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Hongjoong had a new crush.
“So what?” You ask.
For anyone else, a new crush was just someone to giggle over. For Hongjoong, it meant obsession. It meant that anyone his crush looked at wouldn't get to see tomorrow.
That meant that Park Seonghwa from class 3C was a very, very unlucky man.
Hongjoong sat at the back of the class, staring at the raven-haired man he never knew existed just a week ago. Ever since the older bumped into him, his past crush was thrown away.
Park Seonghwa was so much more than Jung Wooyoung to Hongjoong. He was handsome, taller, softer-spoken, shy in front of others, and polite too. He was everything Hongjoong had ever dreamed of, and Hongjoong regretted every second he didn't spend on getting Seonghwa’s attention.
Too much time on Wooyoung, who never spared him a glance, and not enough time on Seonghwa, who gave Hongjoong his undivided attention after he spilled his coffee on the shorter. Hongjoong had learned so much about Seonghwa simply because he paid attention to him.
Hongjoong basked in his attention. He knew his birthday, his blood type, his height down to the centimeter, his address, his family's names and details, his favorite color, his social media, his fashion preferences, his dream career, his shampoo and conditioner, the list goes on.
Hongjoong pulled out his phone discreetly. Seonghwa was laughing with his friends across the room as they waited for their homeroom teacher. Hongjoong zoomed in before he snapped a few pictures. He smiled to himself in the back corner as he zoomed in on Seonghwa’s face. He’ll make good use of this later.
“What are you smiling at?” Hongjoong’s friend, San, sat on his desk trying to snatch his phone away from him. Hongjoong almost yelled at the boy, but he bit his tongue and swiped over to the next album in his phone for situations like this; it was full of memes. San got his phone just then, pouting when he saw the image. “Come on, man, how many cat memes do you need?”
“As many as I want,” Hongjoong replied with a grin, crossing his arms. “Give me my phone back instead of complaining about my cat memes.” Hongjoong swiped his phone back, locking his album full of Seonghwa photos. His Wooyoung album had long since been deleted, no longer necessary.
“On a more serious note..” San’s voice trailed off, and his smile faltered. “Wooyoung and I are kind of getting it on. Please don't kill me, I know you have a massive crush on him.” San joked, little did he know, a week ago, Hongjoong really would have killed him. Hongjoong felt his lip twitch nervously.
“Nah, all cool, man. I’m over him; he really wasn't my type anyway.” Hongjoong shrugged, risking another glance at Seonghwa, who was now twirling a pencil in his hand.
“Over him? Literally a week ago, you were freaking out that he brushed your shoulder passing by you.” San raised a sceptical eyebrow, leaning towards him on the desk. “Also, you would go on and on about how much you adore him.”
Hongjoong sighed, rolling his eyes. “I can adore him as a person without realizing he isn't what I want in a man.” Hongjoong shifted uncomfortably in his chair while muttering, “I found someone better anyway.”
“I knew it!” San clapped his hands together, then shook Hongjoong by the shoulder, “I knew you wouldn't just drop on Wooyoung like that, also no one is better than Wooyoung.” San narrowed his eyes at Hongjoong, but was still smiling playfully.
Hongjoong grits his teeth before masking his annoyance skillfully, “Just because you got in his pants a few times doesn't make him the best.”
“Yeah, yeah, well, since you're fanboying over someone new, you should spill who it is.” San wiggled his eyebrows and nudged Hongjoong’s leg with his foot.
“Just so you can harass him and get in his pants? No way. You're lucky I don't like Wooyoung anymore, otherwise I’d be livid.” Hongjoong waved a hand in the air to dismiss San, shaking his head.
“I know, that's why I was really nervous to tell you, I mean, other people who have liked Wooyoung have come back in casts or gone missing, I was starting to think that was because of you. I mean, you were the only one that went untouched.” San glanced at Hongjoong nervously and chuckled.
“Well, if it were me, you'd be being very brave right now.” Hongjoong said coolly, smirking playfully, trying to play it off, “Who knows, maybe I’m the next target.”
San gasped, covering his mouth, “Maybe I’m next because I just admitted that we have something going on.” San looked behind him like he was going to be kidnapped right that second.
