Summary: It's prom season, and getting a date is something Suho struggles with.
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Everyone expected Lee Suho—the most popular male student, student council president, and graduating class president—to go with Im Ju-Kyung, Saebom High's mini-influencer, for prom. But no one was informed that she was secretly into girls, hence why the news of her racking up a date with Kang Sujin—Ju-Kyung's former frenemy—surprised the entire school. So even if Suho wanted the girl, she was already locked in with someone else. Since he didn't know who to bring as his date, he thought of something stupid: what if Suho asked Han Seojun, a well-known enemy of his and the bad boy of his class (who also got on his nerves frequently), to be his date?
"Now, why would I do that? He's the bad boy that girls want, not guys. And I'm not gay, I think... "
Thinking aloud was something Suho did in his free time when he was home alone, so it made sense for him to talk to himself occasionally. But who else did he have as a prom date candidate? He was popular but most students would only date him because he's hot and knows Seojun, nothing more. Plus, everyone assumed he was a bit gay, so he really was limited; and the only reason why he thought of Seojun in the first place is because he somewhat knew him. So, Suho decided to "man up" and ask the cocky idiot out since he didn't know who else to turn to.
While a new day registered in Seojun's brain, Suho went up to him with his arms crossed; "Han Seojun."
He wasn't paying attention to Suho, too distracted by the usual set of girls that tried to win him over with gifts.
"Han Seojun—"
He put a hand up to Suho's face, "I'm busy."
"With what? Playing around with girls?"
Seojun shot Suho a narrowed glare while everyone nearby got quiet, "Who said I play around with girls?"
"Me. I've been keeping tabs on you."
Seojun shoved his hands into his pockets, "Oh wow. Apparently, being our class president and student council president, two things I don't care for, gives you the right to keep tabs on me and be up my ass all the time."
"You should care since I can get you suspended, remember?"
Seojun scoffed, "Suho, you're not scaring me. But what do you need me for?"
"I need you to step outside so we can talk, privately."
The bad boy made his little posse leave before leaving the classroom with Suho, "Now why do you need to talk to me again?"
Suho stopped walking and stood before Seojun with crossed arms, "Because I have a request."
"Don't you always?"
"Can you shut up so I can finish?"
"Mmm, no."
Suho facepalmed, "I seriously question this job sometimes..."
"Hurry up and say what you were—"
The class president fiddled with his cardigan buttons before looking at Seojun again, "Will you be my prom date, you idiot."
Seojun cocked a brow as he pulled his phone from his pocket, "...Where's the enthusiasm, where's my flowers? And why do you wanna go to prom with me out of all people?!"
Suho hooked a finger on the top of the other student's phone and pushed it down, "Because it's convenient for me—us both, and so I don't show up alone. Plus, your "flowers" are up your ass."
"But why me? And Ju-Kyung didn't work out?"
"No. She's going on a date with Kang Sujin, someone I'm unfamiliar with."
Seojun rolled his eyes while speaking sarcastically, "Aww, how sad. But what makes you think I'm going with you out of all people?"
Suho crossed his arms, "Because I'll...I'll pay you."
"Where's the—"
"You'll get paid after prom."
"...You don't keep promises."
Suho inched closer to Seojun as if he was trying to intimidate him, "I do if you were keeping track. Now, are you going with me or not?"
Seojun shoved Suho back a few places, "Fine. I'll go with your ass. And for the record, I'm taller than you. So don't play the "height intimidation" card on me."
"Perfect. You're walking with me after school to discuss our outfits and how we'll look."
"I have to walk with you home? And be with you period?"
"Yes. I can't look like a fool, especially when my date is someone who's a prominent one."
"You only know me as that."
"Don't make me conduct a survey."
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Suho unlocked the front door to his house and went in, taking his shoes off first. Seojun did the same despite wanting to walk with his shoes on. Suho gave him a pair of slippers and they were off to his room.
"Why is everything so clean?"
