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@ΝΓΤ ³ eunwoo。 /He doesn’t know whether it’s a simple attraction or an ephemeral moment in which his heart begins to beat faster yet ever since he’s caught glimpse of you he couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering around you, following your silhouette disappearing into the crowd of the campus. The cherubic ambiance ethereal features constituting every countenance you muster has him flustered, his breath caught momentarily and he wishes he could imprint your image in the back of his head vividly enough for him to recreate it in one of his paintings, his muse reaching zeniths when the succulence of your plush lips curls into the fetching smile. Although it’s a little pathetic of him, he is aware, to be so infatuated with the aesthetics of your existence, he doesn’t know who else to contact about his academic problems. Because despite the artistic feel he exudes, his skills only showcase themselves in the scientific field, the language barrier still prominent and bothersome enough to be on the verge of jeopardising his over-all good grades.
/There’s something about encountering you so privately making him simultaneously excited and nervous, causing him to take a few hits of intoxicating substance in favour of relaxing his otherwise tense muscles, legs carrying him towards the study room where you probably await him already. And jesus, when he sees you, he swears his heart skips a beat, thoughts oscillating helplessly around all the possible theories explaining how you can remain handsome whatever you do.
Hey. Thanks for helping me out.
/The fact that he doesn’t manage to stutter despite being obviously flustered is a victory itself, greeting you as casually as he can as the English book lands itself upon the table and he takes a seat next to you before remembering he must look unprofessional given the blonde dishevelled mess residing atop his head, slender fingers quickly combing the locks into place.

@ΝΓΤ ⁴ taeyong。 Zhengting wanted to complain, he wanted to express out that Taeyong really need go to the clinic and get his face treated and he was about to say so, he was literally about to drag the slightly older male out of this place and to the clinic even though he doesn’t have the slightest idea where the he is, but he thought he could somehow manage his way out without asking for Taeyong’s help. But before he could do any of that he was told to quiet down which was rather ridiculous considering that he was literally not saying a word or making a noise to start with. Soon after, his gaze followed Taeyong's and he was able to get an idea of what's happening. And to be completely honest, at that moment he was rather confident that they were going to get caught which meant he’s ed, it made his brain to start working hard trying to find excuses starting from their position, Taeyong's ed up face and last but not least the blood on the floor. It didn't really take a genius to figure out that a fight just happened in this place, and to Zhengting it would be rather unfair if he gets blamed for it when he was literally dragged here and forced into this mess. And he could only imagine how unfair it would be for Taeyong as well, since he was just trying to help him out.


It literally took nothing but a second for all those thoughts to vanish into thin air as if they didn't exist in the first place. And that would be called the magic of having such sweet plump lips as Taeyong's getting pressed on his own. Damn it, but the man was really a good kisser, which didn't come off as a surprise because let's face it if you get all the one night stands and the s Taeyong gets it would be a miracle if you can’t kiss the way he does. Zhengting knew that he should be rather afraid than excited at this moment, that his mind should be focusing on the incoming danger, but instead it was focusing on the leg that was pressed rather hard between his own legs, making it hard for him to quiet it down like he was asked. He had his hands into Taeyong’s hair pulling him closer rather desperately as he let his mouth be invaded by the uninvited wet bud which seemed to work its way through his mouth as if he has been doing it for years already.



A small hushed down by the kiss moan left his lips, as he urgently tightened his fingers around the already messy hair the touch being rough but at the same time he made sure to not pull on the red strands too much in case he makes the male go bald which is a not good thing for sure. His body seemed to start moving on its own as it slowly started grinding yet again, trying to get as much friction as he can get from the steady leg between his. He never thought he would be able to get this for just a mere kiss, but he has been proven wrong just now. At this moment, all kind of thoughts about them being caught and the close danger where nowhere to be found in his head, instead he just wanted to seek pleasure from Taeyong, and on the way even drag the male along with him into this pleasure mess.