“Well, you would be a very likely target.” Hongjoong poked San’s side to tease him playfully. San yelped and turned back to Hongjoong, clutching his side with an angry pout. “Maybe Wooyoung is cursed.”
San snorted, “Yeah, right.”
The sound of a bag hitting the ground and a chair scraping against the floor got their attention. Yunho sat with a lazy smile, a hand rubbing between his legs. “Hey, guys.”
Hongjoong grimaced, looking away from his friend. “Who was it this time?” He knew what that smile was; Yunho had gotten it on with plenty of girls and wore that same satisfaction every time.
“Song Mingi, class 2B.” Yunho hummed happily. “You know, I never thought sex with a guy would be so much more arousing than with a girl. That guy is heavenly.” Yunho adjusted in his seat, leaning his head back.
“That's what I’ve been trying to tell you, man!” San laughed, kicking Yunho’s thigh. Yunho swatted at him with his hand, laughing along. What was with his friends and having sex? Hongjoong wasn't a virgin, but he hadn't been with someone since he started stalking.
It was almost supernatural how Hongjoong's eyes snapped to Seonghwa when he got up from his seat. He was holding something in his hand, walking straight to Hongjoong with a warm smile. Hongjoong was delighted; he had yet to see Seonghwa give anyone else a smile like that. “Hey, Hongjoong-ssi, could you open this for me? None of my friends can get it open, and I heard you work out.” Seonghwa stood right in front of Hongjoong, still smiling at him.
They both ignored his friends who were eyeing him curiously. Hongjoong simply grinned as he took the water bottle. “This better not be a trick, Seonghwa-ssi, and where did you hear that?” Hongjoong opened it easily, raising an eyebrow and holding the water bottle towards Seonghwa.
Seonghwa giggled and reached down to squeeze Hongjoong’s bicep. Seonghwa gave Hongjoong so much more than Wooyoung ever had. “Well, I guess I was kidding that my friends couldn't open it, maybe I wanted an excuse to come over here. Plus, everyone has seen how strong you are in pe.” Seonghwa reached for the water bottle, hand outstretched. Hongjoong pulled his hand back, taking a sip of the water. It was strawberry flavored, strawberry. Noted.
Seonghwa blinked at him a few times. Hongjoong licked his lips. He’ll be savoring this for a long time. “Didn't know you were the type to smuggle in flavored water.” Hongjoong handed the water over to Seonghwa, who blushed sheepishly.
“Well, it seems like you don't know everything about me.” Seonghwa cleared his throat and turned away. If only he knew. Hongjoong had to stop himself from grinning any harder; his friends were watching, but Hongjoong was still listening to Seonghwa, “I hate that you guys dared me to do that. I’ve only talked to him once, and yes, he's actually really muscular.”
Hongjoong’s lip twitched. A dare, of course. “You gonna tell us what that was about?” Yunho asked, turning his head to Hongjoong. Their homeroom teacher walked through the door.
“He was dared to see if I was actually muscular,” Hongjoong said grimly, glaring at the girl Seonghwa was talking to, likely the one who dared him. San and Yunho shared a glance. Something weird was going on with Hongjoong.
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Hongjoong had spent his day as normal, discreetly taking photos of Seonghwa. Relishing the thought that he put his lips on Seonghwa's water bottle, he made sure that the water bottle was Seonghwa’s. The photos he had taken today were some of the best he had ever taken, as if Seonghwa was posing for him. Hongjoong was still annoyed at Seonghwa's friend, daring him to do something he clearly wasn't happy with. He would have to punish the girl later.
Today, Seonghwa had dance practice, and while Hongjoong hated to miss seeing him dance, he had a more important mission. Seonghwa’s family was all out of the house today, meaning he could break in and snoop around. Hongjoong was almost giddy with excitement as he skipped down the sidewalk to Seonghwa’s home.
Maybe he could steal a shirt he hadn't worn in a while, or if he was lucky, an old pair of underwear. Either way, he loved days like this, where he got to see more and get to know him better. He got to be in Seonghwa’s safe place; it took a lot out of him not to shout with joy. Seonghwa's house was coming up in front of him now. Hongjoong stopped a few houses down, scanning for cameras or neighbors who were out right now. Hongjoong doubted it; it was going to rain soon.
