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Chapter 1

 

Wang Yibo met Cho Seungyoun when he enrolled the Hanlim Junior High School in Korea and then became best friends – literally inseparable. Yibo moved to Korea along with his parents due to their job. Later, Yibo and Seungyoun even attended the Hanlim Senior High School together, and introduced themselves ridiculously as twins. The times they spent together made them open comfortably against each other – there was no secret between them.

            Yibo was a quite and cold boy, but he was also straightforward and savage. He didn’t like chitchat and people asking him questions; he would just pretend not to hear it. He didn’t like being on the spot, center of attention, mostly trouble, but that didn’t make him hesitate to fight back when it was needed.

            Seungyoun was the opposite of Yibo. He was loud, aggressive and cheerful boy. He was the act-first-type kind of guy that led him a lot into troubles. But deep inside, he was a sweet and warm guy.

            Yibo’s parents worked for Seungyoun’s parents – Seungyoun’s parents had mega culinary business both in China and Korea. He was just finished his first year high school when Seungyoun’s parents decided to give Yibo’s parents the Chinese branches to take care of and that made Yibo had to move to China.

            Seungyoun got furious and asked his father to let him enrolled high school in China. At first, his parents didn’t allow him. But after so much pleading, finally they allowed him in condition that Seungyoung must not be involved in any troubles or else they would send him back to Korea.

            Yibo and Seungyoun took the Science-and-Engineering Department and managed to be in the same class, the second class, and shared the same dorm, along with two other boys Wu Jiacheng and Guo Zifan from Liberal Art Department. Then Yibo learned that the Science and Engineering Department had three classes for second year and third year.

            On their first day, Li Wenhan, the class representative of Science and Engineering Department from the first class second grade, took them for a tour. It turned out that Wenhan was also the coach assistant in the basketball club they were joining in.

            Yibo also learned that the Students Councils supervised the students’ activities. They would decide how badly the rule breaking before reporting this to the teachers Discipline Court to take further penalties.

            Yibo had his first days fun. Although he spent his four years teenagers phases in Korea, but China was always his home and it was really nice to be home. He sometimes blurted in Chinese-Korean when talking and that made the others students easily remembered him.

            In the dormitory building, there was the dorm canteen on the first floor that served food for breakfast and dinner, while the academic building canteen provided the lunch. The menu was various from Asian, Western, Europe, and Yibo loved all of them.

            The library building was separated from the academic building; they were next to each other. The library was very huge, consisted of four floors, internet café, private discussion rooms, public area with single desks and audio visual rooms.

            The dormitory building and the academic building were not literally far, they were connected by a pathway with pines tress on its left and right and in between those buildings, there was a park with benches and fountain, surrounded by bushes and flowers. The academic building separated the boys and girls dormitory buildings but they can have breakfast and dinner wherever they want and visit each other as long as they roam the first floor only.

            The dormitory had six floors; each grade occupied two floors. There are three lines elevator, located far from each other that would take those grades to their own floors and to avoid crowds.

            It was autum when Yibo entered the school. It was beautiful with the yellow, red and brown leaves of the maple and apricot trees. Not to mention some giants ancient ginko trees at the main entrance that welcame the students with its glorious yellow color. When Yibo walked along the pathway from the dormitory building to the academic building, he felt like he was walking along The Fragrant Hill Park.  The gentle autumn breeze would tickle his cheeks with its warm temperature and clean air.

            In this weather, Yibo and Seungyoun couldn’t say no to their skateboard. They would slide on it along the pathway back and forth. Sometimes when there weren’t so many students along the pathway, they would do some attractions and battles.

            When they didn’t have basketball club, Yibo and Seungyoun would play skateboard at the field or learn some new technics. This activity attracted some students, especially girls, and they would sit and watch Yibo and Seungyoun.

            Just in a month, Yibo and Seungyoun have become popular among girls and boys. Not because of their skill in skateboard and basketball, but also their handsome and gorgeous appearance – they called Yibo the cool and Seungyoun the sweet. Some girls even thought that Yibo and Seungyoun were actually boyfriends.

            This actually was an irony. Seungyoun’s sweet and cheerful attitude always welcome the girls warmly if they wanted to join their table at meal times, but Yibo’s cold and fierce attitude made them hesitated. Even if they managed to join their table, it was always Seungyoun who talked while Yibo would eat silently and ignored them.

            “So, are you guys boyfriends?” a girl asked them.

            Seungyoun involuntary laughed. “Do you think?”

            The girl nodded shyly, and then her friends also nodded.

            Seungyoun looked at Yibo goofily, but Yibo looked back at him lazily.

            “What makes you guys think that?” Seungyoun grinned.

            “Because you both are so close and literally always together.”

            “And you guys are so good together.”

            “Yes. Your interactions are so cute…”

            Yibo rolled his eyes and got up.

            “Eh, Yibo, where are you going?” Seungyoun looked up at him.

            Yibo didn’t reply. He just walked away without saying anything.

            Seungyoun chuckled. “Sorry, girls. Looks like Yibo don’t like this conversation. See you later, girls!” Seungyoun got up and waved at them sweetly before catching Yibo up out of the canteen.

            Their warm and cold attitude turned out attracts more girls and their lockers started to fill with letters, either love letters or support letters for their relationship.

            “I got more letters than you,” Seungyoun nudged Yibo.

            “Like I care,” Yibo replied while shoving his love letters into Seugyoun’s locker.

            “Aiishh… what the hell…” Seungyoun muttered.

            “Take them. You can take them all,” Yibo said.

            “Aren’t you gonna read and reply them?” Seungyoun collected and tidied the letters.

            Yibo inhaled deeply. “You read, then reply them for me.”

            “You’re not afraid of me saying weird things about you?”

            “You dare?”

            “Why not?”

            Yibo rolled his eyes and closed his locker. “Whatever.”

            Seungyoun shoved the letters into his bag and closed his locker.

            Yibo dropped his skateboard as soon as he was outside the building and slid across the pathway with Seungyoun close behind to the outdoor basketball field.

            It was a sunny afternoon that the basketball club decided to have practice at the outdoor field. Some girls knew this and they decided to watch Yibo and Seungyoun playing. Back then in Korea, Yibo and Seungyoun had joined the basketball club and they had been in some tournaments. Their capacity was unquestionable but considering they were newbies, they needed to build up their chemistry with other players. So the coach made them play a lot in different teams.

            Yibo played slow and easy. He didn’t want to push his skill in the team because he didn’t know them, and Wenhan was the captain for today’s team.

            “Don’t be nervous,” Wenhan said as they doing the warm-up. “Eventhough they looked tough, but they are willing to cooperate as long as you are also willing.”

            “Mmn.”

            “Today, you’ll take the power forward and I’m gonna be the point guard,” Wenhan said again. “Watch where I pass the ball and see if you can analyze the character of each player.”

            “Mmn.”

            Yibo looked at the team opponent where Seungyoun will be playing. Looked like they put Seungyoun as the small forward. It meant that they were going to face each other a lot.

            The girls who watched them cheered excitedly – shouted Yibo’s and Seungyoun’s names, especially when Seungyoun scored. Obviously this made Seungyoun more excited and happily gave them some shows, made them screamed louder, which Yibo found very stupid. Yibo himself couldn’t stand the shouts – he cringed every time they shouted his name. But eventhough Yibo gave them cold shoulder, the girls still screamed his name – the colder he was, the louder they screamed.

            “It was obvious that the colder a guy, the girls liked him more,” Seungyoun said when they were in the locker room. The practice was over and they were changing.

            “You were a total dork,” Yibo replied.

            “Hey, they liked me!” Seungyoun patted his chest proudly.

            “Whatever,” Yibo mumbled.

            “But I played cool!” Seungyoun claimed and sat on the bench.

            “You just wanted to impress those girls,” Yibo said.

            “Who didn’t?”

            “Hmmph!” Yibo frowned.

            “Hey, Yibo!” came Wenhan’s voice. “You were really good out there!”

            “Thank’s.” Yibo closed his locker and slung his bag around his torso.

            “You too, Seungyoun!” Wenhan gestured Seungyoun.

            “Aaayy… thank’s Li-hyung!” Seungyoun grinned.

            “What? Why with the hyung honorific?” Wenhan grinned back.

            “Because here, you are the coach assistant,” Seungyoun replied.

            “No, no…!” Wenhan shook his head. “Just call Wenhan. Hyung sounds awkward!”

            Seungyoung chuckled and nodded. “Okay!”

            “Like I said, eventhough they are tough, but they are willing to teach you how to play in the team,” Wenhan said again, looked at Yibo.

            “Mmn.”

            “By the way, you’re going to the dorm?” Wenhan asked again.

            “Yeah, looks like it,” Seungyoun replied. “Why?”

            “Oh, nothing…” Wenhan replied hesitantly. “See you in the canteen then.”

            Seungyoun nodded. “Sure!”

            When they entered the dormitory building, it was almost dinner time. After a short discussion, they decided to just buy take-outs so they can have it in their dorm while doing homework.

Seungyoun roamed the counter. “I want that curry, but I also want that bokkeumbap…”

            Yibo curved his lips. “Buy me that sweet beef and corriander,” he said finally after taking his time deciding. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

            “Okay.”

            Yibo pushed the bathroom door and stepped into the cubicle. He was washing his hands when three of third-grade-boys coming in. One of them, with a loosed tie, looked at him with a smug in his face.

            Yibo averted his eyes, focusing on his hands and not intended to make a mess. But the smug boy walked towards him and stood behind him.

            Yibo raised his face and looked at him through the mirror. And the first thing Yibo noticed was his dominating eyes, pierced right into his soul.

            “Wang Yibo…” the guy smirked.

            “And you are…?” Yibo asked him.

            Suddenly the guy put his chest against Yibo’s back and had his lips next to Yibo’s ear, made him gapped.

            Yibo involuntary pushed him back but his two friends immediately caught his hands and shoved him, chest flushed against the bathroom wall.

            Yibo fought back. The smug guy grasped the hair at the back of Yibo’s head and tugged it.

            “You are indeed handsome…” he whispered low, “But that doesn’t mean you can show it up.”

            Yibo shook his head, tried to let go.

            The smug guy grasped tighter, made Yibo cringed from the pain. “Right. Don’t act handsome, dog.” And then he let Yibo’s hair go.

            The two other guys also let his hands go.

            Yibo turned around in annoyance, rubbed gently the back of his head.

            The smug guy smirked. “I’ll be watching you, Wang-dog!”

            Yibo let the breath he was holding, still cringing. His eyes stared at the bathroom door in annoyance before bursting out. He roamed the canteen to find him but he was already gone. He walked towards Seungyoun who was sitting by the table with the take-outs.

            “Did you see three guys walked out of the bathroom before me?” Yibo asked while taking his seat across Seungyoun.

            Seungyoun knitted his eyebrows. “No. Why?”

            Yibo told Seungyoun what just happened in the bathroom.

            “What the fuck…” Seungyoun gave an irritated look.

            “I don’t think I know him,” Yibo said. “And I don’t think I did something that offended him. It was the first time I saw him.”

            “Do you remember what he’s looked like?” Seungyoun roamed the canteen.

            “Mmn. But he’s not here,” Yibo said while following Seungyoun roaming the canteen.

            Seungyoun nodded. “Too bad. But when you see him, let me know. I’ll kick his ass!”

            Yibo shook his head. “No need.”

            “What? He’s messing with us!”

            “Me.”

            “Anyone messes with you, then he messes with me!”

            “Tch!”

            “Yibo!”

            “Stay out of trouble.”

            Seungyoun cursed in Korean that made Yibo rolled his eyes.

            Yibo didn’t understand what had made that guy corner him in the bathroom. Maybe that guy hit the wrong person who happened to have the same name. Yibo shrugged it off and thought that it was just a mistake. “Come on!” he said, grabbed the take out and walked away.

 

***

 

            Yibo didn’t see that asshole during the day. Well, the school area was so big and he could be anywhere.

            Yibo didn’t see him in the canteen either. Canteen was the only place at school where the students from all departments meet each other at the same time and when Yibo couldn’t spot him, he was confused.

            “Are you sure he is a student here?” Seungyoun raised his eyebrows.

            “Mmn.” Yibo pushed his lunch tray that was already empty and gulped down his fruity-tea slowly.

            “Maybe he’s having his lunch somewhere else,” Seungyoun said again. He was also done with his lunch.

            Yibo nodded.

            “Hey!” Wenhan came and joined them. He took the seat across Yibo and put his lunch tray. “I can see that you guys had no problem getting lunch,” he said, gesturing the food.

            “Well, the line was actually long but the service was really fast,” Seungyoun said.

            “I didn’t see you last night at the canteen dorm,” Wenhan looked at Yibo and started to eat.

            Seungyoun stared at Yibo, cueing about the attack.

            “We had dinner in the dorm,” Yibo replied shortly, ignored Seungyoun look.

            “Oh…” Wenhan nodded.

            “We had homeworks…” Seungyoun added, played along with Yibo.

            “Next time you got homework, we can do it together,” Wenhan said again.

            Yibo looked at him and nodded.

            “We usually have this small study group and we consult each other the homework, or subjects we don’t understand…”

            “Sounds cool,” Seungyoun said.