His teeth started pulling on the already bruised lips from all the harsh kissing, they worked in an almost a rhyme movement, the sunk onto the flesh, pulled on it then his lips wrapped around the same area in an almost apologetic action from all the biting, but the whole cycle repeated again and again until he felt satisfied. His fingers slightly clawed on the bare skin at the back of Taeyong’s neck, as if he’s desperately asking for more, not giving a single if they get caught or not. It’s not like he would die if they happen to get caught anyways.

@ΝΓΤ ³ hyojong。 // really sorry it came so late! jsjsmxxjnx

my fingers tapped on the wood of the desk in a steady rhythm, the hum rumbling in my throat accompanying the beat as the tunes of the song playing in my ears wafted along in the atmosphere. funmy it is to think that kim hyojong, someone with decent grades and an altogether 'higher-than-average' academic life would seek help, but the i guess the other had cajoled me well enough for me to convince myself that it would be nice to spend time with someone from my frat. a small sigh escapes my lips as i waited for the other to come, pen twisting and twirling around my slender digits as i kept my gaze locked on the pile of textbooks lying in front of me, mind wandering free in places that exceeded the boundaries of the building.

with boredom already starting to nip at my skin, i start to sing along, now with coherent words, to the playlist i was listening to. my throat had already run dry, both from the anxiety of having to teach an attractive person from the same gender while trying to keep my cool, and also from the excitement of finally getting to known someone knew. my eyes traveled along the paragraphs in the textbook, diverting my attention every now and then to the door to check if the other has arrived yet. i kept my focus steady on the pile of books and my mouth busy with singing, shaking off the strongholds of boredom as i continued to wait for the blonde male.

@ΝΓΤ ¹ zhengting。 Their lips were interlocked in a kiss so bruising that it had his mind reel and spiral out of control into something he couldn't dare name for the fear that it might drive him to the edge of lunacy. There was something so undeniably tantalizing about Zhengting, something so alluring about his aura and essence that Taeyong couldn't seem to tear himself away despite the pain searing through his still, very much fresh wounds. Provided the only thing keeping their entangled forms out of view was the faculty buildings looming shadow, the redhead deemed the spot itself to be quite risky for them to be doing what they were. Then again, he wasn't in a state of mind to care or entertain the prospect of the consequences that might follow if they were to be caught − frankly, all he cared about was the petite male pressed against him, the scorching heat radiating from where their bodies touched, the metallic tinge waltzing across his palate, and that all too familiar heat beginning to pool down south. ", Taeyong." He welcomed the first signs of Zhengting breaking at the seams as he relished in just how sinful and dulcet the other sounded rasping out his name − the sheer need dripping from each syllable only causing his own want to strain almost painfully within the confines of his pants. "Shut up." Taeyong rebuts, tone having dropped several octaves as he regards Zhengting with a domineering gaze, intending to instill fear into the other, wanting him to experience the thrill and adrenaline through a feeling of being in danger.

"−" The profanity spills past his lips with an ease as effortless as breathing, the mere sensation of Zhengting grinding his hips against his crotch alone causing him to in a sharp intake of air. 'Not here, not here, ! Not here.' he repeats in his head like a mantra. He couldn't have them get into trouble for engaging in what the disciplinary committee deemed to be "Illicit activities.", and the fact he'd gotten into a brawl didn't actually aid his cause. The thoughts whirling in his mind has Taeyong exhale a breath he didn't know he was holding, and after sparing himself a few seconds to regain composure, the older meets Zhengting's gaze. "Forget it, I can patch it up myself." He retaliates carelessly, brushing it off for he was already far too accustomed to tending to his own injuries from the many fights he'd gotten himself into. His eyes flick downwards, drinking in the sight of Zhengting's lips tinted a hue of burgundy, swollen and slick with saliva. He devours the sight of the others hair a disheveled mess, the heat crawling up the column of his neck, dusting the contours of his cheeks and the tips of his ears. The lustful innocence of his vixen like smile only added fuel to the fire, served as the cherry on top and without his conscious permission did his fingers clutch onto Zhengting's waistline all the more tighter − the simple action speaking volumes as to what he was thinking at the moment.