Hongjoong slipped his hood over his head, just for good measure. He slipped latex gloves on, hopping over the fence to Seonghwa's backyard. He peered around the corner of the house, clean with only a simple porch set up. Hongjoong smiled softly. Seonghwa’s house matched his demeanor. He walked up to the sliding back door, which wasn't locked. Hongjoong pulled out his blacklight flashlight and fluorescent powder in case they had a house alarm.
Hongjoong slid the door open, stepping in. No alarm, no pets. Hongjoong half-wondered why they hadn't been robbed yet. He slipped off his shoes, shoving them into his bag. He grinned with widened eyes as he roamed the house, peeking in every door and inspecting the layout. Hongjoong made his way upstairs, skipping the master bedroom. He couldn't care less about that. He came across his brother's room next, taking a quick look before turning towards the last door.
Hongjoong’s breathing became more and more erratic as he stepped closer to the room. He promised himself he would take his time with the room, to savor it and not rush in like a predator. He twisted the doorknob slowly, Seonghwa's cologne from this morning still lingering in the air. Hongjoong pulled down his hood, taking a deep breath to steady himself.
He closed the door behind him, placing his bag down by the door. He reached for the dresser, brushing his gloved hands along it. It had Legos on top of it, along with various colognes and a picture of Seonghwa and his family. Hongjoong slipped his phone out of his pocket, taking a picture of the different colognes so he could buy them later. He picked up the photo next, Seonghwa was laughing in it, smiling brightly, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. Hongjoong smiled softly, brushing his thumb over Seonghwa’s cheek. He took a picture of Seonghwa here, too.
He opened the top drawer of the dresser and found socks and shorts. He dug through the drawer, just in case there was something hidden. Then the next drawer, underwear and pajamas. Hongjoong dug to the bottom of the drawer to grab an old pair. He grinned, unfolding it and pressing his palm against the crotch of the boxers. He swallowed thickly before bringing it up to his face and inhaling. He scrunched the underwear up to his face as he breathed in Seonghwa through his underwear. He moved over and shoved the underwear in his bag. He knew just how gross it was, but he didn't care anymore. He stopped caring when he killed somebody over Wooyoung for the first time.
He came to terms with being a creep; it made everything so much more exciting. He grinned as he got to the last drawer; this is where most people would hide things. He dug under the contents, most of it boring and useless, but his hand stilled when he felt something rubbery graze his fingers. Some would call him a demon for the way he smiled, pushing the jacket out of the way. Condoms, lube, and most importantly, two separate dildos. A man wouldn't have dildos hidden like this unless he was gay, and that made Hongjoong’s heart flutter. He wanted to do something with the dildos, but decided against it, just knowing would be enough for now. He placed the jacket back, smoothing it out as it had never been touched.
He moved over to Seonghwa’s desk, a simple thing with no drawers or shelves, just the contents on top. Hongjoong glanced through the books there; they were just school books and homework, nothing interesting. He crossed the room to the bookshelf and the TV. He’d save the nightstand for last. The shelf contained more personal books. Hongjoong slipped his phone out again, taking a picture in case he could talk to Seonghwa about them. The rest of the self was more Legos and trinkets from things he liked, Star Wars, fashion magazines, and a medium-sized bunny plush that looked dangerously similar to a squirrel one that Hongjoong had.
Hongjoong shrugged. They would be matching now. He smiled, peering around the TV for anything. There wasn’t, but Hongjoong simply moved to look under Seonghwa’s bed, which was empty. Seonghwa liked it clean and tidy. Hongjoong was pleased with that, too. Wooyoung could be a little too messy for Hongjoong’s liking at times. The nightstand had one drawer and an empty storage space. Hongjoong opened the drawer, tissues, some snacks, and papers. Hongjoong tilted his head; the papers curled strangely at the top. He lifted the paper, and a vibrator was hidden under there, and Hongjoong felt his stomach clench. “God, I love you, Park Seonghwa.”