            “It is. You can join us. We have this study group every night after dinner at the public area, or the lounge at the forth floor.”

            Seungyoun nodded.

            “But only at the forth floor, remember that!”

            “Oh, why?” Seungyoun knitted his eyebrows.

            “Second floor is for the first year, forth floor is for the second year and fifth floor is for the third year,” Wenhan replied.

            YIbo nodded. He has heard about this rule between grades that they couldn’t just roam other year’s floor.  

            “Oh, yeah…,” Wenhan said again. “What are you guys doing this afternoon after school?”

            “We don’t know yet, why? You got somewhere fun to go?” Seungyoun asked.

            “Not really. It’s just, no club after school.” Wenhan shrugged.

            Yibo silently drank. His mind wondered to that asshole – could he be a third grade? Wenhan said that third grade liked privacy. Maybe they had their private place even for lunch and dinner.    

            Again, Yibo came to the conclusion that maybe that asshole picked the wrong guy with the same name.

            Yibo got up when the bell rang and walked away, let Seungyoun walked with Wenhan behind him because their classes were next to each other.

            Yibo finally saw that asshole on the way to the dormitory building in the afternoon after school. He was sitting on the bench by the fountain, while the other boys were standing around him.

            Yibo slid faster with his skateboard, hoping that they would miss him. But before he could pass them, one of them blocked him and he had just to abruptly stop, caught the skateboard after he stomped it hard.

            “Oooiii…!” Seungyoun spontaneously stomped the back of his skateboard and stepped down, shouted in surprise when he saw the boy suddenly blocking Yibo’s way.

            “That’s him,” Yibo whispered to Seungyoun.

            Seungyoun’s eye twitched when he realized what Yibo meant.

            “Oi, dog!” said a voice from behind.

            “You let them call you dog, stupid!” Seungyoun whispered in annoyance.

            “Let them. What’s wrong with dog. Dog is cute.” Yibo grinned.

            Yibo slowly turned around, Seungyoun followed.

            The smug guy smiled in annoyance. “I thought you had learnt your lesson, dog!”

            Yibo didn’t reply.

            “We don’t walk on four legs!” Seungyoun said back.

            “Shut up!” Yibo mumbled softly.

            The smug guy looked at Seungyoun in annoyance. He gestured his two boys to hold him.

            Seungyoun made a move, let his skateboard fell onto the ground. But those two boys were faster and they managed to drop him down on his knees, made him curse in Korean.

            The smug guy came towards Seungyoun and patted his cheek hard. “Learn to keep out from other’s business!”

            Yibo looked at the smug guy coldly. “What do you want?”

            The smug guy smiled and gestured another boy behind him to hand him the books he was holding.

            “I still haven’t gottent any compensation from the shit you did at the canteen,” he said.

            Yibo tilted his head in confusion. “What did I do?”

            The smug guy laughed mockingly. “What did you do?”

            Yibo stared at him lazily, let him laugh as he wanted.

            The guy suddenly gripped Yibo’s face with his free hand, between his thumb and pointer.

            Yibo gripped back his wrist spontaneously with his free hand.

            “I hate this smug face of yours,” he said in low tone.

            Yibo gritted his teeth, tried to let go the claw because his jaw was starting to get hurt.

            “Oi, asshole!” Seungyoun shouted. “You should see your own fucking ugly face!”

            The smug guy ignored Seungyoun’s words. He let go Yibo’s face and smacked the books against Yibo’s chest. “What do you say if you do me some favors, let’s see if I’m happy with it, then I might let you go.”

            Yibo took the books and opened the pages, let the skateboard fell onto the pavement. It was homework-books. “I’m not your slave!” He shot him a look.

            “Oh…?” the smug boy snatched Yibo’s bag and when Yibo fought back, the other boy behind him moved to hold his hand.

The smug guy smiled and gave it to the boy behind him. “Open it.”

            The boy opened it and the smug guy pulled out a book. With a sneaky chuckle, he slowly tore the book page by page.

            “NO!” Yibo and Seungyoun shouted in unison.

            The smug guy laughed, still tearing the pages.

            Yibo nudged hard the boy holding him with his elbow, made him lost his grip on him and Yibo used his chance to land his fist on his face.

            The smug boy gestured the two guys holding Seungyoun to beat him.

            Seungyoun tried to fight back but he was already pushed down, with his cheek flushed against the hard pavement.

            “BYUNG-SHIINN…!!!” Seungyoun shouted loud.

            “Stop, stop, I’ll do it!” Yibo shouted in a sudden.

            “Yibo, no!” Seungyoun shouted, groaned when he was pinned harder.

            The smug guy let the book fell onto the ground and calmly brushed his hands off. “You should have said that earlier. Dog!” He grabbed Yibo’s bag and threw it by his feet. “You have one night!”

            The smug guy gestured his friends to let Seungyoun go.  

            “Asshole…!” Seungyoun shouted. He abruptly got up and took steps forward to launch his fist, but stopped when Yibo called his name.

            The smug guy laughed as he turned around and walked away.

            “You stupid!” Seungyoun shouted at Yibo. “You shouldn’t give up that easily!”

            Yibo looked at Seungyoun in annoyance. “Look at your face!”

            “This is just small scratch!” Seungyoun pouted, brush his cheek gently. Red scratches appeared on his white pale cheek.

            “What am I gonna say to your dad if he saw this?” Yibo shoved the books into his bag and got up while grabbing his skateboard.

            “He won’t see this!” Seungyoun was furious. “And now you had his homework!”

            “Don’t worry, I got a plan.”

            “Aarrgghhh…!!!” Seungyoun stomped on his skateboard and slid away while cursing in Korean, leaving Yibo behind.

 

***

 

            From the book, Yibo knew his name – Xiao Zhan, third grade from the first class of Liberal Art Department. He was sitting by his desk, done with his homework.

“Why did you have his book?” Jiacheng asked again.

            “That asshole—,” Seungyoun opened his mouth.

            “I found it at the corridor,” Yibo replied, shot a shut-up-look at Seungyoun.

            Seungyoun glared and plopped himself on the bed while covering his face with the pillow, got annoyed.

            “How are you gonna give him the book?” Guo Zifan suddenly butted in.

            “I don’t know.”

            “Well… uumm… If I may… just avoid him. He’s nothing but trouble...” said Zifan hesitantly.

            Seungyoun abruptly sat up and looked down from his bed at Zifan who was below him. “You are definitely right, my friend!”

            “So you know…” Zifan said.

            “I don’t just happen to know him. I WANTED to smack that ugly face if only my stupid friend hadn’t held me!” Seungyoun said furiously, eyes glaring at Yibo.

            Both Zifan and Jiacheng looked at Yibo, but Yibo simply shrugged off.

            “Xiao Zhan was always surrounded by his boys,” said Zifan.

            “I can see that,” Seungyoun nodded.

            “The guy with short hair is Peng Chuyue. He’s like Xiao Zhan’s best friend,” said Jiacheng.

            It must be the guy who held him, Yibo thought.

            “The other short hair guy, who has thinner face, is Gu Jiacheng,” Zifan added.

            Yibo looked at Seungyoun. It was one of the boys who pinned Seungyoun down.

“The one who has long hair similar to Xiao Zhan is Zhao Lei,” Zifan said again.

            So the other boy who pinned Seungyoun down was Zhao Lei.

            “The one with cute and baby face is Xia Zhiguang,” said Jiacheng.

            Yibo remembered that face. He was the one standing behind Xiao Zhan, holding his books.

            “So, who is this asshole actually?” Seungyoun climbed down and sat on Jiacheng’s bed.

            Jiacheng looked at him, grined in confusion. “Well… there’s nothing I can tell about Xiao Zhan, except he’s smart, handsome…”

            “Popular among girls…” Zifan added.

            Jiacheng nodded. “Good at art.”

            “Yep. His paintings are always amazing!”

            “His locker is always full with love letters…”

            “Stop, stop!” Seungyoun knitted his eyebrows. “Where is the asshole part?”

            “Now,” Jiacheng looked at Seungyoun seriously. “He will pick a fight if he doesn’t like that person.”

            “Yep, until that person crawls and kisses his feet,” Zuofan added.

            Seungyoun tilted his head. “If he doesn’t like that person…?” Then he looked at Yibo.

            “What?” Yibo was taken aback, pretended doing his homework.

            “Yes,” Zifan said.

            “If he started to pick a fight with you, then there must be something about you that he doesn’t like,” Jiacheng added.

            Yibo supported his cheek by his elbow and stared at Xiao Zhan’s book. Then there must be something about him that Xiao Zhan didn’t like. But what?

           

            The next morning, Yibo noticed Xiao Zhan waiting for him at the main entrance with his boys.

            Yibo handed him the books and when Xiao Zhan looked at his done homework, he smiled.

            “Not bad, dog!” Xiao Zhan smacked Yibo by the cheek with the book, made Seungyoun glared.

            Yibo look at him coldly.

            “Aaaww… what a protective boyfriend…” Xiao Zhan teased him, stole a glance at Seungyoun.

            “Watch your mouth,” Yibo replied.

            Xiao Zhan chuckled. “Caring for each other… you really make me wanna puke…”

            “You should let me punch him…” Seungyoun said when Xiao Zhan turned around and walked away.

            “Don’t waste your energy,” Yibo said. “He’ll get what he deserves.”

            “Hey… you guys okay?” suddenly a voice came from behind.

            “Oh… Wenhan…!” Seungyoun said.

            “I saw you guys talk to him,” Wenhan pointed at the direction Xiao Zhan went away. “Did he give you guys trouble?”

            “That stupid asshole!” Seungyoun started, “He bullied Yibo, asked him to do his homework!”

            Wenhan looked at Yibo. “Did he?”

            “No.”

            “Yibo!” Seungyoun said annoyingly.

            “Really?” Wenhan looked at him tentatively.

            “Mmn.” Yibo then turned away and walked to his class.

            “Yibo!” Seungyoun ran after him. “Why don’t you tell Wenhan what happened.”

            “Why should I?” Yibo sat on his chair after putting his skateboard at the back of the class.

            Seungyoun put his skateboard next to Yibo’s. “He’s the class representative. He might be able to help you.”

            Yibo knitted his eyebrows. “Help me how?”

            “Sue him. Report his abusive behavior to the Discipline Committee?” Seungyoun tossed his bag and gave him a questioning look.

            Yibo didn’t say anything. Actually, he didn’t care about that smug Xiao Zhan. He could pick a fight any time and Yibo would be happy to oblige.

            At morning PE, the teacher gave the girls to play basketball while the boys watching them.

            Yibo found this really boring. Why should they watch the girls instead of playing in versus? He turned to look at Seungyoun who excitedly cheering up for those girls.

            Yibo roamed his eyes here and there, and suddenly caught a pair of dominating eyes watching him intensely.

            “She’s cute…” Seungyoun mumbled while gesturing a girl with long hair.

            “Mmn.” Yibo tilted his head and stared back into those eyes.

            “Look!” Seungyoun nudged Yibo’s upper arm.

            “Mmn.”

            “Oi!” Seungyoung nudged him harder.

            “Okay, she’s cute…” Yibo mumbled lazily, involuntary averted his gaze to look at the girl.

            “Stupid…” Seungyoun mumbled back.

            Yibo ignored him. He turned his gaze to find those eyes again, but they were gone. Why did Xiao Zhan look at him like that?

            Seungyoun cheered her a lot and made her blush.

            “Your hormone showing,” Yibo muttered.

            “Shut up!” Seungyoun protested.

            After PE, all the students got back to the class and got change with formal uniform. Yibo knitted his eyebrows in confusion when he noticed that his shirt was gone. He could only find his blazer and pants. He remembered very well that he folded it and put in on the chair before PE.

            “You’re not changing?” Seungyoun asked while taking of his shirt, made the girls closed their eyes.

            “My uniform is gone.”

            Seungyoun froze. “Gone? What do you mean by gone.”

            “Gone.” Yibo repeated. He abruptly turned around to check on his skateboard and his eye twitched in annoyance when he found out that his skateboard was also missing.

            Seungyoun gapped. “That fucking asshole…”

            Yibo didn’t reply. He was both speechless and annoyed that he didn’t know what to do. He sat silently after wearing the blazer on top of his PE shirt.

            “You don’t want to confront him?” Seungyoun asked in annoyance.

            No reply.

“Fine. Then I will.”

            “Seungyoun!” Yibo looked at him. “Sit.”

            “Yibo…”

            “…”

            “Don’t tell me that I didn’t help you.”

            Yibo didn’t say anything. Deep down he agreed with Seungyoun that this must be Xiao Zhan’s doing but he didn’t want to get Seungyoun into trouble. He might wanna confront him later, alone.

            But things went out of hand. During lunch break, Xiao Zhan and his boys came to Yibo’s table and tossed his already-torn shirt on the table.

            “I got fifty for the homework. Are you messing up with me, dog?” Xiao Zhan came towards him.

            Seungyoun immediately stood up to face him but his boys blocked him.

            Yibo got up and faced him, chin up. “Oh, I must be very stupid, then.”

            Xiao Zhan grabbed the collar of Yibo’s blazer. “You’re gonna crawl on your hands and feet, dog!”

