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The first time he saw him, the skies weren’t painted with colourful fireworks nor was his heart palpitating at an abnormal speed like most romantic clichés would make it out to be. There was only genuine curiosity, a moment of wondering what the story behind the devastatingly ethereal boy was.
Now that he thought of it, there really wasn’t anything remotely romantic about their first encounter. No, it was quite the opposite really, with his arms snug around the petite waist of his then girlfriend of a solid year and the startled ashen blond on the ground with a sore ass and a spilled sugary drink.
The freshman didn’t know when things became so dull but hell it did.
He notices this as he guides his current girlfriend with a hand secured at the small of her back, walking along the open grounds of their university under the beating rays of the sun. The continuous chatter from the petite beside him has become uninteresting and her tugging on his sleeves has long lost its charm. Fuck, it’s so annoying.
Yuki was a lovely girl, well, at least that’s what she tells to herself when looking at her vanity mirror. Dating an heiress who was born with a silver spoon down her throat and had servants answer to her every ridiculous whim should have already been a glaring neon sign that things are not going to go well between the two of them. She’s a total pain in the ass. Always dressed in lavish clothes and donning the most glittering accessories that never failed to temporarily blind the young male; has a high-pitched laugh that sounds more like the wails of a dying goat and always always insisting to breathe the same air as Jeongguk 24/7. Right now is a prime example of that, with her clinging to his arms, french tips digging into his skin while she talks his ears off even though he’s pretty sure she had a Biochem class that started half an hour ago.
Now that he thought of it, he never would have went out with her if his parents weren’t insistent on meeting some daughter of a big shot company. But he guesses that his situation was not that bad. Hitting two birds with one stone, he supposes. Getting his parents temporarily off his back and boning one of the most sought out ‘It Girls’ in the entire campus.
Jeongguk wasn’t blind. He knew that Yuki was a keeper. Physically, his subconscious rudely adds. A sizeable chest, thinly sculpted waist and lengthy legs. Her ass is kinda flat. A tragedy really, considering that Jeon Jeongguk was a devoted ass man himself. Well, this doesn’t seem like a problem for all the other hormonial males around since Yuki remains at the top of the female section of “Hot shots of the Year”, a very questionable independent school publication that Jeongguk (un)fortunately finds himself in as well.
To put it simply, half of the male student body still thirst after her non-existent ass. That’s why it was no surprise when several pairs of eyes follow the sway of her hips a little too inappropriately and low whistles were heard from different sides of the area. Normally, Jeongguk would have planted his fists unto the face of the nearest person he sees involved in the blatant disrespect towards his girlfriend, or at least he would feel his blood simmer in his veins but right now he’s just numb.
Don’t get him wrong, Jeon Jeongguk was a nice boyfriend. He’s the kind of guy who would take someone out on extravagant dates, usually in a restaurant in one of the hotel chains owned by his father because standards. He would suit up, purchase a bouquet of three thousand dollar red roses delivered from different parts of the world and see to it that his date would have a lovely time. He does everything in the book. Holding hands, lending his jacket, leaving gentle kisses on the forehead and hands. He’s a perfect gentleman. Well, unless he’s in bed, but that’s an entirely different topic.
Having said that, he continues to keep silent as he ventures to the business management building where his next class is supposed to be. He sends a couple of glares along the way when he sees how some of the assholes start to make inappropriate gestures while looking at his girl, effectively shutting them up. Everyone knows that you should never mess with a Jeon. Well, unless you want you want to wake up broke with your parents unemployed and all your property boxed in a truck. Shivers go down his spine when he remembers the heart-wrenching pleads of that one newcomer who just so happened to ridicule the name of his family at the wrong place and time, with his brother just a few meters behind him.
The expensive cotton of his shirt was drenched, sticking to his skin uncomfortably. Added to the weight of Yuki hanging off of him, he can’t help but become slightly irritated. Seeing as his wet shirt leaves nothing to the imagination, he couldn’t help but be aware of the shameless ogling directed at him. Narcissism was never really one of his qualities, prompting his cheeks to burn at the unwanted attention.