"Because that's how I like it. If you have an issue, keep it to yourself. Now, moving on, do you have any ideas for how we'll look?"
"I don't have any. What about you?"
"We could go for a look like this."
"...What the fuck is that."
"A look. Do you have any suggestions?"
"...No."
"Since you don't like that, how about this?"
"Do you have anything else?"
"This."
"...I don't know. Either that one, the one you just showed me, or this one I just found."
"You can go with that one. I'll do the last one I showed you."
"So we don't have to match necessarily?"
"No, not really. All we have to do is look good."
"Okay. But the last one you showed me looks like it's too much for prom. I feel like the one before is better."
"Maybe you're right. Wow, can't believe I'm saying that."
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The night of prom seemed promising and magical. The theme was simple: an enchanted forest. It was something straight out of High School Musical and was beautifully executed. Suho walked with Seojun inside the place, catching the eyes of many students. They went to the drink stand and grabbed a few drinks, bumping into someone along the way.
"...Is that you, Suho?"
"Yes."
"Wow, you look handsome!"
"And you look beautiful."
"Thank you!"
Her date came to her side, looking at everyone with curiosity, "Ju-Kyung, who is this?"
"Sujin, this is Suho and Seojun. Suho's the president of the student council, and is—"
"The president of my class."
"...Cool. Who's the guy next to him?"
"Han Seojun, a—"
"Troublemaker."
"...That's not me."
"Totally."
"Anyway, are you two each other's date?"
"...How did you figure that out."
"Context clues. You two walked in together, holding hands."
"There's no way I'm holding hands with him." Suho looked down and, to his disappointment, was holding hands with Seojun; "Just realized how this whole thing looks gay."
"You two look like a couple. How cute!"
Suho stopped holding hands with his date, "I would never date Seojun, and you know that."
"Because you claim you're "straight" and "not gay."
"Which is true."
"Then why did you ask me out, hm?"
Everyone paid attention to how Suho reacted to the question. He seemed nervous, followed by pulling Seojun away from the girls and to a quiet area.
"Why would you pull me away from the ladies? You know that's what I'm all—"
"I don't care what you're about, Seojun. Why did you make it seem like I'm gay to Ju-Kyung and that girl?"
"Because it's obvious that you are. I mean, you asking me out is gay since we're both guys."
"What if guys want to take each other to prom in a friendly way?"
"Who said we were friends? And if it was friendly, then why were we holding hands? Don't act like I didn't feel your hand touch mine."
"Because..."
"Because what?"
"Because your hand was soft yet cold."
"...What?"
"You heard what I said. I wanted to hold your hand because it was cold but soft."
"So you wanted to hold hands with me?"
"I've been wanting to do that for as long as I can remember. This whole thing was supposed to help me have a date. But, realizing that I've had a crush on you for years, I couldn't let that get in the way of how I feel about you."
"...I don't get—"
Suho didn't want to hear any more of Seojun's babbling. He made it stop with a simple, soft, and tender kiss. He felt embarrassed to do this in such a public space but could care less since a surprise was on his body. Seojun's hands were on Suho, specifically his waist, bringing him closer. They didn't want things to escalate between them, so they pulled away from each other after a few more seconds.
"Do you get it now? I've wanted to be your date for years. From middle school to now. I've wanted to hold hands and do romantic things with you, only you."
"So you're gay?"
"Obviously. Are you?"
"That kiss should've answered your question."
"I want to hear your answer come from your mouth, not from your actions."
"...I'm bisexual, dumbass. And I like you back."
"Perfect. Now, let's get back to where everyone is. People are probably wondering where we are."
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Prom seemed shorter than it was. It came and left, leaving a beautiful ending for seniors at Saebom High. Once it was over, Seojun realized that he didn't have a ride home, until Suho offered to take him home. They were home in a minute, yet it wasn't Seojun's.
"Why are we at your place? You're supposed to be dropping me off, remember?"