            “Oi!” Seungyoun involuntary moved but the boys held him and pinned him; Chuyue and Jiacheng held his hand while Zhao Lei pinned his head against the table. Some students that were near them started to pull away to avoid getting involved.

            Yibo looked at him calmly. “You better watch out, or this dog will bite you hard.”

            “What do you think you’re doing?” suddenly a boy came between Yibo and Xiao Zhan, looked at Xiao Zhan calmly.

            “Teaching a dog to behave,” Xiao Zhan said without taking his eyes off of Yibo’s.

            The boy let out a breath and patted his shoulder. “Let go.”

            Xiao Zhan let go his grip and patted Yibo’s cheek. “We’re not done yet, dog!”

            Yibo smacked his hand. “I’m waiting.”

            Xiao Zhan turned around, gestured his boys to let Seungyoun go and then walked out of the canteen.

            “You,” said the boy to Yibo, “Come with me to the Discipline Committee!”

            Yibo grabbed his shirt while cueing Seungyoun to wait him in the classroom; he noticed that Wenhan was also there, standing behind the boy just now.

Yibo entered the Discipline Committee room and noticed there was another boy already waiting.

            The first boy gestured Yibo to sit while he was standing beside the second boy, folded his hands on his chest.

            “First, let me introduce myself,” said the first boy, “I’m Zhou Yixuan, the President of the Student Councils, also the President of Discipline Committee.”

            Yibo nodded.

            “I’m attending the First Liberal Art third year. This is my vice-president, Kim Sungjoo, attending the Second Liberal Art second year,” Yixuan pointed at the boy sitting behind him.

            Sungjoo smiled and waved.

            Yibo nodded again. Then Yixuan and Xiao Zhan were in the same class. Suddenly Yibo remembered how Yixuan talked to Xiao Zhan in the canteen. He looked at Yixuan and Sungjoo attentively; both Yixuan and Sungjoo were really nice and warm.

            “Do you know why you are here?” Yixuan asked.

            “No.”

            “First, your uniform,” Yixuan gestured the PE shirt Yibo was wearing under the blzer.

            “But you noticed what happened to my shirt,” Yibo replied while showing him his ripped shirt.

            Sungjoo widened his eyes and took Yibo’s ripped shirt, chuckled nervously. “Whooaaa… what the hell…!”

            “I did. The next question is, what happened to your shirt?” Yixuan asked again.

            Yibo opened his mouth but then he realized that he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t have any evidence that Xiao Zhan did that eventough he was the one who tossed it onto the table.

            “Well…?” Yixuan tilted his head, waiting for any answer.

            “My shirt was being ripped,” Yibo finally answered.

            “And, who did that?”

            “I don’t know.”

            Yixuan nodded. “Since you don’t know, I can’t take this as a crime.”

            Yibo didn’t reply. Deep inside he knew this – he had witnesses in junior high school how bullying worked.

            Sungjoo gave him back the shirt and patted Yixuan’s shoulder. “May I have a moment with him?”

            Yixuan didn’t say anything, but he pulled away and sat at afar.

            Sungjoo dragged a chair and sat in front of Yibo.

            “Just ignore him,” Sungjoo said, gesturing Yixuan. “Not every rule is written clearly black and white,” he started, making Yibo put all his attention at him. “Some rules are simply formed because of traditions and habits. For example, this thin line between the first, second and third year. Third year is undeniable exclusive and they demand priorities.”

            Yibo stole a glance at Yixuan who was cringing.

            “Don’t argue. You know it’s right!” Sungjoo pointed at Yixuan, then looked at Yibo. “Eventhough Xuan-ge is the president of The Student Councils who has to be neutral in anything, but in the other hand, he had to respect that tradition.”

            “Xiao Zhan occupies the top of hierarchy – I’m not gonna tell you the reasons why, you just have to find it by yourself – and there’s nothing you can do except avoiding him,” Sungjoo added.

            “I did nothing. He came to me first,”Yibo tried to defend himself.

            “I know. You don’t need to do particular thing to make him hate you. He just hates and there’s nothing you can do,” Sungjoo replied.

            Yibo tilted his head. This shit sounded annoying and that asshole needed someone to teach him the lesson about tolerance.

            Yixuan got up. “That’s enough,” he said to Sungjoo. “I know that Xiao Zhan did this but if you can’t find any evidence, I can’t mark this as a crime.”

            Yibo curved his lips. Seemed like this asshole was smart enough to leave no evidence. If he wanted to play dirty, then Yibo would play along.

            “No need,” Yibo finally said.

            “I hope you understand how the things work here,” Sungjoo said again.

            “I do. Thank you.”

            “Stay away from trouble,” Sungjoo said again when Yibo was walking out of the room.

            Yibo only nodded. There was no way he would just stay still when it was the trouble itself who came to him.

            Seungyoun was about to shower him with questions when the bell rang. “You need to tell me the complete story,” he whispered while looking at the teacher who was walking into the classroom.

            Yibo finally told him when they were walking to the basketball practice while carrying their skateboard. He found his skateboard by the mainboard at the hallway, already broke in two.

            Wenhan came to him immediately to check him and was surprised to see what happened to Yibo’s skateboard.

            “This is a crime,” Wenhan said.

            “I told him so!” Seungyoun said in annoyance while shoving his bag into the locker.

            Yibo didn’t reply. He took out his basketball shirt and changed. “I didn’t see him with my own eyes,” he said finally.

            “You don’t need to see it with your own eyes!” Seungyoun protested. He sat down on the bench and changed his shoes.

            Yibo followed him; sat on the bench and changed his shoes.

            “No, Yibo’s right. We need evidence,” Wenhan said.

            Yibo got up and grabbed his tumbler.

            “Yibo…” Wenhan said, grabbed his upper arm to have his attention.

            Yibo raised his eyebrows and looked at him in confusion.

            “I’ll think of something to get him,” Wenhan added.

            Yibo took a moment before finally said, “Don’t bother.” And then he walked out of the boy’s locker room.

 

***

 

            Yibo walked to the academic building alone because Seungyoun had gone with Jiacheng and Zifan earlier. Because he couldn’t afford the new uniform-shirt yet, today he got Discipline Committee’s approval to wear sweater-uniform. From the distance, he saw Xiao Zhan sat on the bench with Chuyue and Zhao Lei by the mainboard next to building entry.

            “Dog!” Xiao Zhan called him when Yibo was close enough.

            Yibo ignored him and kept on walking until his feet stepped inside the main hallway. He was just sighed in relieved that Xiao Zhan didn’t call him any more when someone grasped his both wrist and pushed him into the men’s toilet.

            Yibo struggled to free himself and stopped when he saw Xiao Zhan in the toilet. He had his eyes on Yibo fiercely, gesturing the two boys to let go.

            Yibo fixed his uniform, stared back at Xiao Zhan.

            Xiao Zhan walked towards him slowly, not even stopped when their faces were inches apart.

Yibo involuntary swallowed hard when Xiao Zhan’s dominating eyes locked his, took steps backward nervously.

Xiao Zhan smirked when Yibo’s ass touched the sink.

            Yibo gasped heavily and abruptly grasped tightly both Xiao Zhan hands when they sneaked into his pocket pants. “Mind your hands.”

            But Xiao Zhan didn’t stop. He brought his hands deeper into the pockets, looking for something.

            Yibo started to get hot but he tried to look cool. He grasped tighter, tried to pull out Xiao Zhan’s hands out of his pockets. Xiao Zhan’s dominating eyes started to make him uncomfortable and weak at the same time.

            Xiao Zhan indeed pulled out his hands but only to shove them again into Yibo’s back-pockets, roamed inside while cupping his cheek-ass and squeezed them gently.

            And that was the first time Yibo felt his heart skipping a beat real hard. He abruptly pushed Xiao Zhan hard, glared at him.

            Xiao Zhan chuckled and raised his hand to show him some money that was stuck between his fingers.

            Yibo moved forward, tried to snatch the money but Xiao Zhan was faster, pushed him back against the sink. He was ready with his fist when Xiao Zhan put his pointer against Yibo’s chest with a smug face.

“I don’t think you want to see the Discipline Committee again today…” he said in a low tone.

            Yibo stopped, eye twitched.

            Xiao Zhan smirked. “Thank’s for the treat today, dog!” Xiao Zhan waved the money and walked out of the bathroom.

            Yibo tried to catch his breath. He rested his ass against the sink and had one hand against his chest.

            What was that? What was that for? A loud thump for being cupped on the ass? By that asshole?

            Fuck!

            Without much thinking, Yibo washed his face and tidied himself before storming out of the bathroom.

 

            Yibo stayed in the class during lunch break, with Seungyoun accompanied him. They were leaning against the window frame while looking down below, munching hotdogs Seungyoun bought for them both.

            “I left the money at the dorm,” Yibo said.

            Seungyoun gave him a lazy look. “I bet that asshole took it. Am I right?”

            Yibo didn’t answer. He shoved the last piece of the hotdog, handed Seungyoun the mineral water after he took some gulps.

            “Yibo, this started to get out of control. You should tell the Discipline Committee about this.” Seungyoun looked at him in worry, took the bottle and had some gulps.

            Yibo looked at him seriously, wiped his mouth with the tissue and tossed it along the hotdog wrapper into the trash bin. “That guy played dirty but smart. We can’t just tell the Discipline Committee without evidences.”

            “Then leave it to me. I’ll take care of him,” Seungyoun said.

            “No. Your dad had said that if you kept making troubles, he would send you back to Korea!”

            “He wasn’t serious!”

            “What if he was? What if he really sent you back?”

            Seungyoun didn’t reply. He drank the water to the last drop and tossed it into the trash bin.

            Yibo folded his arms on his chest, and then suddenly he remembered his heartbeat. “Oi! Have you ever felt your heart skips a beat?”

            Seungyoun looked at him seriously, and then a smile slowly appeared, made Yibo frowned.

            “Yeah, why…?” Seungyoun chuckled giddily.

            Yibo curved his lips in annoyance.

            “Did you felt it lately?”

            “Mmn.”

            “Wow! Yibo is falling in love!”

            “Stop that bullshit!”

            Seungyoun finally stopped teasing when he realized that Yibo was in serious mode.

            “Does it always mean that you’re falling in love?” Yibo asked again.

            “Not really…” Seungyoun replied. “Usually, it happens when you are in the situation where it’s your first time.”

            Yibo threw his gaze below. But it wasn’t the first time he had in touch with other boys. But yes, it was his first time being grasped by his ass.

            “Who did it?” Seungyoun snapped him.

            “Huh?”

            “Who caused that heartbeat?”

            Yibo looked at Seungyoun seriously. “Would you find it weird if I said that it was a boy?”

            It took a moment before finally Seungyoun realized. “So your heartbeat came from a boy?”

            “Mmn.”

            “Me?”

            “Fuck you!”

            Seungyoun laughed. “You know, Yibo,” Seungyoun grinned, “I always thought that you simply avoided girls to keep yourself away from troubles. Turns out that you actually like boys.”

            Yibo knitted his eyebrows in confusion. He didn’t like girls. But it didn’t mean that he liked boys though.          

            “Do you find someone sexy physically?” Seungyoun asked.

            Yibo shook his head.

            Seungyoun curved his lips. “So maybe your preference isn’t about boys or girls physically.”

            Yibo nodded. He agreed on this. Great attitude and characters didn’t come from gender. It came from a good heart regardless the gender.

Yibo threw his gaze again below at the students who was walking here and there. Some of them simply sat on the soft grass and chatted happily. People said that high school phases were the most wonderful phases in our life. The phases where we can shine, make friends, fall in love, get into troubles and start to take that small step for your future.

            “Seungyoun…” Yibo called him.

            “What…?”

            “I want you to promise me…”

            Seungyoun didn’t answer. He just looked at Yibo, as serious as Yibo looked at him.

            “Whatever happens, don’t fight Xiao Zhan. I promised your dad to keep you away from trouble. And now, promise me that you will keep yourself from trouble so your dad won’t send you back to Korea.”

            Seungyoun curved his lips and then grinned. “Okay. Besides, if my dad sends me to Korea, I wouldn’t be able to witness your first kiss, with either a boy or a girl…”

            “Asshole…” Yibo muttered.

            “Yibo…!” someone called him.

            Yibo turned his head and saw Wenhan walking towards him.

            “Wenhan…!” Seungyoun called back.

            “I looked for you at the canteen but you weren’t there,” Wenhan said.

            “Oh…” Yibo replied shortly.

            “You were looking for Yibo?” Seungyoun knitted his eyebrows and looked at Yibo.

            Wenhan nodded and smiled, handed him a paper bag.

            Yibo’s eye twitched. “What?”

            “For you…”

            Yibo looked at Seungyoun who grinned awkwardly. “Yibo-ya… Wenhan gave you something. Why don’t you just take it?”

            But Yibo didn’t move. He just looked at Wenhan in confusion.

            Wenhan chuckled. “Okay, okay… don’t be that suspicious!” And then he pulled out folded white material from the paper bag and unfolded it.

            The white-shirt uniform.

            Yibo widened his eyes as if asking ‘how’, involuntary unfolded his arms.

            “Whoooaa…!” Seungyoun abruptly took the shirt. “Wenhan, you got a new shirt for Yibo…!”