Maybe he was crazy, an absolute lunatic for wanting to press on − even if he saw on of the disciplinary committee members rounding the corner, coming their way whilst wearing that usual stoic expression. Well . Then again, the shade did make it dark enough, and if they were quiet, /extremely quiet/, he assumed there'd be no way the would be discovered. Funny enough, the reasoning seemed more focused towards his yearnings instead of the situation at hand in his head. "For s sake" He mumbles under his breath, mostly to himself since he couldn't seem to believe that he was actually about to go with his intentions. In one swift movement, he shoves Zhengting back, using the momentum and hold he had on the other to switch their positions. "Quiet." Taeyong demands just seconds before he's capturing the youngers lips in another heated open mouthed kiss, tongue diving into Zhengting's mouth without as much as a warning as he conquers the new territory presented to him. He takes the initiative to wedge a knee in between the others legs and pin both his wrists on either side of his head as well, let's just say, as an extra precaution. Excuse number umpteenth.

Taeyong won't deny it, he's cruel for putting a student like Zhengting with a clean record in a treacherous situation like this, but then again, the latter practically signed up for it the day he agreed to be hazed by him. This was only the beginning of his trials. From the corner of his eye, he could see the officer nearing and in turn, he intended to make sure Zhengting remained silent, despite how his knee was already creating a gyrating motion against the others crotch, almost daring the younger to make a noise if he could. Confident in his abilities however, Taeyong refused to let that happen as he completely dominated over the other. With his lips crushed so rough against the others, he knew Zhengting would begin to feel the force of his advance, after all, Taeyong was practically pushing Zhengting's head further back into the wall. The kiss only escalated in urgency as the seconds ticked on by, his tongue was so deep in the others heated cavern and the osculate had become so sloppy, and so messy that he could feel saliva dribbling down the corner of Zhengting's mouth. He didn't want to give the other a break, at least not until the officer had passed them by and no, he certainly /wasn't/ being such a to Zhengting and coming full force for teasing him earlier.

@ΝΓΤ ⁴ taeyong。 Zhengting felt rather satisfied to the brim having caught THE Taeyong off guard like that. He can almost take pride in his actions. He could tell that anyone who may have witnessed the scene would be pretty much wondering what the is wrong with zhengting, but the thing is Zhengting really can't deny the attraction he feels towards the older male, and to see him pissed off the way he was minutes ago may have irrupted more than simple fear inside of him. So by now he'd sure of two things, first one was that Taeyong is more than capable of murder so he better keep him in check just in case, maybe even get that leash they talked about the other day. And the second thing would be a pissed off Taeyong could be the hottest thing he got to witness around here throughout his three years of college, heck maybe even throughout his whole life.

Eyes filled with pure lust, it suddenly turned to lost as the male practically broke the kiss not making it even last enough to say that he may be short of breath. The disappointment and the lost didn't last that much though, because it only took a mere second for the boy to crush them back together back to their earlier position, the only difference would be is that the man was now taking control over him instead of it being the other way around. He literally felt air being knocked out of his lungs at how demanding the kiss was. It was almost as if Taeyong was asking him to go down on his knees for him with just that one kiss, which he would ironically do if he's asked to, he would even roleplay as the latter's if that's what he's asked to do even though they're practically outside in an alley where anyone could walk on them in any given moment. Sure the place was hidden but it didn't mean that no one knew about it.

With teeth sunk into his lips, tongue pushed down his throat, the tug on his hair was all he needed for a needy moan to find it's way out if his lips. Zhengting practically pulled his body closer to the boy's which was close to impossible considering there's no more space between them, but he just had this bubble inside of his stomach demanding him for more, not even ask but straight out ordering him to seek more affection ", Taeyong" he groaned out in the kiss, his own fingers finding their way into the red locks. "You're such a ing tease" he knew exactly what the boy had in mind. He was teasing him, trying to test how long he would go to seek the pleasure he needs, how long he would last before he breaks down and just beg for more, but Zhengting wouldn't let him have that satisfaction easily, not with just a kiss after all.

