghan was on his lap, grinding down on him oh so hotly.
“To boldy go,” Jeonghan murmured under his breath against Cheol’s mouth, leaning into his touch and allowing himself to completely let go.
Without a doubt, Jeonghan knew how to fuck. And Cheol was so turned on by that.
It wasn’t long until Cheol was kissing him back just as ardently. And it definitely wasn’t long until they fell into Jeonghan’ bed and made love until Cheol’s dorm curfew.
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The following semester…
It was the university’s opening week and both the faculty and student body were busy with the club fair where new students were to choose and apply for the club they wanted to be a member of.
It was midday at the school lawn and Cheol was sweating profusely as he adjusted the Astronomy Club’s sign on a foldable table. A laptop was open on top of it showing a star chart simulation, along with a few pamphlets and a bowl of candy to lure in the freshmen.
Cheol was wiping sweat from his brows when suddenly someone appeared at their booth and immediately busied himself with poking through the candy bowl.
Jeonghan , in all his blonde beauty with his sunglasses pushed up on his head.
“Hey, Cheollie,” he said, picking up a lollipop from the bowl and unwrapping it. “How’s the recruitment going?”
“What are you doing here?” Cheol said, surprised.
Jeonghan hummed as he popped the lollipop into his mouth. And when he pulled it out, Cheol didn’t miss the way it made a popping sound around Jeonghan’s supple, pink lips. He gaped—but just a little bit.
“Hmm. I guess I want a private tour of the stars,” Jeonghan said, holding the damn lollipop in his dainty fingers.
“S–so you’re interested in the astronomy club?” Cheol stuttered. No matter how long they’ve been having “tutorial sessions” together, the blond never failed to make him quiver and get all shaken up.
“Not really,” Jeonghan said off-handedly. Then he perched a hand on the foldable table, getting into Cheol’s face. “But…I’m interested in the guy who runs it.”
Cheol’s brain short-circuited, to say the least. “I—uh—it’s—I’m not the president. Actually, we don’t have a president, really—”
Jeonghan giggled, leaning away and sticking the lollipop back into his glossy mouth before letting it go with another pop. “Relax, Cheollie. I just think it’s cute when you explain sciencey stuff like you‘re not the hottest person around campus.”
“I–I’m not,” Cheol said.
Jeonghan scoffed lightly then smirked. “Exactly what the hottest campus guy would say. So…how about it, hot stuff? You, me and stars?”
Cheol tried—really tried—to be professional. He even tried to explain what the star chart was for yet his words failed him until, finally, he said, “Fine, Jeonghan. This Friday afternoon. Observatory’s rooftop.”
Jeonghan smiled teasingly, his eyes instantly glinting with mischief. “Is this part of the club’s activity?”
“Nope,” Cheol said with a tired but fond sigh. “It’s a date.”
Jeonghan beamed like he won the grand prize. “Grool! Pick me up at five, baby.”
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Cheol’s room was in complete darkness save for the light coming from his laptop screen. He had on his earphones as he yelled at the other players on his team, his voice low and passionate.
“Turn left, Wonwoo! Turn left—not that left—oh dammit!” he muttered, his fingers flying about the keyboard as he very nearly smashed the keys.
Beside him was a forgotten cup of instant ramyeon and half-eaten gimbap. “Oh, God. you guys are hopeless!” he muttered once again, adjusting the glasses perched on his nose.
Cheol was too engrossed in the game, too distracted, to ever notice the opening and closing of the door behind him and the sound of heeled boots stepping into his room.
“Wow…that’s hot,” suddenly came a voice from behind him, sending Cheol jumping in his seat.
“You have been slain,” the game said, too loudly in Cheol’s ear.
Yanking the headphones off his head, Cheol turned in his seat to face the intruder.
“Jeonghan,” he said, voice rising just a tad bit. “What’re you doing here?”
Jeonghan leaned over his shoulder to gaze at the laptop screen. “I see you’re playing again, huh? That why you weren’t replying to me?”
“I–we were doing ranks,” Cheol sputtered, blushing to his ears at the sudden proximity of the blond’s face.
Jeonghan tsked. “Bad Cheollie. Didn’t you know I’ve been waiting for your messages all afternoon?”
“Sorry…I got way into the game, I didn’t notice the time.”
“You’re forgiven.” Jeonghan straightened, and Cheol missed his scent already.
“What are you doing here anyway?”
Jeonghan stalked close to Cheol’s bed and casually sat at the foot of it, one leg over the other. “Class got canceled and now I have too much on my hands.”
“Why didn’t you just do the homework I gave you?”
“Did all of them last night. Now, I’m bored.”
Cheol got up from his seat and stretched like a cat, his oversized hoodie riding up his body and exposing his toned stomach, all for Jeonghan to see.
And boy did Jeonghan appreciate it.
Noticing that the other’s eyes were glued to his abdomen, Cheol immediately set his arms back to his sides and raised an inquisitive brow at Jeonghan.
“Sorry. Just admiring the view,” Jeonghan said, not sorry at all. “You know you should stream with a camera on. I bet the other p[layers would appreciate you more.”
“Wait—how do you know I stream?”
Jeonghan shrugged. “I watch ‘em. Only for the plot, though.”
“Right. Of course,” Cheol rolled his eyes, yet he undeniably felt fondness hit him.
Jeonghan braced himself on his hands behind him and his loose shirt slid down just a fraction, enough to expose his collarbones. Cheol didn’t miss the remnants of a bitemark on his left collarbone and, instantly, he felt himself flush.
“What you lookin’ at, commander?” Jeonghan grinned, a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Nothing…just…” Cheol motioned at the general direction of Jeonghan’s exposed skin and the blond looked down.
“Ah,” he said. “Didn’t bother putting concealer over it. Kinda wanted to show it off.”
“You’re shameless.”
“Nope,” Jeonghan waggled his eyebrows. “I’m yours.”
“I–-I—” Cheol mumbled, definitely not knowing what to say or what to do next.
Jeonghan giggled at him, finding him absolutely adorable. Charming.
“So,” he said when his giggles died down. “Are you free now, baby? I could use some tutoring.”
“You’ve caught up to our lessons yesterday.”
“Hmm. How about you teach me about gaming instead? Or whatever we can do so you can boss me around, too.”
Jeonghan leaned further down on the bed, almost lying on it, while his eyes never left Cheol’s.
Cheol made a strangled noise. “I…I guess I could have you t–tutoring me instead.”
“Oh, I’m totally up for that.” The glint in Jeonghan’s eyes grew brighter as he smiled like a mischievous cheshire cat. “What do you want to learn this time? Doggy-style? Reverse cowboy? Sixty-nine—”
“Jeonghan!” Cheol flushed at the other’s brazenness, yet he couldn’t find it in himself to truly be annoyed.
Jeonghan merely laughed, the sound bright and brilliant to Cheol’s ears. “Just kidding. Now sit on the bed while I get on my knees.”