            Wenhan looked at Seungyoun, and then at Yibo. “Having a new uniform isn’t easy, but luckily the Discipline Committee was willing to help.” Wenhan put the paper bag on the floor.

            Yibo bowed his head. “Thank’s. But you don’t really have to do this. We’re changing uniform next week tho.”

            The autum was nearly over and the temperature was getting colder. When the winter came, the students would change their shirt-blazer uniform into shirt-sweater uniform.

            “I know. But you’re gonna need it sooner or later.” Wenhan grinned sheepishly. “I’m glad I can do something.”

            “Mmn.” Yibo was about to say something when suddenly a familiar pair of fierce eyes stared at him over Wenhan’s shoulder through the window.

            “Bye, then…” Wenhan said, snapped Yibo to look back at him.

            “Thank’s, Wenhan…!” Seungyoun replied.

            Yibo then looked outside the window to find those eyes again, but they were gone.

            “Wenhan likes you…” Seungyoun grinned teasingly, nudged Yibo.

            Yibo turned to look at him. “Jerk.” And then Yibo snatched the shirt.

            “Wenhan likes you…” Seungyoun teased him again.

            Yibo rolled his eyes, grabbed the paper bag and shoved the shirt inside.

            “Wenhan likes you…” Seungyoun chuckled, followed Yibo to his seat.

            “Yeah, yeah…”

 

***

 

            Yibo involuntary roamed his eyes around the grass field at the main entrance on the next day. They walked to the academic building because Yibo hasn’t bought a new skateboard yet but they promised to look for a new one this weekend.

            “That asshole isn’t here,” said Seungyoun.

            Ah… So Seungyoun also looked for him.

            Yibo nodded. “Mmn.”

            “But he could be anywhere,” Seungyoun said again. “Don’t forget our plan, okay?”

            Yibo didn’t reply. When they were in the dorm earlier, Seungyoun took Yibo’s money and shoved it into his bag. “Remember, when that asshole came, I will run so you have to deal with him alone. But that’s the only way to save your money.”

            And Yibo seriously found that idea stupid. Why should bother to plan something?

            “He wasn’t even there…” Yibo said when they reached the class.

            “I was just trying to save your money…” Seungyoun said while giving back Yibo’s money.

            Yibo took the money and shoved it into his pocket pants.

            The bell rang and the students ran to the field. Seungyoun took their uniforms and put them along the girls’ uniform hoping Xiao Zhan wouldn’t find them.

            Today would be the last time they had PE at the outdoor field. They did the medley relay. Yibo and Seungyoun refused to be in the same team but both took the last person of the relay.

            Yibo’s team was a few second ahead, but the stick fell down accidentally when the second person handed the third person, and that made Seungyoun’s team won.

            Seungyoun jumped and shook his ass stupidly while grabbing Yibo, and Yibo had to pull away with so much efforts. But Seungyoun didn’t give up. He put his arm around his shoulder and ruffled his hair, shouted, “Choooo Seungyooouuuunnn…!!!”

            The girls laughed at their stupid actions but that only made Seungyoun act even sillier.

            Yibo was be able to entangle himself finally and kicked his ass. “Dork!”

            Seungyoun laughed and kicked him back.

            Yibo rolled his eyes and walked out of the field, froze when he noticed a figured was looking at him from afar with a piercing look and Yibo couldn’t look awat.

            Seungyoun came to him, smacked his back, still with his laugh.

            Yibo was snapped back and turned to look at Seungyoun.

            Seungyoun dragged him to sit on the ground, and when Yibo looked back at the figure, he was already gone.

           

***

 

            Finally weekend come. After making some notes at the Students Affairs, Yibo and Seungyoun got permission to go out of the school area. Actually, with the winter they were having, it was almost impossible for Yibo to use it. But Seungyoun insisted that it would be better to buy it now.

            They were intended to visit only skateboards shops, but after roaming the city, they thought it would be a pity if they went back to the dorm this early. So in the end, they went here and there, bought these and those, watched movies and got back to the dorm just a few minutes before the curfew.

            Sunday morning, Yibo noticed that the snow hasn’t fallen yet eventhough the weather was already cold. So he decided played his skateboard with Seungyoun after breakfast near the dormitory building. He bought a Monster Energy skateboard, black dope design with a big M in the middle of the board and word Monster above the letter M. It was black and simple, just like he always liked.

            Yibo slid fast behind Seungyoun, moved zigzag and jumped, doing an Ollie.

            Seungyoun didn’t want to loose. He swung his feet against the pavement and did the Ollie. “Wooooooo…!” he shouted excitedly, then landed perfectly. “I jumped higher that you!”

            Yibo stomped on the edge of his skateboard and caught it. “You’re just lucky!”

            “Hey, let me try yours,” Seungyoun said while taking Yibo’s board.

            Yibo handed the board and took Seungyoun’s, slid behind him.

            “The wheels are so smooth…!” Seungyoun shouted.

            Yibo was intended to answer but the sound of the wheels of their skateboards would make it wasted. He then made a U-turn and slid into the dorm field, jumped off of Seungyoun’s skateboard. He slumped against the pavement and pulled out a tumbler from his backpack, drank it eagerly. After moved around that much, he didn’t feel that cold. With a long breath, he let himself fall backward, lied flat on his back.

            Yibo was enjoying the shapes of the white clouds when he realized he was being watched. He slowly roamed his surrounding and stopped when he caught a figure in the dormitory building.

            It was Xiao Zhan – standing by the window on the sixth floor, looking at him.

            Yibo propped on both his elbows, looking back at him. He involuntary pouted in annoyance when he recalled this asshole’s attitudes towards him. Why would he bully him and get him into troubles if he found something he disliked about him? Wouldn’t it be better if he just reprimanded him?

            Yibo tilted his head. The more he looked at Xiao Zhan, the more he couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He realized that Xiao Zhan was standing really far but he could imagine how he would look at him with those eyes.

            Yibo didn’t understand his own thinking. Xiao Zhan was a total asshole and he hated him for that. But somehow, he always liked it when Xiao Zhan looked at him intensely. Deep down, he liked the feeling of being captivated and dominated.                                                  

            Yibo shook his head and smacked his own cheek. What the hell was wrong with him? Did he just imagine being dominated by that asshole? That worst asshole who always picked a fight with him!

            Yibo turned his head to look at that figure again, but he was gone. It was always like that – when Yibo averted his eyes, Xiao Zhan would vanish.

            Yibo lied back again and closed his eyes, involuntary napped while waiting Seungyoun.

           

***

 

            Yibo stood behind the counter, looked at the food in confusion.

            Seungyoun has already put his food on his tray.

            Yibo took a peek and decided to just have the same menu with him.

            Seungyoun walked to an empty table while Yibo was still filling his tumbler with free-refill green tea.

            Yibo was walking to the table when suddenly Xiao Zhan blocked his way; his boys were behind him as usual. He stared at Xiao Zhan coldly.

            Xiao Zhan smirked, “How sweet of you, Wang-dog!” Suddenly he took Yibo’s tray and then walked away, laughing.

            Yibo gritted his teeth; involuntary opened the lid of his tumbler and spilled the warm green tea onto Xiao Zhan’s head.

            Seeing this, Chuyue spontaneously grabbed Yibo’s wrist and landed a punch on his face, made Yibo wobbled. The tumbler fell onto the floor with a loud clang.

            Xiao Zhan’s jaw tightened, slowly turned around.

            Yibo wiped the blood on his lips, smirked. He straightened up his body and was ready to fight when he heard loud bump; Seungyoun was fighting with Zhao Lei and Jiacheng.

            It was all too late to stop this now.

            Xiao Zhan threw the tray annoyingly and launched himself at Yibo.

            Yibo was about to punch him when Chuyue smacked his back with another tray, followed by Xiao Zhan’s hard punch against his face, made him slumped onto the floor.

            “Do you need a referee for this fight?” suddenly a loud voice butted in. It was Yixuan, with Sungjoo behind him.

            “That asshole punched Yibo!” Seungyoun shouted. He stood behind Xiao Zhan, managed to stop fighting with Zhao Lei and Jiacheng. He was a mess with swollen lips and spikey hair.

            Yixuan looked at Xiao Zhan, demanding an answer.

            Yibo got up and looked at Xiao Zhan angrily, gently rubbed his swollen cheek.

            “Do you think I should do nothing when he spilled the water on me?” Xiao Zhan replied calmly. His eyes never left Yibo.

            “And why did you spill water on him?” Sungjoo asked Yibo, stood up next to him.

            “Because he snatched my lunch tray,” Yibo replied.

            “Did I?” Xiao Zhan snickered.

            Yibo was about to answer when he realized that Xiao Zhan did take the tray but he didn’t use violence nor threatened him with any weapon. Logically Yibo was the one who started the fight by spilling the water.

            “He did!” Seungyoun shouted.

            Yibo looked at Seungyoun silently. This was bad. Eventhough Xiao Zhan was the bad guy, but all the faults now were on him.

            “How?” Yixuan asked Seungyoun.

            “He just took it from Yibo!” Seungyoun replied in annoyance.

            “Simply took it?” Yixuan asked again.

            Yibo shot a look at Seungyoun, signaling him to shut up, but seemed like Seungyoun didn’t get it.

            “He took it…” Sungyoun walked towards Yixuan, and then replayed the scene. “Like this.”

            Yibo brushed back his hair, cursed silently.

            Yixuan nodded and turned to look at Yibo. “You,” then to Seungyoun, “And you. Discipline Committee. Now.”

           

            “I thought I have told you,” Sungjoo looked at Yibo in disbelieved.

            Yibo nodded.

            “But it was him who picked the fight!” Seungyoun said in annoyance.

            “But you fought back not in a smart way,” Sungjoo replied.

            Seungyoun started to grumble in Korean and once in a while Sungjoo cut him also in Korean, made Yibo and Yixuan watch them like idiots. Yibo actually understood what they were saying but chose to comment nothing.

            “Can you give me a minute to find a translator?” Yixuan butted in, made Sungjoo and Seungyoun stop.

            “The point is we’re not guilty!” Seungyoun pouted, folded his arms against his chest.

            “Guilty or not, but technically you started the fight,” Yixuan said. “And that made you have one point of collision.”

            “You should be careful, because if you got three points even before the semester ended, we will send you to the Discipline Court,” Sungjoo added.

            “I understand,” Yibo nodded. “I’m sorry.”

            “This is ridiculous…” Seungyoun muttered in annoyance.

            Yibo bowed and then dragged Seungyoun out of the Discipline Committee to the basketball practice.

            “That asshole is definitely smart,” said Seungyoun. He was done changing and waiting for Yibo.

            “Hey, you guys okay?” Wenhan came into the locker room.

            Yibo nodded. “Mmn.” He got up and was ready.

            “We’re fine…” Seungyoun answered lazily.

            Wenhan looked at Yibo tentatively. “You got cut,” he said gesturing Yibo’s lips and then his cheek. “You need some ice?”

            Yibo shook his head. “I’m fine.”

            “Try to avoid him next time, Yibo…” Wenhan said worriedly.

            Yibo didn’t reply.

            “It was always him who picks on Yibo!” Seungyoun got up and walked out of the locker room.

            Yibo was about to follow Seungyoun when Wenhan stopped him.

            “Promise me to never go near him again,” Wenhan said seriously.

            Yibo looked at Wenhan in confusion, but nodded anyway. Eventhough he didn’t go near that asshole, but it was him who came to him, every time!

            Practice at basketball club was still running and sprinting. This time Yibo and Seungyoun were at the top and second list the fastest.

            “Do you think we would be in the same team?” Seungyoun asked while collecting the balls and put them into a giant container. The practice was over and the second year got their schedule to clear up the gym.

            “But I don’t wanna be in the same team with you,” Yibo said, threw a ball at him.

            Seungyoun caught it. “Why?” And tossed it into the container.

            Yibo grabbed another ball. “I don’t know. I want to try to battle.”

            Seungyoun grinned. “Sounds cool.”

            Yibo collected the balls faster and threw them one by one at Seungyoun who caught it also faster.

            “I’m hungry,” Seungyoun said when they were out of the building.

            “Yeah, me too,” Yibo said, then remembered that they didn’t even have the lunch because of the fight.

            Done with basketball club, they went to the canteen to have early dinner and maybe bought some snack for later.

            Yibo shoved his empty plates and pulled out his books to check on his homework – luckily he only got only one.

            “Then you have to help with mine,” Seungyoun said.

            “Tch!” Yibo snorted.

            Suddenly a group of boys joined their table, cramped Yibo and Seungyoun in the middle. Yibo involuntary lifted his face to look at their face and immediately tightened his jaw when he realized that it was Xiao Zhan, sat right next to him.

            “Asshole…” Seungyoun mumbled, then glared at the boys.

            Xiao Zhan handed him some books. “I want them done by tomorrow. No mistake.”
            Yibo looked at the books and then at his face. “I don’t think I owe you anything.”

            “How naïve you are! Luckily I only want you to do my homework as the compensation for spilling the drink,” Xiao Zhan said calmly.

            “Are you so stupid to have Yibo do your homework, asshole?” Seungyoun barked annoyingly.

            Xiao Zhan looked sharply at Seungyoun. “Do you think your boyfriend is that stupid to have you talk for him?”