Slightly grinding his body against the male's, he flicked his tongue against the latter's upper lip right where it was busted, sensing the lips getting slightly swollen from both kissing and the injury he has there. And just to be the tease he was, he pulled out of the kiss feeling the need to tease the boy, but at the same time needing to catch his breath for a second "You may need to see the clinic for that" he said rather breathlessly, smiling at Taeyong sheepishly.

@ΝΓΤ ¹ zhengting。 "If they did, I'd break every bone in their body before I'm done with em." There's a biting edge to his tone, one which easily conveys the weight of his sentiments and just how literally he means to do something if he wills himself to. "Tch, don't let just anyone drag you off. Whether you were caught off guard or not? doesn't matter. If I didn't get here in time, they'd have ed you up." He'd always been a straight-shooter and had a tendency to say whatever that came to mind simply for the sake of getting his point across (read: which often got him into trouble) but in this case, the severity behind his words merely expressed the concern he harbored towards the other. "Next time, call for me." Taeyong feels a wave of diffidence wash over his form at the brazenness of his remark, finding it strangely intimate as he lackadaisically glances to a side in attempts to mask his abashed demeanor. "If you call for me, I'll come." He adds in an absentminded mumble, reaching up to sheepishly rub his nape though his overall disposition had a seemingly nonchalant air about it. Then again, if the other were able to read in between the lines, it would be clear Taeyong had been fearful for the others safety the entire time, the what if's having presented the worst possibilities in his mind even though it was all over.

"You should be, I waited up for you. There /won't/ be a next time where something like this happens, got me?" He cants his head to a side before giving Zhengting a resolute look to enunciate his point, only because he couldn't guarantee the damage he could see himself inflicting if the same scenario repeated itself again. Especially not when it had caused such an eruption in his anger the one time it did happen. His eyes flutter to a close however, as slender digits weave through his strands, the fluid movement eliciting a contented sigh from him as he relishes in the tender caress. "Yeah, you are way outta their league." The comment draws a lighthearted chuckle from him as he replies, "But you're right in mine, and it pisses me off when people can't stay in their goddamn lanes y'know?" A glint of mischief and amusement dances within the depths of emerald spheres as his gaze meets Zhengting's once more. "Thanks for the observation Sherlock Holmes." Sarcasm meant to be in jest drips from his response as he offers the other a striking grin.

To say the youngers movement caught him off guard would be an understatement, and he found his spine already against the wall before he could catch his footing. "Yeah I figured as much..?" There's a hint of suspicion laced in his tone, and his statement almost sounds like a query with the way it falls from his lips so cautiously. He proved himself and his instincts to be right as Zhengting drew him in for a lip-lock. The others roseate brims were insanely plush against his own chapped pair, and despite the stinging sensation creeping along the wounded spot, Taeyong found himself craving for more than Zhengting was maybe willing to give. He could taste the blood, a metallic tinge in their kiss as a low groan erupts from the back of his throat. He straightens his posture to the best of his ability as one of his arms loop around others waist, pulling the him as close as it would physically allow. It was almost immediate the way he found himself wanting to take charge, and following that need, taeyong pulls away for a transient moment, breaking their kiss and leaving Zhengting a heartbeats worth of a moment to be confused before he's diving right back in − lips pushing against Zhengting's assertively, roughly, silently demanding submission.

His free hand reaches up and around the back of the youngers neck, rising up until lithe digits are threading through the silken locks at the back of Zhengting's head. Pearly whites sink into the others lower lip just moments before he offers the others hair an experimental tug, all while keeping a half lidded gaze on the others countenance to watch for any reaction. He admired the way Zhengting chased after his desires, and despite the want to feel that slick, wet tongue of his coiling against his own, Taeyong wanted to drag it out − have him wander the precipice between desperation and pride, have him choose one or the other before he himself caves into his cravings.