The familiar building with pristinely white painted walls was finally in sight and Jeongguk visibly lightens up, taking larger strides and slightly dragging the blond in his arms in the process. About five meters away from his destination, he hears his girlfriend’s horrified screeching and a loud thud effectively slowing him down.
“Oh my god!!,” she shrieks with what could possibly be the highest octave the human register has. Startled, he looks of to his side where he sees his girlfriend doing what it seems like an animal mating ritual. Jeongguk thinks it’s kind of funny how she was flailing her arm around like she was trying to get rid of an invisible leech. His amusement would be interrupted by a pained groan. Wait, she’s not hurt so that sound must have been-
Wow.
The young heir looks on in slight awe at the boy sprawled on the floor in front of him. A boy. A male. A very unusually pretty one.
The boy was around Jeongguk’s height, he notices as the other stood up to dust off the dirt from his soft cream sweater. He couldn’t help but let his eyes travel down the other’s body. Just sizing him up, it’s natural. They’re about the same build but the other was evidently way softer. His legs were long and nicely shaped and the little sliver of stomach that he saw a little while ago from when he was dusting himself off was mostly flat but still looks like it was squishy. A perfect area for leaving kisses and blowing raspberries. The cutest little beret was on his head, hiding the soft ashen blond locks that fell just above his almond shaped eyes. Fuck, his face. The boy was certainly easy on the eyes, the soft slope of his nose with a little mole at the tip and beautifully shaped lips which looks to have been glistening with gloss. Are those eyelashes real?! They’re so long holy fu-
“You!” the younger male can only look on as his girlfriend’s scarily long nails poke at the unknown male’s chest. A crowd was starting to form around them. Yuki’s horrid scream always did summon the gossipers. Jeongguk lets out a sigh when he sees the look on the petite woman’s face. Things are about to get ugly.
“Look at what you did to my nail! It’s broken now and I just fucking did it yesterday!” she says as she shoves her pinkie quite literally into the beautiful boy’s face. Jeongguk almost laughs at the look of disbelief the other male has.
“I…don’t see anything there,” he hadn’t expected the deep baritone that came out of the other’s rose-kissed lips but it kinda did suit him. The tone was deep but gentle, a voice that can lull him to sleep. An angelic voice for an angelic face. At the back of his mind, he wonders how the pretty boy would also sound when he’s being fucked into, how his vocals would climb octaves and be in pretty little staccatos.
Yuki turns to him and Jeongguk automatically straightens, strangely reminiscent of that one time when his math prof caught him cheating on their midterm examination. “Gukkie babe, he ruined it, right?” it was unnecessary for her to bat her extension lashes at him but Jeongguk’s used to her theatrics by now. The raven head squints his eyes and pretends to inspect her nails. There was nothing there, really. He just wanted to get some kind of reaction from the person less than two feet away from him. And if he thinks of wanting to spend some time a little longer ogling the other, then he just keeps that to himself.
“I really don’t see any damage done there, babe,” Jeongguk almost rolled his eyes at the exaggerated gasp of disbelief from the spoiled heiress. Her eyes scream betrayal but the male could really care no less. He really just wants to go to class. And maybe get the gorgeous boy’s number but that was left unsaid. There was a brief moment of tension where Yuki just stares at her exhausted boyfriend, hoping that he’ll help her embarrass the beautiful man who, by the way, was the one who fell down and spilled his five dollar cup of Vanilla French swirl. Surprise was evident on the male’s face when Yuki’s semi exposed breasts against his biceps as a last attempt of coaxing Jeongguk into her evil scheme.
“You’re lucky my Gukkie is kind.”
Said male would mentally laugh at that when his last thoughts of the departing boy was that he had such a nice perky fuckable ass.