            Seungyoun was about to talk back when Yibo cut him.

            “What makes you think I’d do it?” Yibo asked.

            “Because you don’t want the Discipline Committee add another faults on you…” Xiao Zhan said. He got up and squeezed Yibo’s shoulder hard. “Right, dog?” he whispered while chuckling lightly, walked away.

            Yibo looked at the Seungyoun annoyingly.

            Seungyoun stared back, also in annoyance. “Why do you have to look at me like that?”

            Yibo didn’t reply. He collected the books and shoved them into his bag.

            “I so want to punch that ugly face!” Seungyoun shouted, made the other students at the canteen stared in surprise at him.

            Reaching his dorm, Yibo tossed his bag and hit the shower.  If that asshole thought that Yibo was afraid of the Discipline Committee, then he was so damn wrong!

 

***

 

Yibo grabbed his bag and being the last one out of the dorm, he locked the door. He didn’t understand what was it about him that made Xiao Zhan hate him so much.

Yibo didn’t see Xiao Zhan. Instead, he spotted Chuyue at the Fountain Park. He walked towards him and handed the books.

            Chuyue took a fast look at the pages. “You didn’t do the homework.”

            Yibo shrugged. “Why should I?”

            Chuyue closed the book. “You got balls.”

            Yibo snickered.

            “Don’t be so cocky!” Chuyue said while walking away.

            Yibo shoved his hands into his pockets and walked to the academic building. Even though he tried to look calm, but inside he was alarmed on what would happen today. And he challenged that.

            Yibo spotted Chuyue after lunch break, walking into his directioin and thought this was it. Chuyue made his way between the students and blocked Yibo’s way.

            Yibo now was face to face with Chuyue, Seungyoun was beside him.

            “What—“ Seungyoun said, but Chuyue pointed his finger at his face, cut him off.

            Seungyoun glared but closed his mouth.

            Chuyue now looked at Yibo, moved his pointer from Seungyoun’s face to Yibo’s chest, pushed him to walk backwards.

            “Yibo—“ Seungyoun said again, but Chuyue immediately turned around and gave him a look.

            “Xiao Zhan-dage only wants to talk to him. You are excluded,” Chuyue said.

            Yibo gestured Seungyoun to go to the class and then stared at Chuyue. “I’ll go.”

            Chuyue walked ahead and Yibo followed him taking the stairs to the rooftop.

            Xiao Zhan was standing in the middle of the rooftop, folded arms and irritated look. There was also Gu Jiacheng behind him.

            Chuyue stopped and gestured Yibo to keep walking closer to Xiao Zhan.

            Yibo locked his gaze with Xiao Zhan. That guy looked so irritated that Yibo could see the tensed muscle along his jaw. Without warning, Xiao Zhan fist landed on his already swollen cheek.

            Yibo was startled, staggered but didn’t slump. He groaned deep in his throat from the stung.

            “Dog…” Xiao Zhan moved closer, again with another punch, but Yibo managed to hold it. He hit Xiao Zhan back, right on his cheek.

            Chuyue and Jiacheng came to hold Yibo.

            Xiao Zhan brushed his jaw slowly.

            Yibo struggled to break free but Chuyue and Jiacheng held his hands tight. He finally stopped trying.

            Xiao Zhan walked closer until their faces were inches apart. From this close, Yibo could smell his sharp and masculine smell of musk and cedar wood. His black eyes locked his eyes sharply, and Yibo felt the sudden realization that he liked being dominated by those eyes. Gently he cupped Yibo’s nape and squeezed it with his left hand, gently at first and got tighter increasingly.

            Yibo suddenly felt the hair on his nape stands, followed by the goosebumps all over his body.

            Wow… this was new feeling – the throb and the nervousness at the same time!

            Yibo struggled again, tried to let go Xiao Zhan’s hand of off his nape. But Xiao Zhan squeezed it harder while dragging Yibo’s chin rested on his shoulder. Yibo slowly felt the hurt from his nape crept down, turned into nausea. Without any warning, Xiao Zhan sent some punches with his right hand against the pit of Yibo’s stomach.

            Yibo choked, slumped onto the ground on both his hands and knees when Xiao Zhan let him go. He tried to breath but he couldn’t get rid of the nausea which made him finally throw up – unloading all his lunch.

            Xiao Zhan got down on his knee beside him and grabbed Yibo’s hair and tugged his head up. “When I told you to do something, do it properly. Dog!”

            Yibo clenched shut his eyes from the blinded sunlight and coughed hard when Xiao Zhan let go of his hair, spitted out whatever that was left in his stomach. Then he heard the door to the rooftop being opened in a loud bang.

            “Yibo!”

            Yibo heard Seungyoun’s voice and frictions of footsteps walking away. Then he felt Seungyoung’s hand on his back.

            “Yibo?” Seungyoun called him again.

            “Yibo…?”

            Yibo heard another voice, but he couldn’t register the owner. He was too dizzy.

            “Can you get up?” Seungyoun asked.

            Yibo slowly lifted his face and wiped his mouth.

            “Here…”

            Yibo turned around and between his half-opened eyelids, he realized that it was Wenhan handing him some tissue.

            Yibo took it and wiped his mouth. Even now when he could sit properly, the nausea still didn’t leave and he couldn’t even say anything.

            “We should take him to the Care Unit,” Wenhan said.

            “Okay, I’ll carry him,” Seungyoun said.

             Slumped against Seungyoun’s back, Yibo was being taken to the Care Unit.

            “You can go, I’ll take care of him,” Wenhan said to Seungyoun.

            Seungyoun was hesitated.

“Don’t avoid classes,” Wenhan said.

            Seungyoun finally nodded and ran back to the class.

            Yibo curled weakly, buried his face into the pillow while rubbing the pit of his stomach softly.

            “Try this,” Wenhan gave him eucalyptus oil. “It will make your nausea gone.”

            Yibo took it and applied in on his stomach.

            “What have you done?” Wenhan said while having a seat on a chair next to the bed.

            Yibo didn’t reply. He handed him the eucalyptus oil and tried to sit up, rested his back against the headboard.

            “Why did he bully you?” Wenhan asked again.

            Yibo shook his head.

            “Seungyoun looked for me in panic,” Wenhan suddenly said. “He said Xiao Zhan took you. I said to him that Xiao Zhan might just want to talk but Seungyoun was furious. He said that you might be in danger and I needed to help you.”

            Yibo didn’t say anything.

            “Feeling better?” Wenhan asked.

            Yibo nodded.

            “You want something sweet to drink?”

            Another nod.

            “You wait here.”

            Wenhan went to make a glass of warm tea with honey and let Yibo drink it slowly to the last drop.

Seungyoun came to pick Yibo at the Care Unit at the end of fifth session, and with Wenhan notes that he was sick, Yibo was allowed to go back to the dorm, skipped his sixth and seventh session.

Seungyoun grabbed Yibo’s hand, only to put it around his shoulder to support Yibo.

Even though the nausea was gone, he didn’t refuse Seungyoun’s support. He was walking down the stairs when he felt like someone was watching his back intensely. He silently turned his head and spotted Xiao Zhan was looking at him between the pillars.

Xiao Zhan’s eyes went straight to his soul, made him shiver. He tried to avert his eyes, but he couldn’t. Not until Xiao Zhan walked away.

“Wenhan was really worry about you,” Seungyoun said when they were in their room.

Yibo climbed up to his bed and curled, ignoring Seungyoun.

“He really likes you, you know that?” Seungyoun climbed up to Yibo’s bed and cramped him.

Yibo kicked him to get down but Seungyoun kicked him back.

“You hear me?” Seungyoun kicked him again.

Yibo, refused to reply, took the pillow to cover his face and suddenly Xiao Zhan’s dominating eyes appeared, made him shiver. He hated himself right now. He hated how he liked and hated Xiao Zhan at the same time.

“Oi, you okay?” Seungyoun asked.

“Fuck off…” Yibo muttered.

“Bastard!”

 

***

 

            Yibo and Seungyoun were walking to their class when they met Wenhan.

            “Good morning, …!” Seungyoun greeted cheerfully.

            “Good morning,” Yibo greeted shortly.

            “Good morning…” Wenhan replied, and then looked at Yibo. “How are you feeling today?”

            “Eh, Yibo… you talk with Wenhan, okay? I have something to do!” Seungyoun grinned and patted his back before running away.

            Yibo looked at him in annoyance before turning to look at Wenhan. “I’m okay.”

            “Come on, I’ll walk you to class…”  

            Yibo knitted his eyebrows in confusion. Why should Wenhan say those lines? Their classes were next to each other, so technically they would just walk together.

            “You and Seungyoun are pretty close,” Wenhan said.

            Yibo nodded, shoved his hands into the pocket pants. “We went to the same junior high school.”

            “Aah… no wonder.”

            “Mmn. His dad has business here.”

            “The same as Sungjoo. His dad works here, in the Korean embassy, and that made him practically lived here.”

            “Mmn.”

            “And judging from your skill, you must have joined basketball before.”

            “Mmn. In the junior high school.”

            “Also with Seungyoun?”

            Yibo nodded.

            “Well, we’re here…” Wenhan said.

            “Mmn.”

            “See you at club.”

            “Mmn.” Yibo nodded and walked into the classroom where he caught Seungyoun smiling from his seat, teasing him.

            “I don’t mind if he wants to talk,” Yibo said tossing his bag onto the table and sat down. “I just wish I didn’t have to answer all the questions. Feels like I’m in a job interview.”

            Seungyoun laughed. “It’s normal. He wants to know about you.”

            “Then he can ask anybody.”

            “Who?”

            “You.”

            Seungyoun’s eye twitched. “He wants to have a conversation with you!”

            “I don’t want conversations.”

            Seungyoun gapped. He knew well Yibo’s attitude tho. “Then what? You’d rather him drag and kiss you instead?”

            Yibo shot him an irritated look.

            “Oi, Yibo-ya…?” Seungyoun stretched forward himself, gestured Yibo to get closer.

            Yibo stretched forward himself and had their faces close to each other.

            “Seriously asking, do you like him?” Seungyoun asked in a low tone. “Even a bit?”

            Yibo shook his head.

            Seungyoun involuntary widened his eyes. “Why?”

            Yibo knitted his eyebrows. “No like is no like. Should I have reasons for that?” And then Yibo pulled away.

            Seungyoun looked at him in confusion. “But he’s handsome, smart, great basketball skill, also… has power in this school and most of all, he cares about you.”

            “Then what?”

            “Then what, what?”

            “Those should make me like him? You care about me too. Should I like you?”

            Seungyoun tilted his head, tried to say something. “Ah… stupid…” He finally gave up talking.

 

            Yibo was so ready to kick Seungyoun if he tried to cue him and Wenhan during basketball practice, and luckily he didn’t. But still, Seungyoun was so lively during practice. Yibo really had to double-check him because he acted so sweet and attentive to everybody.

            “ Yibo, I can’t walk with you,” Seungyoun said when practice over.

            “Oh…” Yibo raised his eyebrows. “Since when did you ask my permission?”

            Seungyoun grinned and gestured someone behind him.

            Yibo tilted his head and took a look over his shoulder – a girl, and then he grinned. So the reason behind his lively attitude during practice was to get her attention. This dork! “Don’t mess up with her.”

            “What mess up?” Seungyoun chuckled while smacking Yibo’s upper arm, and then walked away.

            Yibo grabbed his bag, slung it around his torso and walked away.

            “Yibo, wait!”

            Yibo turned around and saw Wenhan half-running towards him.

            “You walked alone? Where is Seungyoun?” Wenhan asked.

            “He’s with a girl,” Yibo replied.

            “You want me… to… walk you?” Wenhan asked hesitantly.

            Yibo involuntary shook his head. “No need. I’m not a kid.”

            “You sure?”

            “Mmn.”

            “Okay, then. Be careful.”

            “Mmn.” Yibo then walked away. This started to get awkward.

            Yibo was walking along the pathway to the dormitory building when suddenly he heard thunder blaring. He looked up at the sky as the rain started to pour. Rain in the winter?

            Yibo walked faster when the rain started to pour. He climbed down the stairs that led to the Fountain Park and only took a few steps when suddenly he saw a figure standing in front of him.

            Xiao Zhan. He was standing in the rain with hands in his pockets jacket. His hair and uniform-shirt was soaked but he didn’t seem to care.

            Yibo averted his gaze and continued walking. He purposely walked into his direction, refused to show him his discomfort. He didn’t flinch even an inch when their shoulder brushed against each other hard.

            Yibo was so ready to receive a punch, so when he felt a grip around his wrist, he didn’t budge, even when Xiao Zhan grasped the collar of Yibo’s jacket with his right hand.

            Yibo wasn’t ready for the attack from Xiao Zhan’s eyes on him. He struggled, put his hands against Xiao Zhan’s chest and tried to push him away but Xiao Zhan’s grasp on his jacket was so tight. Yibo didn’t lose hope. He stomped on Xiao Zhan’s foot a few times before kicking his legs.

            Xiao Zhan lost his grasp on Yibo’s wrist because the water made it slippery and Yibo used this chance to push him once again and ran to the dorm, as fast as he could, jumped over plants and bushes, zigzag between trees, sliped a few times because of the pools of water – anything to leave Xiao Zhan behind.

