The kiss lingered for a long, unyielding moment in the cramped darkness of the janitor's closet. Neither of them moved to break the contact, and neither of them possessed the will to pull apart. Leansei stood utterly startled, his senses overwhelmed by the undeniable, physical reality of Xerchin's lips pressing completely against his own. His heart was pumping remarkably hard, beating infinitely faster than its usual rhythm.
Acting on a sudden wave of panic, his hands shot up, leveling against Xerchin's broad shoulders to forcefully push him away—but his fingers halted mid-motion, his physical resolve completely fracturing. Xerchin's other hand had in Leansei's side, his eyes tightly closed under the dim light as his palm moved delicately down to cup Lean's jaw, before sliding along his neck to pull him infinitely deeper into the embrace.
Instead of pushing the athlete away, Leansei slowly surrendered, closing his eyes tightly as his fingers dropped onto Xerchin's shoulder, resting there as featherly as a falling leaf. Xerchin leaned into his frame closely, his mouth beginning to move with a slow, agonizing passion. Leansei's breath caught, his lips parting as he prepared to actively respond to the rhythm of the touch—when a sudden, violent memory relapse shattered his consciousness, the fragments arranging themselves behind his eyelids with absolute clarity.
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It was the night of his high fever, the missing pieces of the timeline finally roaring back to life.
Xerchin had lifted Leansei's burning frame with utmost care, carrying his body into the master bedroom of the condo and placing him gently onto the mattress. As he lowered him down, a single, heavy tear had slipped from the corner of Leansei's closed eye, cutting through his feverish delirium. The vulnerable sight had caused Xerchin's usual, unbothered stoic expression to soften completely. He had sat on the edge of the bed, watching Leansei with intense, unhurried attention, before reaching out a large hand to delicately wipe the tears away from the boy's cheek.
"What happened to you? How did you change so much?" He had pressed the back of his warm hand flat against Leansei's forehead, wincing slightly as he felt the skin burning with an exceptionally high fever.
Leansei's body had been burning up, his limbs trembling violently from the cold chills while his vision remained completely blurry. Yet, even through the haze, his survival instincts recognized the presence beside him; the familiar, clean natural scent subsiding into his nostrils had acted like a powerful sedative, calming his panic and making him feel profoundly safe in the dark.
Xerchin had reached down, pulling the thick quilt all the way up to Leansei's shaking shoulders. But the exact microsecond Xerchin stood up to exit the room, a buried childhood memory fragment had violently triggered inside Leansei's brain—recalling a dark, rainy night from his past life when he was terribly sick, trapped in a cold hospital room while an older boy stood beside his bed holding his hand. But back then, when the boy had turned around to leave, young Lean hadn't possessed a single shred of physical strength to stop his retreat or speak a single word before unconsciousness took him away.
Staring at the silhouette of Xerchin's retreating back under the condo lights, it had felt like an exact replica of that childhood abandonment. Driven by pure, explosive panic, Leansei's hand had snapped out from beneath the sheets, his fingers tightly gripping the edge of Xerchin's tailored blazer as he tightly shut his eyes.
Xerchin had halted dead in his tracks, glancing back over his shoulder in absolute surprise.
' I don't ever want to be left entirely alone in the dark again... '
"D-don't go..." Leansei had whispered, his voice hoarse, cracked, and desperate, his eyes still tightly shut. The unprompted words had left Xerchin completely speechless. In terms of campus reputation, he was not a man who typically offered comfort or allowed others to expose such raw vulnerability in his presence. But as another bitter tear slipped down Leansei's flushed cheek, the desperate grip on his blazer fabric didn't loosen a single millimeter. "D-don't leave me behind again," Leansei had murmured, his voice strained with an agonizing weight.
Xerchin had let out a slow, controlled breath, his light blue eyes drifting from the open bedroom door back down to the trembling boy on the mattress. He had stood frozen for a few lingering seconds before slowly sitting back down on the edge of the bed, surrendering to the pull. Leansei's grip on the blazer had remained locked. Xerchin had cast a quiet glance at the pale fingers, reaching down to wrap his large hand gently around Leansei's wrist, smoothly rubbing his thumb against the skin to soothe the panic.
Slowly, the unyielding grip on the blazer had loosened. Xerchin had delicately taken Leansei's hand, holding it securely within his palm. But the exact microsecond he realized his protective actions were completely out of his usual cold character, he had shaken his head aggressively, preparing to rest his hand back on the bed to leave.
Letting out a deep, exhausted sigh, he had murmured to the quiet room, "I must be completely out of my mind." He had slowly begun to let go of the fingers, but Leansei's hand had reacted on pure instinct, immediately halting his retreat by gripping his palm tightly and pulling the athlete down toward his chest with an unexpected surge of strength.
Before Xerchin could react or execute a counter-maneuver, he had been pulled straight down, his torso landing flush on top of Leansei's burning body. Xerchin had stared down at him, his lips parting in absolute, startled shock.
