STUDENT LOUNGE

@〈 ST 〉Zhang Yixing All this running, really. He's so relieved when the people he's chasing... come to him.

That's not exactly the case, however, since the short brunette had discovered this person's presence not too far from his dorm. Actually, meters away since he was sitting silently amongst a scatter of papers in the school lounge, awaiting for the next bell for class to ring. Lucky for Baekhyun, it's not that hard to miss Yixing. Although he looks like the rest of the stereotypical hipsters in this godforsaken university, it's specifically the tacky, purple- headphones that catches and blinds Baekhyun's eyes. More than half of their conversations consist of Baekhyun's attempts of talking him out of it and to select a more /subtler/ color, though right now he doesn't need Yixing walking out on him when he needs him the most. For the entire week, Baekhyun has been on this cat and mouse chase with this particular upperclassman and it's intriguing the measures someone would take to avoid him at every possible direction. But because Yixing isn't quite aware that his morning class got delayed, he wastes no time to fling himself towards the latter out of pure desperation.

"Why, isn't it my favorite person?" Baekhyun pipes in, his hand lashing out to harshly glide his fingers through the boy's dark locks before sliding onto the empty space beside Yixing without any sort or form of permission to suddenly violate him and his privacy. It's not like he'll take no for an answer anyway.

"How's your day?" Baekhyun asks sweetly, giving a smile that drops as fast as it appeared. "Nevermind, I don't care. I've had a rough week, you know?" he starts, making sure to interject anything coming from the opposing party. "There's that debate I have this weekend. Of course I can't prepare it with that date I have tomorrow, and I have to make a ten minute speech with limits." He lets out an exasperated sigh, ruffling his own hair before proceeding an unwanted list of his everyday stress. "Plus, I volunteered to show a lovely presentation on Monday about legalizing medical . Specifically around the proximity of these school grounds but we'll see." He grins brightly, feigning innocence before creeping up to the topic as to why he's actually here.

"Oh, and there's that essay on the Danzon No.2 performance. I'm sure you already did it because I mean, you're in second year. Super hard." He coughs not too realistically. "I'm flattered they think I'm up to it, but music theory is not my strongest suit. Luckily, we have an ace of spades among us," he gives the boy a pointed look, "Isn't that right, Yixing?" He flashes his infamous -eating smile, and although it appears to mean no harm, it roughly translates to 'be in debt to me so you can give me your soul in the future'-- recalling a similar event that occurred last week.

("God damn it, Baekhyun. I said /no/."

In front of him, sits a lanky freshman, the dark circles under his opaque eyes showing no less than 10 hours of typing up the remains of a political research paper while running solely on several cups of coffee that's enough to refill Starbucks' inventory. In contrast to this, those 10 hours for Baekhyun was well spent on sleeping it out and not typing a single word. Purposely, he didn't even take a glance at the assignment.

Baekhyun lets out a cry of protest, "But come on! We have forty-five minutes until the next class rolls around. You can't do this to me--"

The latter scoffs, wiry hands clutching harder over Baekhyun's only source of assistance in this. "And why not?"

"Because you love me."

At that moment, he abruptly stands up and turns to leave before Baekhyun snatches at his wrist to hiss at him, "And because I dated that girl you tried to get away from in eleventh grade. Don't tell me you forgot that because I lost a great deal of time and value to her 'talents' for you."

A few beats pass. "You make a good point.")

It's all about negotiation. Nothing is gained or lost, and Baekhyun was always good of persuading it to work more in his favor. This was no different because he knows Yixing is diligent. He has no /choice/ but to be diligent-- not with what he has for a yearly income and from what Baekhyun's heard about the rumors, the kid is hanging by the skin of his teeth. Lucky enough with this vigor for knowledge-- something Baekhyun can never quite retain, Yixing'll have no choice.

"In exchange for this much needed information, I'll give you the opportunity for free generous advice for the rest of the year. And hey, this one is on the house." He cracks his knuckles and leans over too close for comfort, loosely grasping the boy's clothes before staring directly at the latter, eyes boring into the other's before tapping twice at his shoulder. "Your cardigan. Pay attention. You look like Yoo Taeyoon from the eighth grade school choir. It's inside out." He looks down again. "Here's a bonus. You're a spring, not an autumn. Stop wearing olive."

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@〈 ST 〉Kim Jongin A surprised gasp escaped from Luhans lips when Jongin pulled him closer, his heart nearly stopping from the intial shock. But he relaxed pretty quickly, melting into the younger mans embrace as he placed his hands on Jongins chest, curling his fingers around the back of his neck loosely. "r-really? All day you've wanted me?" Luhan asked, voice almost child-like and there was a tone of naivety that even he heard. Sure, there was a large chance that Jongin was just saying it to please Luhan(and by god, did it work) but he still liked the idea that Jongin, if he actually meant it, that Jongin had wanted Luhan.

The arousal swirling around his stomach was, slowly but surely, eating away at the embarrassment and shame he had felt just a few seconds earlier, the heat leaving his cheeks and blood rushing elsewhere. He let out another gasp, but not out of surprise, when his top was lifted, the cool air hitting his flat stomach. "daddy.." Luhan mumbled, lips forming an innocent pout and he fluttered his eyelashes prettily, wanting to get some sort of reaction from Jongin "of course, i've been good, daddy, so.. does that mean i get a reward?" he cooed softly, playing with one of Jongins curls with one hand and running his free hand up and down Jongins toned chest, enjoying the feel of his muscles through his short immensely.

[this is a tad short, i'm sorry ;;]

@〈 ST 〉Kim Jongin Luhan quite enjoyed the peace and quiet of the student lounge, especially when he was all alone, like now. He didn't have to worry about anything other then what he was studying at the moment, making it easier for him to not get distracted. But even so, Luhan did find himself undeniably bored just reading Shakespear sonnets and plays for his acting course. However, if he didn't finish reading the last four plays by the end of the day, it was never going to get done. But he supposed that he could maybe take a short break, maybe read something other then outdated english or play one of the games on his phone or something of that nature.

He put down the play book, marking the page he was on and brought out his phone, flicking it onto the camera and looking at his image on the screen, fixing his fringe. Unable to help himself, Luhan took a quick glance around the room to make absolutely sure that he was alone before he took a selfie. He scrunched his nose up in distaste, looking at the selfie before deleting it. "why did i just do that?" he mumbled to himself, bringing up iBooks and reading the first novel on the list(some book called Hush, Hush).

Luhan vaguely heard the door to the student lounge open, completely immersed in his book. He didn't realise that someone was in the room until he felt a pair of hands slide down his chest, a pair of lips on the shell of his ear and a deepy, husky voice whispering in his ear. It was Jongin, or as Luhan liked to refer him as, Daddy. A bright red flush crept across his cheeks, a shiver going to down his spine and dropping his phone onto the pillow next to him, a squeak escaping from his lips. He could only thank his luck that they were alone but he knew that even if they weren't, his Daddy(Jongin) would still get him off one way or another. "Y-yes, L-Luhan would l-love to play with D-daddy~" he stammered quietly, turning his head slightly towards Jongin, a mixture of arousal and embarrasment burning in his stomach.

Embarrasment because Luhan was ashamed about how quickly Jongin had managed to turn him into a gooey mess of nerves and shyness with just one touch and a whisper. But the arousal was close to outweighing the embarassment because Jongin knew just how to push him the right way because of something the both of them knew.

Luhan was a complete and total submissive for Jongin.