            Yibo thought he was winning until he felt a tug on his bag that made him fell down. He abruptly got up and a punch suddenly landed on his left cheek.

            Yibo, again, slumped on the pool of water on his ass. His eyes looked at Xiao Zhan who was towering him. In irritation, he got up, let go of his bag and tossed it onto the ice, before his jacket.

            Xiao Zhan did the same before taking his steps closer and gave him a punch. But Yibo was faster – he caught his fist and gave him a knee against his stomach.

            Xiao Zhan groaned a bit. Rubbing his stomach, he smirked and launched himself at Yibo – one hand grabbed the front of his shirt and one hand punched his stomach.

            Yibo had his hands covering his stomach, at the same time lifting his knee up to aim Xiao Zhan stomach again.

            Xiao Zhan blocked his knee with his free hand and Yibo abruptly grasped the collar of his uniform shirt and tugged him away.

            Technically speaking, this was actually an equal fight. But the rain made them looked stupid because it was slippery and also the pools of water made them stood unstably. Both Yibo and Xiao Zhan couldn’t reach each other’s vital areas.

            Yibo swallowed hard. His energy started to drain. After the running practice at the basketball club, he felt his feet started to weaken. Not to mention the cold weather that was starting to sting into his bone with its coldness and freeze him to death. He grasped Xiao Zhan’s collar tightly, looked at his eyes annoyingly.

            The water dropped down along Xiao Zhan’s delicate face, to his neck and his now exposed chest. His eyes looked at him fiercely through those long and wet bangs, and the way he panted, letting out warm breath between those half-opened wet swollen lips.

            And Yibo felt that again; the throbbing in his heart, followed by the excitement and the nervousness.

            Fuck! This wasn’t right.

            Yibo clenched shut his eyes, refused to see the visual. He groaned deep and pushed Xiao Zhan as hard as he could, but Xiao Zhan pushed him back and that made them fall onto the muddy ground.

            Yibo choked from the hard bump and involuntary opened his eyes, only to gasp when he saw Xiao Zhan’s face was so close, only one breath away. His panic rose on realization that Xiao Zhan’s body was on top of him, and he abruptly moved his hands randomly on Xiao Zhan’s torso – tried to find anything to grasp to push him away.

            Being on top, made Xiao Zhan easily punched Yibo’s face and then caught his wrist, pinned him down.

            Yibo groaned in frustration, both from the hurt on his face and the anger. He used all his energy, trying to lift his pinned hands. There was no way he would give up to this asshole.

            Xiao Zhan pinned harder, with now both his feet were on each side of Yibo’s body, locked him.

            Yibo finally stopped struggling, shot him an angry look. “What do you want?”

            But Xiao Zhan didn’t say anything. He just stared down at Yibo, panting.

            Yibo swallowed hard and involuntary licked his lips, couldn’t deny that he loved this position right now – being pinned down hard. Never thought that he was such a submissive pervert who actually loved being dominated by Xiao Zhan. And suddenly the world was slowing down. Xiao Zhan’s delicate face moved like a slow motion; his blinks, his twitch on the eye, his breathing, his parted lips and the drops of water that were dripping down his curved nose.

            Wait, what?

            Fuck!

            The sanity came like a flood into his brain. With all his willpower, he pushed Xiao Zhan away and got up abruptly, panting heavily. Without taking another glance at Xiao Zhan, he hurriedly grabbed his bag and jacket, and ran to the dormitory, leaving Xiao Zhan smirking in the rain.

            Zifan and Jiacheng were in shock to see Yibo. His shirt was wet and also dirty. Not to mention red-crimson wounds on his lips, his swelled cheek and red marks around the wrists from the tight grip.

            “Y-yib-bo…?” Jiaceng looked at him in horror.

            “Yibo, you okay?” Zifan hurriedly helped Yibo with his bag.

            “Mmn.” Yibo didn’t realize that he was shaking from the cold until he took off his shoes. “Just put it there,” he said with gritted teeth, gestured Zifan to put his bag at the entry because they were dripping wet. “Where is Seungyoun?”

            “He’s not home yet…” Jiacheng said.

            Good, Yibo thought. He didn’t want to face Seungyoun right now.

Yibo hurriedly walked into the bathroom, taking his clothes off and stepped into the cubicle. He turned on the hot shower and slumped on the floor tiles weakly, let the drops warm him up and clear his mind.

What the hell had just happened?

           

***

 

            “You… fell…” Seungyoun said when they had breakfast at the dorm canteen.

            Yibo nodded. He blew some air into the porridge before scoop it and shoved it into his mouth carefully not to touch the wounds. After the long hot shower, Yibo unloaded his bag. The freezing-state-after made him wear two long-sleeve shirts beneath a thick sweater and socks before crawling onto his bed and covered himself with the blanket, pretending to be sleeping when Seungyoun came back after dinner in excitement because the first now has already fallen right after the rain. He didn’t bother to have dinner.

            “And your face bumped onto the ground?” Seungyoun asked again.

            Yibo nodded again.

            Seungyoun swallowed the food and look at Yibo in annoyance. “Do you think I’d believe that?”

            Yibo shrugged.

            “Screw you, Yibo!” Seungyoun blurted angrily. “You had a fight with him.”

            Yibo knew that Seungyoun only want a confirmation since he knew well what exactly had happened, more or less.

            “Did the Discipline Committee get you?”

            “It was outside the school,” Yibo finally answered. He didn’t make it clear that he fought though.

            “What? How?”

            Yibo didn’t answer. He just couldn’t tell Seungyoun that Xiao Zhan pinned him hard and he loved it. What a pervert he was! Besides, he felt the pain on his face every time he talked.

            His messy face made Wenhan gapped when he saw him and before he could ask anything, Yibo walked away and left him to Seungyoun.  

            His messy face also caught the teacher’s attention. She asked Yibo to go to the Care Unit but Yibo convinced her that he was fine. She didn’t bother to force Yibo and started with the lesson. She was explaining when the classroom speaker beeped and the headmaster voice was heard, asking her to come to his office. She asked the students to solve some questionings from the book before excusing herself.

            Yibo did it fast. Twirling the pen with his fingers, he leaned back and threw his gaze outside the window; some school workers were clearing up the field from the snow that starting to get thick. Then he spotted Xiao Zhan walking across the field with Chuyue. Once in a while, he would ruffle his hair to get rid of the snow while talking. Yibo gasped when he saw Xiao Zhan smiling.

            The asshole Xiao Zhan was smiling cheerfully while Chuyue talking.

            Yibo was snapped when Seungyoun tapped his hand on Yibo’s desk. “What?”

            “Let me see your book…” Seungyoun grinned, gestured him the book.

            Yibo smacked his hand. “No.”

            “Oh, come on…”

            “No.” Yibo snatched his book.

            Seungyoun stared at him and then looked down at the field. “You were watching him?”

            “No.”

            “You were watching him!”

            Yibo rolled his eyes and kicked Seungyoun’s chair.

“Bastard!” Seungyoun mouthed Yibo and continued writing.

            Yibo looked down again. Xiao Zhan was even paler in the snow. His hair was jet-black contrast with skin. His cheeks were red from the cold and once in a while he huffed and blew to warm himself up.

            Yibo frowned silently. How a handsome guy could be so annoying?

            Thinking about Xiao Zhan, Yibo realized that Xiao Zhan’s class was actually far from his. Their academic building was in U shape and their departments were across each other, separated by the park. For Xiao Zhan to come to his department actually took some efforts.

            Why would he intentionally come here just to mess with him?

            Yibo brushed his hair back and folded his arms on his chest, still watching him, when suddenly Xiao Zhan looked up and caught his eyes.

            Yibo spontaneously averted his gaze, sat properly with both hands on his desk and pulled away himself further from the window. He wasn’t going to let Xiao Zhan acknowledge that he had been watching him.

            Luckily, the teacher came in so he could get back his focus on the lesson and get rid of that asshole.

            The pain made Yibo lost his appetite and so at the lunch break, he stayed in the class. Actually, that was most of the students did because the field was full of snow and it was freezing outside. Feeling like a mess, he put his head down on the table, using his hands as the pillow and plugged in the earphone. Soft drums played and he closed his eyes.

            Suddenly he felt a gently pat on his shoulder and when he looked up, it was Wenhan.

            “Hey…” He smiled and sat on Seungyoun’s seat.

            Yibo turned off the song and plugged out the earphone. “Mmn.”

            Wenhan put a box of sandwiches and a bottle of mineral water in front of him. “You okay?”

            Yibo looked at the food in confusion and nodded.

            Wenhan looked at him tentatively. “That hurts?” he gestured Yibo’s wound.

            Yibo took a deep breath and leaned back. “Not really.”

            Wenhan nodded. “I got you sandwich. You need to eat something.”

            “Thank’s.”

            “I can report that to the Discipline Committee, if you like…”

            Yibo didn’t reply. He must be not the only one with swelled cheek and cut lips and if Wenhan wanted to report this to the Discipline Committee, this would be a two-sides fight. No point in reporting. Besides, boys fought. Who didn’t? “Report what?”

            “That you got hit?”

            “By who?”

            “We both know who.”

            “Any evidence?”

            “Don’t you have any?”

            Yibo sighed and brushed back his hair. “No need reporting then.”

            “Why do you seem to protect him?” Wenhan asked sharply.

            Yibo knitted his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

            “Everybody knows what he did to you, yet you didn’t wanna report him.”

            No reply.

            “What is between you and him?”

            What… is between him… and Xiao Zhan? Nothing. Why Wenhan asked such question?

            “Did he threat you on something?”

            “No.”

            “Did he promise you something?”

            “No.”

            “Did you owe him?”

            “No.” Yibo looked at Wenhan offended. What the hell with all those questions?

            Wenhan was about to say something when Seungyoun walked in and greeted him in a stupid way.

            “Weenhaaaaaaannn…!!!” Seungyoun shouted in one breath as soon as he saw him.

            The other students shouted back at Seungyoun for making ruckus but Seungyoun proudly smiled.

            “Hey, you brought Yibo lunch!” Seungyoun claimed and sat on the desk behind Yibo, put his hands around Yibo’s shoulder.

            “Yeah…” Wenhan nodded coldy, and then got up. “I’m going then. Take care, Yibo.” He waved a little at Seungyoun and walked out of the class.

            “You’re not gonna eat that?” Seungyoun asked after a moment of silence.

            Yibo didn’t answer. He threw his gaze outside.

            Seungyoun jumped off of the table and sat on his seat, facing Yibo. “Did he ask you stupid questions?”

            Yibo rolled his eyes, made Seungyoun chuckle.

            “Thought so!” Seungyoun opened the box, smiled and closed it again. “He was looking for you at the canteen. Asking me if you’re okay.”

            “You can eat that,” Yibo said while pushing the lunch at Seungyoun.

            “Oh, no! He specially bought this for you!” Seungyoun teased Yibo.

            Yibo shot a look, made Seungyoun laughed. “Then throw it away.”

            “Yibo so meeeaaannn…” Seungyoun whined and then grabbed the lunch.

            “Accompany me to the library after school?” Yibo asked in a sudden.

            Seungyoun curved his lips, thinking. “Okay. We can watch that new skateboard technics again.”

            Yibo shook his head. “No. I need to look for some books this time.”

            “Fine, whatever…”

           

            “So, what books are you looking for?” Seungyoun whispered. He followed Yibo’s gaze at the Ancient Chinesse shelves.

            “Bamboo Annals,” Yibo replied.     

            “What…?” Seungyoun knitted his eyebrows. “What the hell is that?”

            Yibo tilted his head and roamed all the books on the shelf. “It’s a chronicle of ancient China.”

            “And why would you want to read that?”

            “For the elective course.”

            “Elective course is at the end of the year.”

            “So what?”

            “You gotta be kidding me…”

            Yibo didn’t reply. He knew that end of the year was long enough but they would have Lunar New Year holiday for three weeks on February and they would be sent home, and during that holiday, Yibo wanted to have just fun.  Besides, this ancient Chinese wasn’t an easy task because there was so much to talk about from the Xia Dynasty around 2070 BC until the reign of the King of Qin Ying Zheng in 214 BC.

            Yibo grabbed some books needed. He turned around to find Seungyoun but he wasn’t there. He knitted his eyebrows, peeking at the public desks and snorted when he spotted him talking to a girl – it was the girl at the basketball club. He then continued his searching peacefully without any disturbance.

            An hour later, the librarian announced that it was closing time and Yibo took the books to the counter to have her note them. He took a glance at Seungyoun who was already walking out of the library with the girl.

            “Yibo…” Seungyoun tapped his shoulder when he was at the locker to get his bag.

            “Mmn?”

            “Can I ask you a favor?”

            Yibo looked at him in disbelieved. “Since when you are so polite?”

            “Come on, man!” Seungyoun grinned sheepishly.

            “What?”

            “Can we walk Chen Yu to the girls’ dorm?”

            Yibo slung the bag, raised his eyebrows. “What?”

            “Because she’s too shy to walk just the two of us!”

            Yibo walked away and noticed that she was indeed alone. “Where are her friends?”

            “They went ahead her.”

            Yibo curved his lips. Ah, this was so boring! Being the third wheel between your best friend and his crush.