Leansei had half-opened his eyes, his gray pupils fluttering with a sequence of soft, breathless blinks as his gaze locked onto the athlete's reddish lips. Without a single coherent thought, driven entirely by the chaotic fever and a deep-seated longing, he had grabbed the front of Xerchin's blazer collar, yanking him down further until his lips met Xerchin's in a sweet, smooth, and devastatingly gentle touch.
Xerchin's widen eyes had slowly closed, his ears turning a bright, burning shade of crimson under the pale light as he slowly, passionately began to kiss him back, tilting his head deeper to maximize the contact. Leansei had maintained his tight grip on the collar, their mouths moving together with absolute intensity. When their lips finally parted, Xerchin had chased his breath, leaning his forehead flat against Lean's brow to stabilize his racing pulse. He had moved to kiss him a second time, but checked his movements when he noticed that Leansei had already succumbed to the exhaustion, sleeping peacefully against the pillows.
Xerchin had frozen, slowly moving his torso a few inches away to study the boy's calm features. He had run a large hand through his messy hair, his ears flushed as a genuine, quiet smile curved beautifully onto his lips.
"Mooncalf," Xerchin had whispered softly to the empty bedroom. "You are truly a mooncalf."
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Leansei immediately snapped his eyes open, the memory segment concluding with absolute, brutal clarity.
The realization that they had already shared a passionate, secret kiss days ago shattered his defenses entirely. Unconsciously, driven by pure panic and intense embarrassment, he forcefully shoved Xerchin away—not rough or hard enough to cause injury, but with enough physical leverage to violently distance himself from the athlete's chest.
Xerchin stumbled back against the janitor's equipment, looking thoroughly startled, embarrassed, and profoundly confused by the sudden rejection. Leansei instantly pressed the back of his hand flat against his lips, his cheeks burning a bright, breathless shade of crimson.
"W-wait—I—" Xerchin stammered out, his hand extending to hold his arm to stabilize the situation.
But Leansei didn't wait to hear a single word of explanation. He violently threw the storage room door open, rushed out into the corridor, and began running down the empty school hallways without a single direction in mind. His brain was an absolute, chaotic mess, completely preoccupied with the overlapping layers of mixed thoughts and raw, terrifying emotions.
He sprinted out of the building, his sneakers pounding the pavement until he finally reached a deserted brick lamppost near the edge of the courtyard. He came to a halt, his chest heaving frantically for air. The sky had dimmed completely, the twilight signaling that it was already a quarter to six, but Leansei possessed zero awareness of the time; his entire consciousness was trapped by the memory relapse and the heat of the janitor's closet.
He leaned forward, tightly pressing his forehead flat against the cold metal of the post.
' Why on earth did I completely forget about what happened that night?! ' he wailed silently behind his teeth, pure embarrassment eating through his soul. ' and more importantly... why the hell did he have to kiss me again just now?! This is literally my second kiss in this duplicate fucking life! '
He snapped his torso away from the post, aggressively slamming his open palm straight against his forehead. "You are an absolute fool, Leansei! If that specific memory hadn't come back to interrupt the moment, you would still be trapped inside that dark room kissing him! Are you genuinely hearing your own thoughts, Sei?!"
He whirled back toward the iron structure, and—careful not to strike hard enough to cause a physical bruise or draw blood—gently banged his head against the post to ground himself. "Why on earth would he even kiss me like that? The man has a high-society fiancée for pete's sake! He is engaged to Seleigh!" He paused, his breathing ragged. "And why the hell am I acting like I am the one who committed a terrible crime here?! The blame belongs explicitly to him! It should be him! That absolute bastard!!!"
Driven by pure, explosive frustration, Leansei turned his body toward the direction of the gym wing and shouted the final word at the top of his lungs. But his voice died squarely in his throat. He froze dead in his tracks, his blood running instantly ice-cold. Standing merely a step away, staring at his frantic profile with completely startled, wide-eyed, and thoroughly confused expressions, were Corshe, Xeilin, and Revin.
' Shit... please tell me they didn't capture a single word of what I just yelled, ' Leansei's mind reeled in pure horror. ' Please tell me they didn't hear a thing. '
Leansei immediately corrected his posture, forcing his rigid shoulders to drop as he smoothed down his uniform jacket, turning a highly artificial, fake smile toward the group. "Since... since when have you guys been standing right there?"
The three friends traded a lingering, highly suspicious glance before looking back at him. "We've been standing here waiting for your return, Gawin," Corshe said softly, his brow furrowing.
"Xei went down to the council office floor and retrieved your leather bag from the COO's desk," Revin added, pointing his index finger toward Xeilin's shoulder, where Leansei's bag was currently hanging.
