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The end of the school day, as the sun slowly began to set and the school seemed to empty.
Beomgyu was a popular boy; he was good-looking, kind, and smart, and he excelled in physically demanding spots, but in reality, he is very different from what he lets people see.
He looked back at his friends, smiling and waving to them, always telling them he had something to do after school and they didn't think much of it, just told him to make time for them sometime too.
When they were finally gone, he slung his bag over his shoulder and walked to one of the unused classrooms, it was quiet, too quiet.
He approached carefully, observing everything around him, even taking in himself in the reflection of the classroom doors window.
He paused, staring at it, expression unreadable.
Then he opened the door.
There stood his Soobin, yes, his very own Soobin, in front of the classrooms large window, his back turned to the blending light outside. The way he stood there and seemed to be observing the view outside before he came in suggests that he's been waiting for a while.
Beomgyu smiled gently, taking him in. He seemed satisfied and at ease just seeing Soobin.
The Soobin that was always so sweet and kind to everyone but so awkward, the one that was timid and soft-spoken.
Beomgyu closed the classroom door behind him and approached, one hand on Soobin's face, the other slowly sliding down to his throat and then to his chest.
He stared deeply into Soobin's eyes and they held the eye contact as his thumb played with his classmate's lip.
Soobin was blushing, trembling a little, too lost in the moment to say or ask anything. All he did was stare into the younger one's eyes.
Beomgyu pushed Soobin down slightly, on the table.
"Sit." He mumbled, staring at him.
And Soobin did, he loved being good for Beomgyu, following his every command or order, because simply put; Beomgyu was all he needed.
It was all so intimate and vulnerable, it made Soobin feel nervous, which also excited him slightly.
Beomgyu's other hand dropped down and he unbuttoned his Hyung's cardigan, a delicate and pretty gray fabric.
Soobin could feel his own heart literally beating, it was in his ears, so loud he thought the younger could hear too.
But Beomgyu just noticed how shy and nervous his Hyung was because of the way he trembled and blushed so hard.
He slid the light gray clothing down his shoulders.
Beomgyu leaned in, his face so incredibly close to the other's. He took one of his hands and intertwined Soobin's trembling fingers with his own, gentle.
"Your lunch..." Beomgyu started, still staring into Soobin's eyes, a fake sweetness lingering in them.
"You ate all of it, right?"
Soobin looked down at his own lap, he remembered, the two lunchboxes in his locker, definitely way more than he usually ate. He looked back up at Beomgyu, silence for a moment before he let out a mumbled "Yes".
Beomgyu nodded slightly, looking at him with a loving and gentle expression, a sweet smile on his lips.
"That's good." Beomgyu clenched their intertwined fingers more tightly together.
"I got up early to make it, just for you."
He pushed his Hyung back slightly, hand on his chest, however, not letting go of their intertwined fingers.
He pushed a flat hand down onto Soobin's stomach, too rough, too hard, too intense.
Then he balled it into a fist and did the same thing again, pushing down over and over again.
"Hah..?" Soobin was confused, blushing and making soft noises, he stared at his classmate who was focused on his own hand and Soobin's belly.
Beomgyu clenched their intertwined fingers again and looked back at him, smiling sweetly.
He leaned in for a kiss, taking his mouth as he kept rubbing the older's stomach through the white clothing he wore.
It didn't last long, Beomgyu pulled back after a moment and stared at him. He pulled their intertwined fingers away, which made Soobin panic for a moment, did he do something wrong? He missed the warmth of the action so bad.
Instead, Beomgyu lifted the now free hand up to Soobin's lips.
Seeing this, Soobin opened his mouth just slightly. And that made both Beomgyu's middle finger and ring finger slide in between the older's lips.
"So it hasn't been digested yet." Beomgyu observed, watching his Hyung's mouth take his fingers so well.
He balled the hand that was rubbing his belly into a fist again and pushed down hard. His fingers went deeper, making fingering gestures, curling them as he went into his throat.
"Does that hurt?" Beomgyu asked sweetly, as if this was the most normal thing to do with your older classmate.
Soobin let out soft "Ngh"s and "Ah"s as Beomgyu played around in his mouth and throat.
"G-gyu..." Soobin's voice was muffled, he gagged slightly, tears in his eyes.
"It's fine." Beomgyu muttered, clear he was enjoying this a bit too much.
"Just let it all out ♡" He said sweetly as he pulled out his two fingers, strings of drool attached, sticky and messy.
Soobin's eyes widened, small tears rolling down his cheeks as he held at his mouth, feeling extremely unwell.
He gagged, throwing up against his hands that were covering his mouth, the gross liquid seeping through the gaps and dripping down to his clothes and the table he was sitting on.
"Haah...hah.." Soobin trembled.
Beomgyu watched, he seemed fascinated, staring intensely as his classmate made a mess in front of him.
It reminded him of the time a few months ago, in P.E, where the class was told to do marathon running.
Soobin wasn't very good at physical activities, he got tired and weak fast, his body would start hurting too.
"G-gyu..." he panted, looking forward to the younger one who was keeping up and looking fine. "Wait...". Quiet pants came out of the older's mouth.
Beomgyu looked back at him, smiling, clearly happy and doing well.
"Just a little further!" He called. "Lets do it together, Binnie."
He was smiling so kindly, his eyes shining, so happy, could Soobin refuse?
And that caused Soobin to throw up all over himself 10 minutes later, staining his P.E uniform, sitting on the ground near the benches.
Classmates started worrying, they were also confused, did Soobin throw up just from running too much?
Beomgyu stood somewhere near the scene, watching with slightly widened eyes, he was just as confused.
Right now and back in the moment, Soobin was laying on the table Beomgyu sat him on, his mouth a mess, his clothes a mess and the table underneath him a mess, all puke.
He was panting, looking into the distance.
Beomgyu stood in front of him, his expression turning into a sweet, cruel and sadistic smile.
He started laughing a little.
'Back then...did he endure it..because I said that we'll do it together..?'
Soobin even apologized back then for throwing up..
Remembering the Soobin from back then, sitting on the floor, a whole mess for him and looking at the Soobin right now, just the same kind of pathetic, it was fascinating and beautiful.
'Such disgusting things came out of Soobin..and this pretty body of his..he really would do anything if it was for me, huh?'
He went on top of his Hyung, who was laying on the table, looking exhausted.
Soobin weakly wrapped his arms around Beomgyu's neck, closing his eyes as he panted.
'So cute..'
Beomgyu stared down at him as he took his face in his hand, the other around his waist.
'More...I want to..make him suffer so much more.'