            “Come on…!” Seungyoun dragged Yibo, didn’t bother to wait for his answer.

            Yibo walked lazily behind them along the pathway to the girls’ dorm, hands stuck inside his pockets jacket. This was the millennium era but why this kind of girl was still existed? Shouldn’t she be happy because she could have time alone with Seungyoun without her friends eavesdropping and disturbing them?

            Reaching the girls’ dorm, Seungyoun forced Yibo to have dinner with them. It was even more troublesome because Chen Yu’s friends noticed Yibo and they didn’t wanna loose their chance to have dinner with him.

            Yibo took all his efforts to refuse them politely, also with a glare at Seungyoun, gesturing him to save his ass.

            “Girls…!” Seungyoun said finally. “Yibo has a lot of homework to do. He can’t have dinner with us tonight.”

            Yibo grinned sheepishly.

            “How about next time, Wang-laoshi?”

            “Yeah… maybe at the weekend?”

            Yibo smiled flatly. “Let’s see.”

            “Bye, Wang-laoshi…!”

            “Can I have your number?”

            “Don’t forget this weekend!”

            Yibo hurriedly walked out of the canteen. Geezzee… girls could be scary sometimes, Yibo thought. They would attack you in unison, grabbed you in a sudden and pleaded – Yibo shivered.

            Ah, it was already dark but the snow covering the school made the view beautiful; all white in the dark. Yibo inhaled deeply while hugging himself tighter, felt the cold breeze filling his lungs. He snorted; that stupid Seungyoun really gave up to his hormones when he fell in love. But that was normal though. Boys with hormones were powerful.

            Yibo crossed the Fountain Park. The snow around it reflected the blue light and made the fountain glowed. He took a peek at the water that now has turned to ice. He was tapping his fingers on the ice when suddenly something choked his neck – someone was strangling him from behind.

            Yibo tried to fight back, but the man’s strong hands around his neck and shoulder made him hard to move,  and the man easily dragged Yibo into the maple trees.

            Yibo thought the man was giving up when he felt his hands loosened. He turned around and was about to fight back when suddenly was pushed hard until his back hit a tree.

            The man grabbed the collar of Yibo’s jacket and brought his face inches away from Yibo’s. That was when Yibo noticed a pair of dominating eyes piercing into his soul.

            Xiao Zhan?

            The masculine smell of musk and cedar wood sneaked into his brain sharply and lingered toxically.

            Xiao Zhan.

            Yibo swallowed hard and felt the shiver creeping up his body. He put his hands against his chest, tried to push him away. But Xiao Zhan was faster – leaned in and put his lips on Yibo’s.

            Yibo gasped. It took a moment before he finally realized that Xiao Zhan was kissing him. He pushed him, but Xiao Zhan grasped his collar tightly and was kissing him hard. His sanity was slowly fainting when Xiao Zhan opened his mouth and bit his lips eagerly while putting his weight against Yibo’s to stop him from struggling so hard.

            Yibo slowly stopped struggling as the throb in his heart was getting louder and intense. He couldn’t resist Xiao Zhan’s dominance and hot breath as he panted against Yibo’s lips, made his feet weak. Yibo’s rejection against his chest also slowly turned into tight grasp as he kissed him back.

Fuck it, Yibo thought. He knew he might be turning crazy but he couldn’t resist the feeling to bite back those lips.

He kissed Yibo passionately and Yibo couldn’t help kissing him back. It was too much for a first kiss but Yibo didn’t care – he gave back as much as he received, savoring the taste of the first kiss.

The kiss stopped and Xiao Zhan pulled away slowly. Yibo could see how bright those eyes were and he didn’t mind drowning in them. A satisfied smirk appeared in Xiao Zhan’s face and with a gently pat on his cheek as a goodbye, he walked away into the darkness, leaving Yibo alone, panting and in haze.

Yibo has already curled on his bed when Seungyoun got back. He heard him talking with Jiacheng and Zifan but he wasn’t intended to join them. He let out a long breath and closed his eyes, feeling feverish from the ghost of Xiao Zhan lips against his.

Why did Xiao Zhan kiss him? He thought he hated him. What kind of hate was that?

Yibo climbed down his bed slowly in the next morning, scratched his head as he yawned. “Morning…” he mumbled at Seungyoun when he noticed him stepping out of the bathroom.

            “Mor—“ Seungyoun stopped when he saw Yibo. He grasped his upper arm and looked at him in concerned.

            Yibo looked back at him in confusion. “What?”

            “Did you fight again?” Seungyoun asked seriously.

            “Fight with who?” Yibo widened his eyes.

            “Do you really need to ask?”

            Yibo raised one of his eyebrows, didn’t understand.

            “That…” Seungyoun pointed at his wounded lips. “Did you meet him last night and fight?”

            Yibo softly brushed the wound and gulped. “Ah, this…”

            “That!” Seungyoun confirmed.

            Yibo pushed Seungyoun away and walked into the bathroom. “I fell.”

            “Don’t kidding me, bastard!” Seungyoun asked in a high tone, woke Jiacheng and Zifan up.

            “Why is it everytime I let you walk alone and then you fell?” Seungyoun followed Yibo to the bathroom.

            Yibo brushed his teeth slowly, shivered silently when he accidentally touched the wound – pain and pleasure creeping up.  

            “Oi!” Seungyoun kicked his ass.

            “Fuck off!” Yibo muttered while shoving Seungyoun out of the bathroom and washed his face.

 

***

 

            Yibo stole a glance at Seungyoun who was sulking, chewing slowly his lunch, once a while eyed him an irritated look.

            Seungyoun turned to look at Yibo, twitched his eyes. “That asshole keeps looking at you!”

            “So?”

            “Did you do something that pissed him off yesterday?”

            Yibo raised his eyebrows. “No. Why?”

            Seungyoun shoved his food into his mouth furiously and chewed it fast. “Because that asshole seems like so ready to kill you.”

            “How should I know?” Yibo replied shortly. He silently stole a glance at Xiao Zhan, only to avert his eyes seconds later because Xiao Zhan was indeed looking at him – so ready to kill him. Or maybe eat him.

            “Or, maybe he’s thinking of another way to mess with you!”

            Yibo took a deep breath. He stacked their empty plates on the tray and drank his water. “Can you just stop assuming things?”

            Seungyoun turned around to face Yibo. “Something happened between him and you…”  He then gave Yibo a judgemental look, “and yet you refuse to tell me. You even protected him.”

            Yibo was taken aback. “Something… like what?”

            “I don’t know! I’m hoping you’d tell me!”

            Yibo didn’t reply, He let his eyes wander around the canteen.

            “What about that night?”

            Yibo knitted his eyebrows. “I told you. I fell.”

            “Then tell me, right into my eyes, that you really fell!”

            Yibo turned around and looked at Seungyoun in the eye seriously. “I fell.”

            There was a moment of silence – just both of them looked into each other’s eyes before finally Yibo opened his mouth, “Happy?”

            Seungyoun snorted. “You are such a good liar, Yibo.”

            Yibo didn’t reply. Seungyoun really knew him.

            “Fine! You’re not a kid anymore. Just do what you like!” Seungyoun said again.

            “Just focus on your girl!” Yibo replied.

            “I will. And when I’m officially dating her, I’m done with you!”

            Yibo chuckled sarcastically, gained a smack on the head from Seungyoun. He gulped down his water before getting up and followed Seungyoun out of the canteen.

            Actually, Yibo was curious as well because that day he felt Xiao Zhan’s eyes on him intensely different. Not the same intenseness he used to feel, but the kind of intenseness as if he wanted to devour him. He wouldn’t have really cared actually if the kiss didn’t happen because now he started to think that Xiao Zhan might like him. And he wouldn’t deny that he started to like him too. And hated him.

            Ah, that stupid asshole! This crazy crush teenager stuff was messing with his mind and he hated this restlessness.

            Yibo slung his bag around his torso and walked to basketball practice.

            “Oi!” Seungyoun called Yibo.

            Yibo turned to see him.

            “I got an idea for my elective course,” Seugyoun said.

            Yibo raised his eyebrows.

            “Modeling.”

            Yibo didn’t reply, but his flat expression just made Seungyoun frowned.

            “What’s with that expression?” Seungyoun confronted Yibo.  

             “Nothing’s with my expression.”

            “Your expression was annoying.”

            “My face is annoying. Thank you.”

            “I’m aware!” claimed Seungyoung.

            They walked into the boys’ locker room and saw Wenhan there.

            “Wenhan…!” claimed Seungyoun.

            “Hey…” Wenhan replied shortly, immediately averted his gaze when he saw Yibo.

            “What’s wrong with him?” Sengyoun whispered, nudging Yibo’s upper arm.

            “Huh?” Yibo turned around to look at Wenhan but he was already out of the lockers room. “What’s with him?”

            “Didn’t you see his expression?”

            “No. Why should I?”

            “Maaann… you’re so ignorance sometimes…” Seungyoun frowned. “Or stupidly dense.”

            “Why would I check on him?” Yibo looked at Seungyoun in confusion.

            Seungyoun opened his mouth to say something but unfortunately he couldn’t find proper words to describe Wenhan’s expression. So he finally waved his hand hopelessly and walked out of the lockers room.

            The coach divided them into four groups and they practiced passing, and Yibo was in the same group with Wenhan. During that practice, Wenhan seemed to avoid talking to him and actually not that Yibo care though, but he found that Seungyoun was right. Wenhan kept his distance with him and also averted his eyes a lot every time Yibo looked at him.

            “Did I do something wrong?” Yibo said when they were in the dorm. He climbed onto his bed and lied flat.

            Seungyoun stared at him from the bed across. “Looks like you did many wrong things accidentally.”

            Yibo took a peek at the bed below him. “Where are Jiacheng and Zifan?”

            “They said they were having a study group,” Seungyoun replied. He grabbed the pillow and put it against the wall before he leaned back and played with his phone. “It’s been three days.”

            “What three days?”

            “Looks like that asshole stops harassing you,” Seungyoun said without taking off his eyes of the phone.

            Yibo didn’t reply. Honestly, for the last three days, Yibo felt like Xiao Zhan was everywhere, with his eyes on him intensely that made his heart skipped a beat. Once in a while he caught him staring between the trees or pillars.

            Seungyoun groaned in disappointment; looked like he was loosing.

            Yibo turned to curl on his side, with his back facing the wall, just when his phone buzzed. He stretched up his hand to find his phone by the pillow and noticed a message.

            Yibo froze when he clicked it – it was a photo of him laughing while walking after basketball practice this afternoon. The sun was already at the west and showering him with his orange ray of light, making his hair looked soft brunette in the white of December snow. His eyes lit brightly with a big smile on his face – he looked like a photo model for a teen sport magazine!

            Yibo checked on the sender but it was an unknown number.

            Was it Xiao Zhan? And now he knew his phone number? What the fuck!

            Yibo turned off his phone and sneaked it under his pillow. He slowly turned to the other side to avoid Seungyoun’s eyes. Eventhough he was still playing with his phone seriously, Yibo didn’t want to risk being caught. He didn’t want  to answer questions.

           

            “Yibo…” Seungyoun called him hesitantly when they were walking into the corridor the next morning.

            “Mmn…?” Yibo replied casually.

            “Why is everybody looking at you?” Seungyoun asked in confusion.

            “How should I know?” Yibo replied. He was about to turn into the main hallway when Seungyoun grabbed his wrist.

            Yibo abruptly stopped and looked at where Seungyoun pointed.

            There. On the school main board at the hallway, displayed the photo of him that was sent to his phone at the night before. In A5 print paper. High-resolution. With words ‘Orange Sunset’ on the right bottom corner.

            Yibo froze.

            “What the hell…” Seungyoun muttered.

            Yibo swallowed hard.

            “You looked like a professional model!”

            Yibo knitted his eyebrows and looked at him. “Huh?”

            “You looked so damn handsome, Yibo!”

            “Bullshit…” Yibo mumbled, was about to rip the photo when Seungyoun held him.

            “Are you crazy?” Seungyoun asked.

            “Are YOU crazy?” Yibo repeated.

            “But you looked good. What’s wrong with it?”

            Yibo rolled his eyes and gave up when Seungyoun pushed him away from the board to the classroom.

            It must be Xiao Zhan. The feeling of being stalked now made sense. But why? Why did he have to do that?

            Yibo took his phone out of his pocket pants and took a look at the photo again. Xiao Zhan must have used a high-definition long-lens camera to catch this quality photo from afar. And how come he didn’t notice it?

            Yibo frowned when he saw another copy on the board at the canteen. Girls were whispering while looking at him, and even Jiacheng and Zifan joined his table.

            “Yibo, you are really the topic of the day!” Zifan said.

            “Of course he deserves tho!” Seungyoun claimed, smacked Yibo’s back.

            “Did you take a photoshot?” Jiacheng asked.

            “No.” Yibo let out a sigh. This attention really made him suffocated.

            “I made up my mind!” Seungyoun said.

            “What?”

            “I wanna make you into my object analyze on my modeling elective course!” Seungyoun smiled widely.

            “Fuck off…” Yibo mumbled. He ate slowly and ignored whatever Seungyoung chatted with Jiacheng and Zifan. He lifted his gaze and roamed the people in the canteen silently.

