I don’t want to go in…
Jaeyoon frowned as he stood in front of the student council room door. After lunch, having parted with Jinhoo who needed to go to the art room for a competition, he had dragged his heavy feet to arrive here. He could have just gone straight in, but his feet wouldn’t move, as if they were glued to the floor.
‘I just want to turn around and leave right now.’
As he was biting his lips anxiously, the student council room door opened, and Han Doyoon appeared.
“…!!”
Jaeyoon unconsciously took a step back. Doyoon’s red eyes widened as he noticed Jaeyoon, then curved horizontally.
“I thought you weren’t coming.”
“…I was just having some lunch first…”
“That’s a shame. I prepared a lunch box and was waiting for you, but now I’ll have to throw it all away.”
“Ah, that’s too bad…”
Fortunately. Jaeyoon swallowed the words that had risen to the tip of his tongue along with a sigh. Having a meal alone with you is something I never want to do again… Han Doyoon observed Jaeyoon’s awkward smile with an interested gaze before slightly turning his body.
“Let’s go inside.”
“Weren’t you about to go somewhere? If it’s urgent, you don’t need to worry about me.”
Please, I beg you!! But Jaeyoon’s hopes were ruthlessly crushed. Han Doyoon smiled sweetly, bent slightly at the waist, and whispered in Jaeyoon’s ear.
“When an important person who’s hard to contact comes by, what could be more urgent than that?”
So he’s been holding a grudge about me not answering his calls. Jaeyoon smiled bitterly and reluctantly entered the student council room.
On the student council room table sat a 7-tier lunch box with gold patterns engraved on a black background. What the hell, that’s intimidating… He’d only seen such things in dramas, never in real life. As Jaeyoon frowned, Han Doyoon, who had somehow moved next to him, spoke in a voice full of amusement.
“Our chef would be so happy that he used his skills to make this, but he’d be very sad to hear you didn’t even take a bite.”
“…The student council president ate it, so that’s enough.”
Han Doyoon smiled at the corners of his mouth at Jaeyoon’s words. Jaeyoon’s eyebrows furrowed at that meaningful smile. Surely not…?
“I didn’t eat because I was waiting for someone who didn’t come, but it turns out that person had already eaten.”
“You never said we would eat together.”
‘He keeps making these passive-aggressive comments…’
When Jaeyoon grimaced, Han Doyoon let out a small laugh. Go sit down. Nodding at Han Doyoon’s gesture pointing to a chair, Jaeyoon went to sit in the same seat he’d taken when he first visited the student council room.
“Will you have coffee again this time?”
“…Yes.”
Quietly watching Han Doyoon’s back as he expertly prepared coffee, Jaeyoon slid his gaze to the 7-tier lunch box commanding attention at one side of the table.
‘I wonder if there’s something like lobster inside?’
“Curious?”
“What?”
“You were staring at it with such a focused expression. Perhaps you’re still hungry?”
Han Doyoon asked in a voice full of amusement as he placed the coffee on the table.
‘What’s going on? It’s clearly not meant to be antagonistic, but why does it sound like he’s asking “Piggy, are you still hungry?” Is it just my mood?’
I’m full, Jaeyoon answered in a sulky voice as he picked up the cup in front of him and drank the coffee. As the sweet liquid entered his mouth, his irritated mood subsided a little. Han Doyoon quietly observed Jaeyoon sipping coffee with a relaxed expression, and smiled at the corners of his mouth.
He approached the lunch box and pulled out the bottom tier of the 7-tier lunch box. What is he doing? As Jaeyoon watched him with a puzzled expression, Han Doyoon brought a snow-white plate and transferred a chocolate cake from the lunch box onto it. Then he handed the plate to Jaeyoon.
“…I told you I’m full.”
“Please eat it. If I take it back like this, our house patissier will be sad.”
Jaeyoon reluctantly picked up a fork and took a bite of the cake. It tastes good. If I weren’t eating it with him, it would probably taste even better… Jaeyoon felt like he was going to choke on the cake with Han Doyoon staring at him so intensely while smiling brightly. Haah, Jaeyoon let out a small sigh and put down his fork, prompting Han Doyoon to ask with confusion.
“What’s wrong? Doesn’t it taste good?”
“No, it tastes fine. More importantly, why did you call me here? Surely you didn’t call me just to eat a meal…”
“Why do you think that’s not the case?”
Jaeyoon’s expression crumpled. Are you kidding me? As Jaeyoon’s face conveyed this message, Han Doyoon burst into a small laugh. He sat cross-legged in the student council president’s seat, slightly away from the table. Resting his chin on his arm propped on the desk, he fixed his gaze on Jaeyoon. Jaeyoon’s brow furrowed at the eyes staring directly at him.
“If you have something to say, please say it.”
“Will you go out with me?”
“…What?”
What did I just hear? Jaeyoon’s eyes widened. He looked at Han Doyoon to confirm if he had heard correctly. In response, Han Doyoon’s red eyes that met his gaze curved narrowly.
“…Are you joking?”
“No, I’m serious.”
What do you mean serious? Jaeyoon pressed his throbbing temple. A sigh escaped naturally. Narrowing his eyes, he brushed back his bangs and spoke.
“What about Kim Yeonwoo, and you want to date me? What, are you trying to cheat on him?”
“Pfft…!”
Han Doyoon suddenly burst into laughter. Seeing him laugh with his shoulders shaking, Jaeyoon felt the blood draining from his head. He’s laughing? Was he just playing with me? Jaeyoon’s teeth clenched. If this were the real Lee Jaeyoon, if it were him, how would he have reacted? He didn’t even want to imagine it.