Hongjoong closed the drawer. The top of his nightstand had a simple lamp, a water bottle, and his phone charger. Hongjoong went to the closet next, opening the doors. Seonghwa had a lot of clothes. Hongjoong pried through them, learning Seonghwa’s style; it was all organized, too. That made it easier to find everything; his shoes lined the floor. Hongjoong took a quick peek at them before turning to the shelf on top of the closet. Blankets, pillows, and a bunch of junk shoved in storage buckets.
Hongjoong hummed, satisfied with what he found. He turned to his bag; now was the best part. He rummaged through his bag, pulling out the small wired cameras he brought. He peeked over the frame of Seonghwa’s bed, plugging one in and resting the small thing with a perfect view over Seonghwa's bed. The other he braced on Seonghwa's TV, revealing the rest of the room. Making sure the underwear he grabbed was still safe in its pocket, he turned for the door. It was pouring rain outside now, Hongjoong hissed when he realized he would have to go home in the rain.
The front door clicking closed alerted Hongjoong, still in Seonghwa's room. None of them were supposed to be home until late, and he had only been here an hour. Someone was home way too early. Could he sneak out? Was that possible? He heard the person climbing the stairs quietly. He cursed under his breath, getting on the ground and crawling under Seonghwa’s bed, his backpack tucked into the corner with him.
Someone opened Seonghwa’s door, and soon Hongjoong heard Seonghwa’s soft moan as he stretched after a long day. Hongjoong’s mouth curled into a grin as he pulled out his phone and opened the camera. They worked perfectly. Hongjoong had his volume all the way down, watching Seonghwa unpack his dance bag and humming the tune he rehearsed to. Dance practice should still be happening, Hongjoong glanced as he looked at the time; he should've still had an hour to spare.
Seonghwa plopped onto his bed with a grunt, placing his phone on the charger. Seonghwa rolled over in his bed with a giddy smile, giggling to himself. Hongjoong watched him with a fond smile. He hoped not so deep in his heart that Seonghwa was giggling like that because of him. Seonghwa lay flat on his bed now, Hongjoong unable to see his face. Seonghwa looked to the side before inching his hand down his body. Hongjoong pressed the record button all too quickly.
Seonghwa unbuttoned his pants, lifting his hips to push them down his legs. He pulled his shirt up before pushing his underwear down his legs. Hongjoong angled the camera perfectly; he could see every inch of Seonghwa except for his face, just the back of his head. Hongjoong almost drooled over the sight of the tan body over him, tracing every inch and dot with his eyes. Seonghwa reached for his nightstand, pulling out the vibrator and a bottle of lube Hongjoong had missed. He mentally scolded himself for not being more thorough.
Seonghwa propped his legs up, tossing his pants and boxers to the ground. Hongjoong's eyes flicked to them, landing on the ground next to the bed. He was half tempted to reach out and grab them while Seonghwa made himself busy. He decided against it on the off chance of getting caught. Hongjoong missed Seonghwa pushing the vibrator into himself, but the gasp brought him back. Seonghwa’s gasps were uneven and heavy as he pushed the toy further into himself. Hongjoong bit his tongue. He had to give Seonghwa some props for not prepping himself.
Seonghwa pushed it deeper into himself, a whimper escaping from his lips. Hongjoong pushed himself into the floor, trying to ignore the bulge already forming in his own pants. His jaw clenched at the sight of Seonghwa’s cock twitching upwards. Hongjoong hated that he was right there, under the bed, but couldn't do anything with Seonghwa, to Seonghwa. He snarled, hand clenching around the phone. Seonghwa had pulled the vibrator out just to push it back in again, deeper this time. Hongjoong could go deeper than that pathetic thing.
Seonghwa kept pumping it in and out of himself, pausing in areas that felt particularly good, letting it vibrate there. The longer he pumped, the louder he got, the harder he got. Hongjoong wiped the drool off his lip, desperately staring at the shaking form above him. Seonghwa threw his head back, and Hongjoong had never found someone to be more attractive. His lips were parted to let his gasps and moans out, his eyebrows scrunched in pleasure, and his eyes were dazed, like he was somewhere else. Hongjoong couldn't keep grinding against the floor to try to alleviate himself; he wiggled gently under the bed, still holding onto the phone. He was now on his back, carefully unbuttoning his jeans. He stuck his hand into his boxers; he’d just have to walk home wet and sticky later.