            And his eyes landed on a pair of bright eyes looking at him.

            Yibo gulped down, averted his eyes. He remembered Yixuan said that third year had their private place for having lunch. But why did he see Xiao Zhan often in the canteen lately. Didn’t he have his private place?

            “Seriously…” Seungyoun said. He put his pointer under Yibo’s chin and lifted his face proudly. “Don’t you think his side profile is so damn hot?”

            “Ayy!” Yibo pulled away his face from Seungyoun’s pointer and his eyes involuntary landed on Xiao Zhan again.

            Xiao Zhan knitted his eyebrows and his eye twitched. His look turned sharp and didn’t seem like what he was watching right now.

            Yibo looked down at his food immediately. But the feeling of Xiao Zhan’s eyes on him felt so intense that he lifted his eyes and looked at him again.

            Xiao Zhan was still looking at him in irriation.

            Yibo knitted his eyebrows. What? Did he do something wrong?

            Xiao Zhan tilted his head and shot him a silent glare.

            Yibo involuntary let out a breath and licked his bottom lip. What?

            Yibo slowly averted his eyes from Xiao Zhan and looked at his food again. Ah, that asshole made his appetite gone. He shoved his lunch tray slowly.

            “I held him like this,” suddenly Seungyoun said, grabbed Yibo’s wrist and raised it high. “And finally the teacher saw us!”

            Yibo looked at Seungyoun clueless while Jiacheng and Zifan were listening in excitement. Turned out that Seungyoun was telling them about the skateboard competition when they were in junior high school.

            “Then at the festival, the teacher gave us the chance to show some skills on the stage…” Seungyoun said again.

            Yibo turned his face, ignoring Seungyoun who was blabbering about their skateboard stuff. He brought his eyes to Xiao Zhan again who was still looking at him sharply. With confusion, he curved his lips and his eyes landed on Seungyoun’s hand that was gripping his wrist, and then slowly looked at Xiao Zhan again, and at his wrist again, and at Seungyoun, and then at Xiao Zhan again.

            Xiao Zhan glared at him because Seungyoun was gripping his wrist?

            Yibo tugged his hand and brought it on the table in front of him before checking on Xiao Zhan again.

            And Xiao Zhan was smirking happily.

            With a disbelieved snort, Yibo averted his gaze before finally got up and walked out of the canteen in annoyance.

            That fucking bastard! He glared at him just because Seungyoun was gripping his wrist? Just because he kissed him once then he owned him?

            Yibo sat down on his chair quietly and then plugged the earphone into his ear.

            “Oi!” Seungyoun hit his desk, made Yibo jumped and turned off his phone.

            “What?” Yibo asked him, plugging out the earphone.

            “What is wrong with you?” Seungyoun claimed.

            “Nothing.”

            “You left me angrily!”

            “Huh?”

            Seungyoun shot him a disbelieve look. “You left me angrily,” Seungyoun repeated his words.

            “I didn’t.”

            “You did.”

            “No.”

            “Fuck yes!”

            YIbo let out a sigh. “No. I wasn’t angry at anyone.”

            Seungyoun looked at him seriously.

            “Not angry, okay?”

            “Yibo?”

            Yibo lifted his face and looked at Seungyoun.

            “You okay?”

            “Mmn.”

            “Sure?”

            “Mmn.”

            Seungyoun nodded. “Fine…” he replied.

            Yibo stared at Seungyoun’s back as he walking out of the classroom.

 

***

 

Yibo walked out of the classroom when Seungyoun caught him.

“I need to grab some books before the club,” Seungyoun said to Yibo who nodded and followed him to the locker.

Seungyoun opened his locker and froze – his locker was full of slush. “What the fuck…?” he gapped and then groaned annoyingly, made all the students around him stop walking and take a look.

            Yibo touched the slush and smelled it. “Chocolate milkshake,” he said shortly.

            “But how?” Seungyoun touched the locker-door and took a close look furiously. “How did the hell the slush get in?”

            Yibo looked at his messy books. Was it Xiao Zhan? But why Seungyoun now?

            “That asshole!” Seungyoun shouted angrily.

            Yibo took his books and checked on them. “It was only the cover.” He emptied the locker and put all the books on the floor, checking them one by one.

            Seungyoun grumpily did what Yibo was doing.

            “What are you guys doing?” a voice came.

            Yibo looked up and it was Sungjoo.

            “Ah… hyung!” Seungyoun claimed while getting up, and then furiously explained in Korean.

            “What now…?” a voice came, again.

            Yibo looked around and it was Wenhan this time.

            “That asshole…” Seungyoun said. “He picked me this time.”

            Wenhan sighed and squatted down beside Yibo. “I told you not to get close to him,” he said softly while helping checking on Seungyoun’s books.

            Yibo didn’t reply.

            “Can’t the Discipline Committee do something?” Seungyoun asked at Sungjoo.

            “I’ve told you, you need evidence,” Sungjoo replied, looked at Seungyoun seriously.

            “How?” Wenhan got up. “That guy was too smart.”

            “Set a trap?” Seungyoun asked.

            Sungjoo tilted his head, thinking. “Let me talk about this with Xuan-ge.”

            “He better has a solution,” Wenhan said sarcastically.

            “Let me accompany you to the dorm,” Yibo finally said while carrying Sengyoun’s books.

            “Take your time,” Wenhan said.

            “See you at the club!” Seungyoun shared the books with Yibo and walked away.

            Yibo walked behind Seungyoun who was pouting, silently spotted a figure staring at him from afar. With an irritated look, Yibo stared back at him, confronting.

            Xiao Zhan looked at him coldly but didn’t challenge him either.

            Yibo gritted his teeth and averted his eyes. If he didn’t like him, then come to him. Why should pick on Seungyoun?

            “He’s third year. We can’t change that,” Wenhan said on their way after basketball club. He was walking with Yibo while Seungyoun was ahead of them.

            Yibo forced a smile when Wenhan smiled at him.

            “I’m worried about you,” Wenhan said.

            “Why?” Yibo asked involuntary.

            “It’s normal to worry about a friend, right?” Wenhan asked back nervously.

            “Riiggghtt…!” Seungyoun caught up.

            “But I’m not a kid,” Yibo said, mostly to Seungyoun.

            Seungyoun turned around and walked besides Yibo, his hand around his shoulder. “Friends take care of each other. Simple.”

            Yibo looked at him but Seungyoun shot a look, gestured him to shut up.

            “Yes, friends take care each other,” Wenhan added.

            Yibo said nothing. He stole a glance at Seungyoun who was grinning sheepishly.

            “Hey, New Year’s coming,” Seungyoun said. “You got any plan, Wenhan?”

            Wenhan shook his head. “Not really. We only got one day off and that would be too troublesome to plan anything.”

            “But we got to see fireworks tho?” Seungyoun asked again.

            “Yeah, there would be fireworks…” Wenhan replied.

            “Cool. Let’s watch it, Yibo!” Seungyuon turned to see Yibo.

            “Mmn.”

            “You can go to the Beijing Square to watch it. Or, you can just go to the rooftop and you can see the fireworks from there,” Wenhan said.

            “Oh…? Watching the fireworks from the rooftop sounds cool.” Seungyoun plopped himself on the couch at the public area when they reached the dormitory building.

            Wenhan took his seat across Seungyoun. “It is.”

            Yibo put his bag. “I’m going to the canteen to buy some drinks. You want some?” he asked Seungyoun and Wenhan.

            “Pepsi,” Seungyoun replied shortly while Wenhan shook his head, gesturing Yibo his mineral water.

            Yibo walked into the canteen and went straight to the drinks counter. “Excuse-me, I want fruity-tea and Pepsi.”

            “Xiao Zhan-ge is waiting,” suddenly a voice came.

            Yibo turned around and saw Gu Jiacheng standing next to him.

            Gu Jiacheng shot him a look when he didn’t react.

            Yibo took the fruity-tea and Pepsi the waiter handed him.

            “I don’t want to force you,” Gu Jiacheng said again, blocking his way.

            Yibo looked up at him. “Where?”

            “Outside.”

            Yibo was hesitant at first but then he thought this might be the chance to ask him why he harassed Seungyoun. “Wait.”

            Yibo came towards Seungyoun and handed him the Pepsi. “You go ahead to the room. I have something to do.” And without waiting for Seungyoun’s answer, Yibo walked out of the dormitory building with Gu Jiacheng.

            They went to the field at the back of the dormitory building and Yibo spotted Xiao Zhan standing alone who gestured Jiacheng to leave them alone as soon as Yibo was near him.

            Xiao Zhan looked at him casually, leaning backward against the building wall with his hands inside his pocket pants. Even in the dimmed light of park-bulbs, Yibo could see how gorgeous he was and he felt like he was loosing his breath.

            Finally, they were standing face to face and having a decent conversation.

            “What do you want?” Yibo asked straightforward.

            Xiao Zhan bowed his head and looked at his shoes, smirking. “Sometimes I don’t know what I should do to you.”

            “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” Yibo asked.

            “Oh…?” Xiao Zhan looked up at him. “How so?”

            “Why did you pick on Seungyoun?”

            “Seungyoun… your Korean boyfriend?”

            “He’s not my boyfriend.”

            Xiao Zhan smiled wickedly and walked towards Yibo. “Really?”

            Yibo looked at Xiao Zhan. Anticipating from being too close, he took steps backwards.

            “And what exactly have I done to him?” Xiao Zhan stopped walking.

            Yibo also stopped walking. “Should I remind you?”

            “Actually no, because I don’t care what happened to him. But since you think it was me who did it, now I’m curious.”

            “You threw chocolate-milkshake slushy into his locker.”

            “And what makes you think it was me?”

            “Who else?”

            “Could be anybody.”

            “Don’t play stupid.”

            Xiao Zhan’s eyes suddenly turned sharp and annoyed. “I didn’t do it.”

            Yibo didn’t reply. He could only look at Xiao Zhan, speechless.

            Xiao Zhan pulled out his hands out of his pocket and folded them on his chest. “Sometimes I wanna punch you,” he said, while giving Yibo his fist. “But sometimes, I wanna kiss you.”

            Yibo choked a breath. “You’re talking bullshit.”

“I really wanted to kiss you when I saw you at the canteen, but after hearing your accusation on me, that I harassed your Korean boyfriend, I am really insulted and I think I wanna punch you right now. ”

            “Tch! He’s not my boyfriend. And stop wasting my time.”

            Xiao Zhan snickered.

            “Stop acting like you own me.”

            Xiao Zhan laughed mockingly.

            “Don’t think just because you are my first kiss and then I belong to you,” Yibo said in annoyance.

            Xiao Zhan suddenly stopped laughing. He tilted his head and looked at Yibo in disbelieved.

            “This is pointless,” Yibo said, shaking his head and turned around. He was about to walk away when Xiao Zhan grabbed him by the wrist.

            “Wait.”

            Yibo abruptly tugged free his hand and looked at Xiao Zhan.

            “Wait,” Xiao Zhan repeated.

            “What?”

            “What did you say?”

            Yibo was taken aback. “What?”

            “Those lines.”

            “Which lines?”

            Xiao Zhan took steps closer and grasped both Yibo’s wrists.

            Yibo choked a breath and tried to let go.

            “Say it.”

            “Say what?” Yibo’s voice suddenly turned husky as his heart was starting to beat faster from Xiao Zhan’s intoxicating smell. He gritted his teeth and struggled to let go.

            Xiao Zhan tightened his grip. “Say it, then I’ll let go,” he said in a low and serious tone.

            Yibo stopped struggling. “Say what?”

            “That I’m your first kiss?”

            Yibo’s eye twitched.

            “Is that true?”

            Yibo swallowed hard. “What do you care?”

            Xiao Zhan locked his gaze, demanding an answer.

            Yibo turned his head, avoiding Xiao Zhan’s eyes. He wouldn’t escape if he got drowned in them.

            “Say it.”

            “Fine,” Yibo finally replied, without looking into Xiao Zhan’s eyes. “You are my first kiss.”

            Xiao Zhan didn’t answer.

            “That is my first kiss.”

            “…”

            “Now let go.”

            Xiao Zhan slowly let go, but still had his eyes on Yibo.

            Yibo swallowed hard, tried to catch his breath. “If you really hate me, you can do whatever you want. Just stop getting everybody else involved. Let Seungyoun go.”

            Xiao Zhan tilted his head and looked at Yibo in insult. “I didn’t do it.”

            “Whatever.”

            “I don’t care about anybody else.”

            Yibo turned around and was about to walk when Xiao Zhan grabbed the back collar of his jacket. Involuntary, he turned around and gave Xiao Zhan a punch on his cheek.

            Xiao Zhan groaned low, rubbing softly his cheek.

            “Don’t touch me,” Yibo said.

            Xiao Zhan snickered, and then laughed. “I bet I can change your mind once I get to touch you.”

            Yibo suddenly felt shiver imagining Xiao Zhan touching him. He knew that Xiao Zhan was right. He wouldn’t escape once he got to touch him – Xiao Zhan was too much for him to handle. “Stay away from me.”

            Xiao Zhan laughed.

            Yibo turned around and walked away, choked a breath when he heard Xiao Zhan saying, “I’ll definitely make you mine.”