bad boys do it well ★/ drabble.
Pairing: krisho
Rating: pg-13
Word Count: 440 words
Summay: Joonmyeon is class president and Yifan, well, is very far from it.
Author's Note: Shitty little thing for Jen. So proud of myself for not making this become a full out novel.
Being class president wouldn’t be so hard for Joonmyeon if he didn’t have such a crush on the school’s resident delinquent. It was all Yifan’s fault, though, coming to school with leather jackets and messy hair. When he comes one day, lip bleeding, Joonmyeon wants to both comfort the boy and jump him and do things that, well, Joonmyeon doesn’t allow himself to think about.
He pulls aside the other after class, determined to ask him if he’s okay. Instead, with the two of them alone, Joonmyeon can’t help but reach up and trace the outline of the boy’s cut, wiping off the blood that’s there. His hand lingers, his thumb right against the other’s lip.
Joonmyeon knows he should move his hand and maybe actually form words and say things to Yifan, but he’s frozen. Mr. Class President is frozen with his hand against the only person he’s ever been attracted to.
Fuck, he thinks, and soon Yifan is grabbing hold of his hand and removing it from his face. “Sorry,” Joonmyeon manages to mutter but Yifan doesn’t let go of his hand and instead laces his fingers with the other. Joonmyeon feels his heart race and, wow, his head is light and the more he looks at Yifan with his busted face and his smiling eyes the more lost he feels.
“Are you okay?” Yifan asks him a second later. Joonmyeon feels stupid - he should be the one asking this; Yifan is the one bruised and yet Joonmyeon is the onethat feels broken. He nods his head, not trusting himself to speak.
“Are you?” he manages to ask a second later.
“I’m definitely feeling much better,” Yifan tells the other. Their hands are still latched and Joonmyeon doesn’t know what to do with himself - if he should let go or, well, do anything at all. But he doesn’t mind being here like this, just staring at Yifan.
When it’s time for them to go back to class, Joonmyeon has a hard time pulling himself away and out to their class. “We should um…” he mutters, using his free hand to point back towards the classroom.
“Or we could not,” Yifan suggests. And this - this is something he shouldn’t do. Because Joonmyeon is class president. Joonmyeon has always had perfect grades. Joonmyeon is everything he should be - as he always has been.
And yet - “Or we could not,” slips out of his lips. Joonmyeon is surprised by the words but it makes him happy, excited, to be here with Yifan, breaking the rules, doing things he shouldn’t be.
And oh god, the things Joonmyeon wants to do with Yifan.
Rating: pg-13
Word Count: 440 words
Summay: Joonmyeon is class president and Yifan, well, is very far from it.
Author's Note: Shitty little thing for Jen. So proud of myself for not making this become a full out novel.
Being class president wouldn’t be so hard for Joonmyeon if he didn’t have such a crush on the school’s resident delinquent. It was all Yifan’s fault, though, coming to school with leather jackets and messy hair. When he comes one day, lip bleeding, Joonmyeon wants to both comfort the boy and jump him and do things that, well, Joonmyeon doesn’t allow himself to think about.
He pulls aside the other after class, determined to ask him if he’s okay. Instead, with the two of them alone, Joonmyeon can’t help but reach up and trace the outline of the boy’s cut, wiping off the blood that’s there. His hand lingers, his thumb right against the other’s lip.
Joonmyeon knows he should move his hand and maybe actually form words and say things to Yifan, but he’s frozen. Mr. Class President is frozen with his hand against the only person he’s ever been attracted to.
Fuck, he thinks, and soon Yifan is grabbing hold of his hand and removing it from his face. “Sorry,” Joonmyeon manages to mutter but Yifan doesn’t let go of his hand and instead laces his fingers with the other. Joonmyeon feels his heart race and, wow, his head is light and the more he looks at Yifan with his busted face and his smiling eyes the more lost he feels.
“Are you okay?” Yifan asks him a second later. Joonmyeon feels stupid - he should be the one asking this; Yifan is the one bruised and yet Joonmyeon is the onethat feels broken. He nods his head, not trusting himself to speak.
“Are you?” he manages to ask a second later.
“I’m definitely feeling much better,” Yifan tells the other. Their hands are still latched and Joonmyeon doesn’t know what to do with himself - if he should let go or, well, do anything at all. But he doesn’t mind being here like this, just staring at Yifan.
When it’s time for them to go back to class, Joonmyeon has a hard time pulling himself away and out to their class. “We should um…” he mutters, using his free hand to point back towards the classroom.
“Or we could not,” Yifan suggests. And this - this is something he shouldn’t do. Because Joonmyeon is class president. Joonmyeon has always had perfect grades. Joonmyeon is everything he should be - as he always has been.
And yet - “Or we could not,” slips out of his lips. Joonmyeon is surprised by the words but it makes him happy, excited, to be here with Yifan, breaking the rules, doing things he shouldn’t be.
And oh god, the things Joonmyeon wants to do with Yifan.