"Come on, hyung." the younger boy pleaded. His name was Oh Sehun, recent freshman on the block. Pale skin, sharp chin, keeps a constant blank expression. A '94 liner. Speaks with a lisp.
"No, Sehun. You don't understand." the other man had responded. Lu Han, that cute blonde kid from China. Four years older than Sehun. Thin frame, vocalist at the night club a few blocks away from the university.
"Goddammit, hyung. What don't I understand?" Sehun hissed at Lu Han. "Listen to me. You're too young, okay? It's inappropriate." Lu Han had smitten back. "I don't fucking care if you're older, I wan-" But the younger boy had been cut off. "No." Luhan bitterly replied. "Hyung plea-" Sehun pleaded, getting cut off once again. "Oh Sehun. If I say no, I mean it. I'm a senior and I should act like one. And technically, taking advantage of younger novices is unacc-" But Sehun had shut the other man up, placing one of his sleek, long and skinny forefingers over Luhan's red lips. "What if I'm ...