BANG-!!
Jaeyoon slammed the desk hard with both hands and stood up.
“I’m sorry, but my answer to your confession is no.”
As Jaeyoon turned around to leave the student council room, his expression crumpled as he felt a hand grab his wrist. Turning his head to look at Han Doyoon, a low, sinking voice flowed from Jaeyoon’s mouth.
“Would you let go?”
“Why are you so upset?”
“I’m not upset.”
“Yes, you are.”
His expression naturally crumpled at the voice whispering softly in his ear. Jaeyoon roughly shook off the hand holding his wrist and looked directly into Han Doyoon’s eyes as he spoke.
“Would you stop doing this? I’m already dealing with enough trouble from misunderstandings.”
“You mean this trouble?”
Rip. Han Doyoon tore off the bandage that was on Jaeyoon’s cheek. Ugh, a groan involuntarily escaped Jaeyoon’s lips. As he grabbed his throbbing cheek with his hand, the red eyes narrowed. After removing Jaeyoon’s hand from his cheek, he stared at the wound with a slightly lowered gaze.
“They scratched you properly. It might leave a scar if you’re not careful.”
“…How did you know who did this? Were you watching me?”
“Do I look like a stalker who would secretly spy on people?”
“Then, how…?”
“Just a guess.”
Because you’ve looked unwell these past few days. Han Doyoon’s voice contained no emotion as he said this. Jaeyoon’s brow furrowed at the voice that gave no indication that he was talking about someone he liked.
‘What is this sense of dissonance I’ve been feeling…?’
“I’ll contact your doctor to have your wound treated.”
“No thanks. I’ll take care of it myself, so don’t worry about it. Lunch break is almost over, so I’ll be going back now.”
It was a polite rejection. Han Doyoon, who had been quietly watching Jaeyoon, wrapped his arm around Jaeyoon’s waist and grabbed his chin with his hand. Just as Jaeyoon was about to get angry and ask what he was doing, he quickly raised his hand to block Han Doyoon’s approaching lips. His blue eyes trembled in surprise.
Rough breaths burst from his startled mouth. He frowned at Han Doyoon with an incredulous expression. After looking down at Jaeyoon for a moment, Han Doyoon licked the hand blocking his mouth with his tongue. Feeling the hot, moist sensation on his palm, Jaeyoon removed his hand in shock. And without missing that moment, Han Doyoon lowered his head toward Jaeyoon.
“…This is too embarrassing for me.”
“If you know that, then back off a bit.”
Han Doyoon’s lips curved as he quietly observed Jaeyoon, who had turned his head to the side. He buried his head in Jaeyoon’s neck. And before Jaeyoon could react, he bit his neck hard.
“Ugh-!”
A pained groan escaped Jaeyoon’s lips. He tried to push Han Doyoon away, but due to the difference in their builds, Han Doyoon didn’t budge no matter how hard Jaeyoon tried. A strange light flickered in Han Doyoon’s eyes as he saw red droplets of blood oozing from the snow-white neck. After licking the wound with his tongue, he brought his lips to it and sucked.
This bastard-!?
Jaeyoon’s hand grabbed Han Doyoon’s tie. Pulling it with all his might and tightening it around the neck, a groan escaped Han Doyoon’s lips. Not missing the moment when Han Doyoon pulled away from his neck, Jaeyoon punched him hard in the face.
Jaeyoon clicked his tongue as he watched Han Doyoon clutch his face and back away. Since his possession, he had missed his original body many times, but never more than now. How much could it hurt to hit with all his might in Lee Jaeyoon’s body?
Han Doyoon smiled, pulling up his lips as Jaeyoon looked at him with a cold gaze. Blood flowed down his split lip. Jaeyoon’s expression crumpled at the unpleasant sight.
“What are you trying to do?”
“I’m trying to mark someone I like, is there a problem with that?”
“Like? Who likes whom?”
Han Doyoon took a step closer to him and pointed at Jaeyoon with his finger.
“I like you.”
Jaeyoon’s eyes narrowed at Han Doyoon’s brazen smile.
“Stop talking nonsense and take proper care of Kim Yeonwoo. And stop bothering me.”
Han Doyoon laughed at Jaeyoon’s words. Is it funny? Am I amusing to you? At the utterly cold voice, Han Doyoon stopped laughing and looked at him. Then he smiled at the corners of his mouth.
“You always bring up Kim Yeonwoo. Are you that concerned about him?”
At the amused voice, Jaeyoon let out a deep sigh. The problem was trying to have a normal conversation with someone who always thought from his own perspective. Brushing back his bangs, he grabbed Han Doyoon’s tie. Then, looking directly at the face that had come close, he opened his mouth.
“I don’t like you. And I have a boyfriend. So if you do this kind of thing one more time, you’ll really be in trouble, understand?”
If you understand, don’t contact me again, Han Doyoon. Jaeyoon roughly released the tie and turned around. Just as he approached the door with heavy steps and turned the handle, a hand reached out from behind and grabbed the back of his neck.
‘He doesn’t seem to understand words.’
Just as Jaeyoon was about to elbow him in the side, Han Doyoon’s voice was heard.
“Then I’ll have to steal you.”
“What?”
As Jaeyoon turned around with an incredulous expression, Han Doyoon smiled with his usual relaxed smile.
“You’re just mistaking that you like that guy. I guarantee, you’ll come back to me soon.”
Jaeyoon looked at Han Doyoon, who was smiling with blood at the corners of his mouth, with a disgusted expression.
Crazy bastard.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
Yeah, crazy bastard