@ΝΓΤ ⁴ taeyong。 A long breath of relief left the pink parted lips as Taeyong seemed to come back to his senses and calm down ever so slightly. Zhengting could name more plots than his hands can count of how Taeyong could have ended up actually killing one of those guys. He could already imagine the bunch of both of them would be into especially Taeyong, the man would have ended up in prison just for standing up for him. That thought had a really heavy space on his mind and heart as realization came through. Taeyong was ready to kill, for him, because of him. That was slightly a bit to take at the moment, so Zhengting had to shake that idea away from his head. 'don't think about it, no need to think about it, it's all over now' he told himself as he watched the guys running away not believing they dared to glare even though they were almost beaten to death a minute ago. Those dudes are on a really new level of stupidity after all.

Attention turning back fully to the injured boy, the latter looked totally messed up after what happened minutes ago, and Zhengting couldn't believe that he's asking for him when he's the one clearly hurt. Shaking his head as his face was cupped, he let the older male check for any injuries "I'm fine Tae" he sighed out "They didn't do anything to me, they just talked a bunch of nonsense and you appeared even before they tried anything" explaining, he felt apologetic for having to drag Taeyong into his own mess like this "I'm sorry.....They caught me off guard and before I knew it I was dragged here" being this close he could totally see all the injuries Taeyong had from the fight. He could see the slightly busted lip and the scratched cheek from one of the guy's nails.

Smiling sheepishly, he shook his head at how the boy was acting like nothing happened as if he didn't just almost kill a dude and get his own self messed up in the process. "sorry for being late, I should have texted you as soon as tutoring was over......I literally almost slit my wrists there waiting for the session to be done" his fingers made their way through the latter's hair as the combed the wild red locks "I knew this was going to be a ty day from the moment I stepped a foot into that room, I just didn't expect those scums to have the balls to try to me, do you believe it? I'm like way out of their league anyways" he tried to lighten up the mood with his own jokes, his fingers still working their way through the latter's hair.

"I know you just saved me and I'm thankful for that, but you look , no offence intended" he slightly chuckled. Backing away, he pulled the male with him by the shirt until his own back hit the wall behind him that he was frozen in minutes ago. "You may need to get cleaned up first, that cut looks nasty" without much of a warning Zhengting went ahead and pulled Taehyung even closer to him before crushing their lips together. Clearly tasting the metallic blood in his mouth, he ignored it, wrapping his lips around the latter's upper lip which was the busted one and started to on it ever so slowly and sensually, more blood making its way to his mouth as he cleaned the cut in a not so appropriate way.

A sigh of satisfaction left the wet lips, as the pink wet bud made its way into Taeyong's own mouth, head tilting to side ever so slightly to deepen the kiss even a bit more. For now Zhengting was kind of rewarding Taeyong for being such a sweetheart and standing up for him that way even if it get him hurt in the way of doing so.

@ΝΓΤ ¹ zhengting。 The air surrounding the entirety of his form felt arid, the mere act of taking a breath burnt at his lungs and it clawed at the back of his throat following every strained intake of air. He'd long lost his rational sense of thinking, Taeyong could see nothing but red, the multiple hues of crimson having seeped into his line of vision throughout the scuffle until it was eventually all he could see. All he could entertain was the gratifying prospect of eliminating the filth he was currently beating the living daylights out of, and at certain points in time, he couldn't help but ponder over how much more satisfying it would be to see how those eyes of theirs widened in fear would look so much more serene, dead. "I'm going to kill you." He exhales in a low baritone, the deadly flicker in his eyes growing in silent intensity as a psychotic grin steals across his lips, canines on full display as he swings in for another punch. He didn't necessarily look his best, not after having taken a fair share of blows himself but then again, he wasn't going to entertain the concept of losing this fight, and from the looks of it, his opponents were beginning to come short in terms of strength as they eventually tired out.

