I WANT YOU

The morning sun shone brightly across the school courtyard, casting long shadows over the worn brick path. The gentle breeze carried the scent of fresh grass and dew—one of those mornings that felt full of promise.

Jungwon and Kwon arrived at school just as the bell rang, their bags slung lazily over their shoulders. They slipped into their seats, blending into the usual classroom chatter. Whispers floated around them—rumors of a big weekend party hosted by one of the seniors.

Jungwon arched an eyebrow at Kwon but said nothing. They had bigger priorities.

"Do you want to go?" Kwon asked casually, not looking up from his notebook.

"No," Jungwon replied, shaking his head. "We came here to focus. Parties can wait."

Kwon nodded in agreement. They were both committed to excelling academically, even if that meant missing out on some of the typical high school fun.

Sport Time:

The bell rang again, signaling the start of physical education. The entire class made their way to the track field, a wide space bordered by tall fencing and the distant buzz of other students in gym class.

Jungwon and Kwon changed into their sportswear and joined the rest. The seniors were already at the track, laughing, stretching, and tossing a ball back and forth. A few of them greeted the boys warmly. It had taken time, but Jungwon and Kwon had grown comfortable around these older students.

As they joined in on the light activities, Kwon suddenly paused. "I'll be right back," he said, making his way toward the restroom.

Jungwon stayed behind, now surrounded by chatting seniors. Yet, a strange tension started to pull at his senses. It wasn't fear—more like… awareness.

He felt it. A gaze.

Turning slowly, his eyes locked with someone across the field—Sechan.

The tall senior stood a few paces away, hands tucked in his pockets, unmoving, expression unreadable.

Jungwon's breath caught. Why was he looking at him like that?

Uncomfortable, Jungwon made an excuse to leave and slipped away toward the changing room. He wasn't sure why, but he needed space. He needed to breathe.

The Changing Room Encounter:

The room was quiet, lined with steel lockers and benches. Jungwon peeled off his sportswear, grabbing his uniform. The silence was calming—until he heard it.

Footsteps.

He turned, shirt in hand—and froze.

Sechan.

Leaning against the locker with his arms crossed, his tall frame nearly blending into the shadows of the dim room. Jungwon's eyes widened in surprise but quickly looked away, trying to act unfazed.

He continued dressing, trying to ignore the growing tension. But he felt it—Sechan's eyes on him, burning with something unreadable.

As Jungwon adjusted his collar and turned to leave, he bumped—hard—into Sechan's chest.

"Ow…" he mumbled, taking a step back.

Sechan didn't move. His gaze dropped down to Jungwon's.

"I see you like bumping into me," he said in a deep, low tone.

Jungwon scowled. "What were you doing standing behind me like that?"

Sechan leaned forward, bending slightly to meet his eyes. "Hey… look at me."

Jungwon's breath hitched. They were close. Too close.

He looked up—into eyes that were dark, intense, and frighteningly focused.

Sechan wasn't blinking.

His gaze traced the curves of Jungwon's features—the smoothness of his skin, the curve of his lips. Jungwon felt like a deer caught in headlights, unsure whether to move or speak.

Then, suddenly—bang!

Sechan slammed a fist against the locker behind Jungwon. The noise echoed in the room, making Jungwon flinch.

"Hey!" Jungwon shoved at his chest, furious. "What are you doing? Are you out of your mind?!"

Sechan didn't respond right away. He just stood there, looking down at Jungwon like he was trying to understand something inside himself.

Jungwon didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed his things and stormed out, heart pounding.

Meanwhile, in the Restroom…

Kwon was rinsing his hands in the cold water, humming softly to himself. The restroom was empty—or so he thought.

As he turned to leave, he stopped.

Someone was standing in the doorway.

Tall. Smirking.

Tae.

Kwon blinked. "Excuse me," he said politely, trying to move past him.

Tae didn't budge.

Kwon sighed and finally looked up. "Hey, what are you doing?"

Tae's grin widened. "So you do remember me."

Kwon nodded slowly. "You came to my class once… You said your name was… hmmm…"

As he tried to recall, Tae stepped forward.

Kwon instinctively stepped back.

Another step forward. Kwon moved again. His back hit the sink.

Cornered.

Tae placed a hand on the counter beside him, leaning in slightly. "I'm disappointed. I didn't think you'd forget my name so easily."

Kwon's breath quickened. "Look, I don't know what game you're playing, but—"

"Relax," Tae said, voice low. "I'm not here to hurt you."

"Then what are you—"

Tae tilted his head, staring into Kwon's eyes. "My name's Tae," he whispered, lips close to his ear.

Then softly—teasingly—he added, "And what if I said I want you?"

He bit Kwon's ear, just a light graze—but enough to send shivers through him.

Kwon gasped. His whole body stiffened.

He shoved Tae back, his cheeks flaming red. "What are you doing?! Are you insane?!"

Tae just chuckled, watching him. "You're blushing," he said, amused.

"No, I'm not!" Kwon insisted, but he touched his cheek—and realized it was burning hot.

Without another word, he turned and bolted.

Tae stood there, hands in his pockets, watching him disappear with a smirk.

"Interesting," he whispered to himself. "Very interesting."