Seonghwa kept going, except now he had a hand wrapped around his own cock, like he was waiting for Hongjoong. His eyes were still glossy as he moaned, stroking himself in time with the vibrator. It didn't take long for Hongjoong to match his pace, biting his cheek to keep himself silent. Seonghwa started slowly, speeding up impatiently every time he would twist and pump the toy. Hongjoong breathed heavily, as quietly as he could, and he worked himself quicker. He squeezed the tip of his cock when Seonghwa let out a broken moan. He watched as Seonghwa’s cock twitch in his hand, spilling over it and all over his chest. The low hum of the vibrator had stopped now, only leaving the soft panting of Seonghwa as he stared at his bedrest.
Hongjoong kept pumping his own cock at the sight of Seonghwa’s heaving chest and glossy eyes. He whimpered as he pulled the vibrator out of himself, lifting his head to look at his stomach. It was covered in his cum, and Hongjoong moved quicker when Seonghwa took his hand and swiped at it, spreading his fingers. Hongjoong bit his tongue harder when he moved his attention to Seonghwa's limp cock, resting on his beautiful thigh. Every inch of Seonghwa made Hongjoong impossibly harder. It wasn’t long until he had to place the phone down to stifle his own moan as he came in his boxers.
Breathing heavily, Hongjoong picked up the phone again. Seonghwa was using the tissues to clean himself up, the vibrator wrapped in one. Seonghwa’s phone rang, and his head turned towards it. He answered with a simple hello, waiting for the other person to speak. Hongjoong needed to bug Seonghwa’s phone soon; he couldn’t stand not knowing what the other person was saying to Seonghwa. “Oh, no worries! Practice ended early because of the rain. Rightfully so because it is pouring right now.” Seonghwa’s voice was muffled from under the bed, but Hongjoong smiled anyway. Seonghwa’s voice was sweet like honey, a lullaby to Hongjoong’s ears. “Are you asking me out on a date?” Hongjoong’s smile fell all too quickly. His jaw clenched as he watched Seonghwa sit up on the bed, continuing to wipe himself off.
Who the hell was asking Seonghwa out on a date? Who the hell thought they had the right to even look at him like he meant something to them? They would never compare to what Hongjoong would do for Seonghwa, how well he would treat him, he would never have to worry with Hongjoong, and yet, here he was giggling on the phone with some mystery person and scheduling a date for this Thursday at Coffee Sprout Cafe, 7:30 pm. It took a lot out of him not to scream with frustration.
Seonghwa got up from his bed, shuffling over to his dresser and pulling a pair of underwear and a pajama set before exiting the room. Hongjoong assumed he’d be going to the bathroom to shower, so he stayed under the bed for a few minutes just in case before he slipped out. He pulled out another camera, setting it up on the shelf so he could see Seonghwa’s face when he was lying down. He’d have to get the bathroom camera some other time. He turned to Seonghwa’s phone, and he swiped at it; it unlocked without a password. Seonghwa made this too easy for him. He quickly installed an app and hid it in Seonghwa’s app library. He set it up so Hongjoong could listen to everything he said to anyone on the phone.
With an angry huff, he opened Kakao Talk. The last person to call Seonghwa on all apps was Kang Yeosang. The stuck-up prick from class 4A. He’s going to kill that motherfucker. Hongjoong set the phone back down just as it was, sneaking out of Seonghwa’s room and through the back door. He hopped over the fence, rain pelting down on him. At least it would distract him from the sticky mess in his underwear. Gods, he wished he could be in that shower with Seonghwa right now.
He readjusted his backpack over his shoulder, continuing to trek home. It was late, his mother would scold him, but he didn’t care. He got to jerk off to Seonghwa in the same room as him as Seonghwa fucked himself with a vibrator. He hummed happily, a sickening grin on his face as he spun around on the sidewalk. Today was a good day, especially because he had a new victim. Hongjoong didn’t care about the rain anymore, fantasizing about how he’d torture Kang Yeosang before he even got to say hello to Seonghwa.