The following moments unfurl in what seemed like the blink of an eye, and Taeyong finds himself mercilessly tossing the man who touched Zhengting to the ground by grabbing him by the neck as the other tried to make a hasty escape. "Where.. do you think you're going?" He queries, the eyes of the demon meeting with the others absolutely petrified pair. Taeyong crouches down, grabbing the man who barely had any strength left to stand by the front of his shirt, lifting him up. "I'm not done with you." Taeyong is bruised, but his condition fared better than his foes, and the sinister tone in his voice remained unwavering. He raises an already bloody fist in attempts to land another hit, and this time − he intended to break whatever that wasn't already broken on the others face, and if he were lucky, maybe the other would actually drop dead. He hoped so. "Die, er."

The rest of his envoy could only watch on, holding themselves in visible pain from the fight and fearfully bracing for the worst knowing they had no energy left to intervene. He'd won. However, just as he was about to instigate his final claim, a pair of arms twining around his waist had Taeyong pause mid movement. "Taeyong, stop!", "You're going to kill them for god's sake". It took him a good few seconds to register Zhengting's voice, and then some more before he could regain control over his senses and snap out of his blood-lust driven mania. An ephemeral silence falls upon all who were present, and after exhaling a quiet sigh, Taeyong lowers his fist before giving the man in question before him a rough shove, sending him stumbling a good few steps back. "Get lost." In spite of his defeat, the man dares to give Taeyong one last seething glare and it had the redhead bite right back. "I said. Get. Lost." With the way he sounded, the onlooking bystanders knew he wouldn't repeat himself, and so − in fear of his warning, the rest scurried to drag their friend away. The ferocity in his gaze remains as Taeyong watches the group of men and their fading backs, and akin to a predatory animal, he refused to tear his eyes away until they were well out of sight.

"You okay?" He finally breaks the silence between them, raising a hand up to wipe the traces of blood trickling down the corner of his busted lip. "They didn't touch you anywhere did they?" He adds, stern but gentle as he untangles both Zhenting's arms from his form so he could turn to face the other properly. "If they did−" He speaks to himself, words fading off as he gingerly cups Zhengting's face, angling it a good few ways in order to inspect and assure the other didn't have any scratches on him. "I'll have em meet their maker early." He finishes, shooting a vicious glare in the general direction the boys took though they were already long gone. Taeyong then leans back, shoving both hands into the safety of his pockets as he meets the others warm eyes with a quirked brow. "You're late." Despite him looking like an absolute wreck, all bloodied, bruised and exhausted − he spares Zhengting a debonair simper, the radiance and boyish charm emanating from his smile quite a contrast to his demeanor only moments ago.

@ΝΓΤ ⁴ taeyong。 The last thing Zhengting wanted to face at this moment is this kind of situation. He gets it, he really does. Those guys are pissed off, jealous and maybe even jealous when it comes to the fact that he got chosen but that doesn't give them the right to try to pull off such things. He counted and recited in his head the different situation he cold attempt to get himself out of this, but none of them looked that bright and he had this feeling that he's going to either end up being ually harassed, physically hurt and in worst situation both things may happen to him. It didn't help him one bit that those guys all looked rather bigger than his own slim tall figure and most likely were stronger than him, not to mention that he was obviously outnumbered. He got to give it to them, they really gave it some thoughts before approaching him and he would gladly applaud them succeeding in getting him in this sticky situation.

"How old are you guys, ing five? If you want to or have Taeyong haze you, you can just ask him, you know? Like a civilized educated person is supposed to do" he may should have watched his words, but he already knows that whether he talks bad, talks nice or even beg them in the end the results would be the same. "also for your information what you guys are doing could get you suspended or even kicked out, lay a hand on me and I'll have the proof I need to do that to you guys" he added, his hands still crossed to his chest as he refused to display the fear that was slowly creeping up in his stomach. If you ask him, he wouldn't mind getting beaten up even if he didn't do anything to deserve the beating. But to practically get ed against his own will, he was shaking inside for the mere thought of that happening. And from the looks of it those guys don't attend on just physically harm him, let along just talk.