"I know. I have to pay you, remember?"
"I don't want your money now."
"And why is that?"
"Because you can repay me in a different way."
"Which is?"
"I think you know."
Suho took off his tuxedo jacket and sat down on his bed, "...We're not having sex. If I was even down for that, I don't have any condoms and I doubt—"
"Never doubt someone like me."
Seojun pulled out a condom from his back pocket, proving his point.
"But, I've never had sex. Not yet anyway."
"...We're still not having sex—"
Seojun jumped onto Suho, attacking his lips instantly and setting up how the rest of the night would look for the both of them. He pinned Suho against his own bed, eager to get rid of their clothes. He wouldn't stop kissing all over Suho, even when he needed to get undressed.
"Seojun, wait..."
He wouldn't stop. The kisses stopped after a while, but Seojun wasn't done with what he wanted to do. He went to Suho's waist and unbuckled the belt that held his pants together, looking up afterward to see a flustered Suho. It looked like he was drunk, beautifully drunk at that but without the sluggishness.
"Fuck, you look so hot..."
Suho felt his dick curve in his pants, creating a visible lump for Seojun in between his legs. He pulled Suho's pants off before taking off everything else, leaving him in just boxer briefs. Seojun wasn't about to let Suho be the only naked one, so he got undressed too but saved the most important thing for the last. Seojun revealed his dick to Suho, feeling a slight breeze on it.
"So the rumors were right—"
Seojun shoved his dick down Suho's throat, feeling warmth all around him. The one under him harshly gagged, letting Seojun get deeper into his throat. Suho started to slowly suck Seojun off before he felt himself getting facefucked.
"Why is he so rough..."
Seojun pulled his dick away from Suho after a while, seeing a string of saliva connect from Suho's mouth to someone's dick.
"Why..."
"Lube. I don't have any on me and spit is the closest thing to it that we have access to."
"You could've just spat on your hand instead of shoving your dick down my throat and facefucking me."
"You'll be alright. At least it felt good."
Seojun took the condom out of its wrapper and slipped it onto his dick, seeing Suho take off his boxer briefs and position himself.
"...What the fuck are you doing."
"Positioning myself."
"We're not doing doggy style. I don't know why you thought we were doing that."
Seojun flipped Suho over and put the tip at his ass, so close to stretching him out.
"Tell me if it hurts."
Seojun slowly slid inside Suho, feeling something new on his dick. He couldn't grasp the fact that something, besides his hand, was around him. He felt Suho tightly clench, probably uncomfortable with what was going on inside him.
"Shit...shit..."
"You're finally breaking character, huh?"
"Shut up..."
Suho felt a little bit embarrassed. He couldn't believe the guy he would always walk to the principal's office would be taking his virginity tonight. In the mists of his embarrassment and thoughts, Seojun started to harshly move, hearing Suho's cheeks clap along.
"Shit..."
Seojun couldn't believe the one under him was handling his dick with ease considering how rough he was being. He wanted to tease Suho like this though, feeling his ass melt around the entirety of his dick. Seojun rocked his hips harshly against Suho, letting his dick tear away at his gushy insides.
"Please, slow down..."
"Now you're begging?"
Just for that, Seojun went a little bit harder on Suho, still enjoying the mess he was creating. He felt the one under him clench tightly, giving Seojun signals about his orgasm being close. He was right as Suho's orgasm took full effect and splattered against him. The sticky substance stained Suho's abs while his orgasm flushed his body, bringing sensitivity over him. This was a sign for Seojun to speed up and hopefully cum.
Luckily, his peak was right around the corner and all he had to do was keep moving. Finally, with an intense grasp on Suho's arms, Seojun deeply came inside the condom, filling it completely. He felt sparks fly from his dick but they faded away once he pulled out and took the condom off. Seojun's legs went numb and he flopped next to Suho, pulling him close.
"...I'm going to kill you in the morning."
"If you can even walk by then."