Taeyong pov

When I arrive to my class, the teacher has already began his teaching.
I knock hardly on the door before opening it.
«Excuse me sir, I'm late, I wasn't feeling well. I'm sorry.»

The teacher sighs before letting me in, telling me to hurry up.
I sit next to Johnny and take my notebook out of my bag.

«Where were you? Why are you late?»
Johnny asks, whispering without getting his eyes off of the board.

I stay silence for probably two minutes, deep in my thoughts.

Should I tell Johnny about what happened with Mr. Ten?
Fuck it.
I take a little piece of paper for writing on it, I know i absolutely can't say that out loud.

I summarize in few sentences what happened before sliding the paper under the notebook of Johnny, hoping to not get caught by the teacher.
As he reads his eyes open wide and his jaw drops.

«What the fuck Tae'!»
Johnny whispers-screams, making the row of students in front of us looking at us.

«Shut the fuck up.»
I whispers as I put my hand on his mouth, forcing him to shut up.

«We're skipping the next classes of this morning Tae'. We really need to talk.»
Johnny says. It looks more like an order than a proposition.
I look at his face and try to read his facial expression, he doesn't look angry or disappointed.
He looks more like worried.

I spent all the rest of the class deep in
my thoughts, my notebook's page still blank.
Johnny grabs my arms to make me hurry to get out of the room as soon as the school's bell rings.

«Where are we going John'?»
I ask as he's dragging me toward the parking.

«My place. My parents not here, it's closer than your place.»
Johnny answers.

I never been to Johnny's place before. He doesn't talk a lot about his family.
I know he has a younger brother named Mark. I know that his parents are still deeply in love and they work a lot too. But that's all I know.

«We're here.»
He says, parking the car in the drive of a big yellow house.

«Your house is nice John'.»
I say, my eyes focused on the warm yellow color.

«Maybe not as luxurious as yours but big enough for us.»
Johnny unlocks the door and I follow him inside. We take off our shoes and go upstairs.

«This is my room.»
The walls of the room are painted in a sweet pale blue. His walls are covered with posters and pictures.
I look closer at the pictures.
There's this girl with him in almost every picture. She has long hair with a bang, tall with a pretty face.

«Who's this girl?»
I ask him, curious. He had never talked about her before.

«This was Lisa, she was my best friend since we were like 4, we were neighbors when we met.»
He stops to take a deep and loud breath.
«She died two years ago. A lung cancer. I was devastated.
I miss her.»
His voice cracks at the end of his sentence and he closes his eyes.

I put my arms around him, pulling him into a hug.
«Do you want to cuddle a bit?»
I ask softly to cheer him up as I put a lock of his hair behind his ear.

He nods his head and we lie down without breaking our hug.
His feet are warm and make my cold skin shiver.

Johnny suddenly breaks the silence of the room.
«Now you're going to tell me everything that happened with Mr. Ten.»

I nod my head and start.
«He wanted to ask me if I was okay after my panic attack yesterday.
I didn't tell what happened, I just thanked him for helping me and keeping all this secret.
And I don't know why but my eyes were stuck on his beautiful face, I felt enchanted by his beauty.
I'm serious John' how the fuck can someone could be this good looking?»

«Is he better looking than me?»
Johnny asks, visibly amused by the situation.

«Of course he is. You look like a potato next to him.»
I crush his cheeks between my hands to empathize my words.

We both laugh out loud at the image of a potato with Johnny's face on it.

«And after.»
I continue.
«To comfort me he caressed my cheek. Fuck I almost moaned at his touch. I couldn't resist and I kissed him. It felt so wrong but so right at the same time.»

«Did he reject you?»

«No, he moved back a bit at first, but he gave up and responded to my kiss.»
It feel even more insane to tell that out loud.

«Please tell he didn't fuck you on his desk.»
Johnny yells hysterically.

«What the fuck Johnny! No!»
I yell back, offended, before blowing him with a pillow.

Johnny tries to open his mouth to answer but I blow him a pillow again before he could talk.
And this is how we passed the next hour, pillow fighting like teenager girls, yelling and laughing in all the house.

We are laying down on his bed, trying to get our breaths back, our bodies still shaking by the adrenaline.

«You know John, since I'm friend with you, I have less and less suicidal thoughts.»
It's almost a whisper, but Johnny hears it.

His hand is playing with locks of my hair, making my eyes closing in ease.
«I'm glad I help you with that. You're my best friend, I just want you to be happy.»

I turn my head to look at him and just send him a smile. No words are needed to express our thoughts.
We stay like that for a while, on his bed, his hand in my hair and me, huddled in his warm embrace.

«What are you going to do with Mr. Ten?»
He asks, broking the comforting silence.

«I dunno John'. What should I do in your opinion?»

«Maybe, if you stay discreet, you could maybe continue to make out as you want. It could be beneficial for your mental health to have someone to make out with.»

«Seriously, you're supporting me on that?»
I ask, completely surprised.

«Ok that's a bit illegal but if you don't get caught maybe it could be a good thing for you to have this kind of relationship.»
He stops for five seconds before continuing.
«But the real question is: what kind of relationship do you want with Mr. Ten?
You want him as what? A real boyfriend? Or more of a fuck buddy?»

He's right, I have to think about this before else.
What do I really want from Ten?

After this discussion, we decided to also skip all the afternoon classes too and at 7PM Johnny dropped me off at my place.

I insisted for him to keep my mom's car with him, in case of an emergency he's the only one of us to have a driver license.

I'm making me a salad in the kitchen when I'm getting interrupt by my phone.
When I see the picture of my mom on the screen I immediately pick up, my heart beating faster.

«Hi mom!»
I say, enthusiast.

«[Hi sweetheart, I call to check on you and tell you we're going to be at home this weekend.]»
I can tell she's smiling by her tone.

«How much time you're staying?»

«[Sadly, we're staying just Saturday and Sunday, but I promise we'll be doing things together!]»
She tries to cheer me up again, she knows that I'm sad by them staying only two days.

«Okay fine, at what time your plane's landing? I could come at the airport if you want.»

«[Our plane will land at 7AM on Saturday morning. Don't you have school on Saturday morning?]»

«No mom I don't have school on Saturday morning.
I could come get you at the airport with my best friend, he has his driver license.»

«[Oh yes we'll be very happy if you're introduce your best friend to us!]»
I can imagine my mom jumping at the thought of me finally having friends.

«Okay we'll be at the airport at 7AM Saturday, and my friend's name is Johnny, he's from Chicago.»

«[We look forward to see you sweetheart! Kisses!]»
I smile at the enthusiastic but sweet voice of my mom.

«Kisses mom, kiss dad for me too.»
I tell before hanging up.

I'm going back to the kitchen to finish what I was doing when my phone rings again. I don't look who this is before answering, probably my mom who forgot to tell me something earlier.
«Yes?»

«[Faggot, I need your help.]»

«...Jaehyun?»

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bonjour,

here's the chapter of today!
hope you all still like my story.
i'm asking again because i can't decide by myself lmao: do you guys prefer a sad or happy ending???

anyway,
next chapter wednesday , please look forward to it!

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