"You must be ing kidding me" the same guy from earlier got even closer to him as the rough hand found its way back to his face. And before he could even brush the hand away yet again, the sudden mention of Taeyong's name made him turn his head as the latter made an appearance as if he was the prince in one of those movies coming to the rescue of his princess from the bad guys.

"T-Tae" Zhengting managed to breath out as he has never seen the boy wear such a scary life throughout the whole time he has known him. He could swear he felt a shiver run through his body just from looking at Taeyong with that murderous look, and the latter wasn't even looking back at him, so he could only imagine what it would be like if he was the one in those guy's shoes. As he was still in a daze, before he even snapped out back to his senses he saw the male throw a punch after the other. It was the blond dyed hair guy who fell down first and right after him it was the big guy that was pushing him earlier. Zhengting could swear Taeyong looks like a total psychopath at this moment, and he wasn't sure if he's being captivated by how hot the latter looked or if he was just frightened about the appearance of this seemingly deadly side of him.

"Taeyong, stop!" he finally found his self and voice back, snapping out of it all as his arms found their way wrapping around the shorter male's waist to stop him from committing more damage than he already "You're going to kill them for god's sake"

@ΝΓΤ ¹ zhengting。 Emerald spheres impatiently flick towards the unlit display of his phone as the redhead chews on the end of his ballpoint, feeling exceptionally raring that particular evening. Taeyong exhales a prolonged sigh whilst leaning back against his chair, the urgency to complete the report due for tomorrow in front of him disintegrating into nothing following his ever deteriorating attention span, that too, all for what he deemed was good reason. Stretching both arms over his head, he pushes himself away from the desk before stealing a glimpse towards the ticking clock on the wall, making a mental note to himself that Zhengting should have finished his tutoring for the evening a good while ago. It didn't occur to him that the petite sophomore would actually forget their arrangement, and naturally, something about the delay didn't quite sit well with Taeyong. Especially not when the older made it a point to enunciate to the other that he expected nothing short of punctuality with regards to the hazing. "Hm, you're trying to test my patience already?" He utters under his breath, followed by a mildly amused chuckle and a faint, nefarious smirk. Clad in a tank, ripped jeans and donned in accessories from head to toe, he didn't exert much of an effort to look presentable in spite of there being a chance the disciplinary committee giving him the usual lecture about his scandalous appearance if he was spotted looking the way he did.

After grabbing his phone and shoving it into the confines of his pocket, Taeyong exits the dorm in search of Zhengting, visibly irked considering the fact the other dared to cross him already. He drew a number of whispers from fellow sophomores as he made himself down the corridor, all the more so since it was highly unlikely, if not an extremely rare sight for Taeyong to be seen wandering about in a faculty that wasn't his. Lissome digits exasperatedly weave through a regalia of fiery red strands as he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth in irritation. To think Zhengting had the gall to make him fetch the other was way beyond him, and if anything, it was only adding to the fury bubbling within the pits of his stomach. Upon reaching Zhengting's assigned tutoring room, Taeyong unceremoniously slides the door open before demanding for the younger. His entrance causes the remaining students still hanging about in the vicinity to jolt, and the sharpness in his tone has them flinch. "Well?" The redhead presses severely, his eyes surveying around the room occasionally meeting a few gazes only having them tear away in fear. "Z-zheng already left, I saw him leave with a group of guys a while ago." One of the boys finally perks up while fiddling with his fingers and keeping his quivering eyes to the floor.

That was all Taeyong needed to hear, and it was at that very moment when all the pieces started to fit together, making sense. He wasn't oblivious to the malicious gazes Zhengting was exposed to whenever the other walked next to him and he was certainly aware of the hushed whispers, of the threats carelessly floating about in the air whenever the two of them were seen together. Taeyong breaks into a full sprint, he'd been in a similar situation a few years prior, he's seen and been around long enough to know where exactly Zhengting had been taken. It wasn't long before his steps had carried him to one of the narrow alleyways separating both faculties, a prime spot for the strong cornering the weak. The sight he was welcomed to had his expression darken, and had the rage boiling in him combust into a full blown inferno. The sight of Zhengting, /his/ Zhengting, being touched by some disgusting scum struck a nerve he didn't even know he had in him. Once his nearing form became apparent, a series of whispers along the lines of, ".", "Oh it's Taeyong.", " , we're screwed.", sound through the air.

Upon reaching the scene, Taeyong immediately grabs the man cupping Zhengting's face by his wrist, his grip so vice that the nails digging into the others flesh was enough to draw blood. "The , d'you think.. you're doing?" He growls, tilting his head to a side to peer at the other man through a drapery of crimsoned locks, the murderous intent in his eyes frighteningly apparent. His piercings glisten under the faint rays of sunlight, much like the ferocity flickering within the depths of his orbs as he begins to lose all self control over his anger. "You're lucky I'm in the mood to punch something." He adds, malevolence exuding off his form like daggers as he uses more force to bend the others already bleeding wrist so far back that it has the assailant wail in pain. Driven by the blood-lust, by the mere thought of someone else touching someone that clearly belonged to /him/, it wasn't long before he'd thrown the first punch. It was five against one, and a full scuffle ensued as the assailants comrades dive into assist their friend. Taeyong didn't feel like losing today.

@ΝΓΤ ⁴ taeyong。 slim fingers making their way through the dark locks, Zhengting could swear he'll kill himself if this tutoring sessions gets extended with one extra minute. He honestly doesn't even know why he's attending it in the first place since he already knows all the that's being told to him over and over again. "god kill me" he grumbled low as he put his head on the table. And for once luck was on his side and the session was finally announced that it's over "Remind me to never come here again" he told one of the guys that was sitting next to him before he picked up all his things. As he was about to make his way away and excuse himself the guys suggested that they would go for a meal since this is finally over. "Sorry men, but I have somewhere else I need to be" he explained putting his backpack's strap over his shoulder "Oooh someone is getting some tonight" one of the guys cheered making him gag in response "thank you for being that into my private life, now I'm off. Enjoy your time" walking away, he slightly rolled his eyes at the comments the guys made his way.
It has been a while since a certain someone announced that he's going to haze him, and everyone knows what that means. Zhengting could count all the people that probably hate him for being chosen but it's not like he could do anything about it. Even if he was crazy enough to refuse the male's hazing, the latter wouldn't have listened to him and did it anyways.

Making his way out, before he even gets the chance to look around a bunch of guys surrounded him making him tilt his head and look at them in confusion "May I help you?" he could remember some of the guys being in his own frat as he has seen them around the dorms here and there few times. "I think we have something to talk about" one of the guys explained making Zhengting cross his arms to his chest "I think not. The last time I checked I have nothing to do with you guys" He was explaining some kind of response but instead he was pushed by his back making him take a few steps then yet another push making him walk even though he didn't want to, and it didn't help that the boy who's pushing him seemed to be way stronger than him. And before he knew it he was in one of the alleys with the three guys around him.

"Heard Taeyong chose specifically you to haze, even called shotgun for you" one of the males said, making Zhengting's face lit up as he now understands what this is about "You guys can't be serious, for 's sake it's just hazing" rolling his eyes he couldn't believe someone would go this far just for some hazing "Don't worry kitten, we just want to see what you have to attract him. We want to know what Taeyong sees in you" another one explained as he cupped his face.

"Ew! Hands off, you're getting me dirty" Zhengting talked back yanking the hand away from his face with a look of disgust.