"Are you completely okay, Kean? Your cheeks are violently red right now—are you catching another high fever?" Xeilin asked, his tone laced with pure, protective concern as he stepped closer to inspect his face.
Leansei quickly raised his hands, flattening his palms against his burning cheeks to hide the blush. "Am I? I... I merely ran all the way down from the storage wing just now, that's explicitly why my skin is flushed. Let's move out, it's rapidly getting late." He hurried past their shoulders, thanking them for waiting for his exit and offering Xeilin a quiet nod of gratitude for securing his bag, desperately guiding the group toward the front gates to escape the courtyard.
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Later that evening, Leansei lay solitary inside his private condo bedroom. He had already changed into his loose night clothes, his back flat against the mattress sheets as he stared blankly up at the dark ceiling.
He had been staring at the white tiles for what felt like hours, but the exact microsecond he tried to let his mind drift, the memory relapse of their intense, suffocating kiss inside the janitor's closet forced its way back behind his eyelids.
Ugh!
Leansei let out an irritated groan, violently snatching a plush pillow from his bed and slamming it flat over his face, pressing the fabric down as his cheeks instantly began to burn a bright, breathless shade of crimson yet again.
' Shit... I cannot sleep a single minute tonight. Those exact scenes... they keep replaying in an endless loop inside my head. '
He slowly lowered the pillow, letting it drop to his chest as his eyes locked back onto the dark ceiling. His treacherous imagination began to replay the raw mechanics of the embrace... how perfectly their bodies had leaned against each other, feeling the solid warmth of their skin through their uniforms. He recalled how Xerchin's long, large fingers had slid smoothly down the side of his jaw to wrap firmly around his neck, yanking his frame forward to deepen the pressure of his reddish lips.
Leansei's chest heaved, his breathing turning ragged as his heart rate began to rise fastly and loudly against his ribs. He could physically feel an intense, scorching heat circulating rapidly through his neck, his cheeks, and his entire body.
He tossed the pillow completely off the bed, his hands shaking slightly as his gaze involuntarily drifted down the length of his torso. In between his thighs, beneath the thin fabric of his gray shorts, his intromittent organ had grown completely, unyieldingly hardened from the intrusive thoughts.
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He closed his eyes tightly, biting his lower lip hard as he raised the back of his hand to cover his eyes, trying to battle the rising lust.
"Fuck this," Leansei murmured fiercely into the quiet bedroom, his self-control fracturing completely under the weight of his desires.
He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of his gray shorts and aggressively pulling the fabric down past his hips, letting his hard length spring free into the cool air of the room. He bit down on his bottom lip even harder to silence his voice, wrapping his bare fingers around the shaft and initiating a slow, deliberate up-and-down motion.
A soft, breathless moan escaped his throat, echoing quietly against the four walls of the bedroom. As his hand traveled along the length, his mind completely surrendered to the fantasy, vividly imagining Xerchin's broad torso hovering directly over his frame in the dark, those mercurial blue eyes shifting into a pure, intensely flirty gaze as a dangerous smirk curled onto his lips.
The image spiked his arousal violently. Leansei bit his lip, his arm moving with rougher, infinitely faster strokes as his hips rhythmically arched off the mattress sheets. He was riding the dangerous wave of his own pleasure, his breathing turning ragged and desperate.
"Ahh... mmhm... Xer—" a broken, breathless gasp escaped his lips, his hand turning chaotic and fast as he reached his absolute physical limit. His entire body went rigid, a violent tremor rippling through his spine as his muscles locked, squirting out a warm, hot, and thick white liquid that spread rapidly across his bare stomach and the edge of his gray shorts.
"Ugh—chin..." Leansei breathed out the final syllable into the dark, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for air, his vision blurry.
He lay completely motionless for several long minutes, letting his racing pulse slowly stabilize as his heated cheeks burned in the shadows. He slowly lifted his hand that is covered with his cum, and stare blankly up at the dark ceiling panels in absolute, pure disbelief at his own actions.
"I must be completely, utterly insane," Leansei whispered to the empty room.
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With only one day remaining before the highly anticipated acquaintance party, the energy across the university campus had escalated into a frantic rush. Inside the main gymnasium, every single performer was practicing their final rehearsals with intense dedication, meticulously polishing their stage blockings. Scattered across the sidelines and near the stage, the student council officers were working together seamlessly, mounting banners, testing lighting rigs, and hanging the intricate decorations.
Near the service entrance, Corshe and Tael, who were completely in charge of the event's massive catering and food distribution logistics, were already deep in coordination with Xeilin. The student council vice-president cracked his neck from side to side with a weary sigh; his ash gray hair was slightly messy, and his shoulders hung heavy because he hadn't managed to secure enough deep sleep last night.
Leansei felt his phone vibrate inside his trousers pocket with an incoming notification. Checking the screen, he found a message from an unknown sender. He sliding the device away, taking a deep breath to settle his mind before approaching the busy executive circle.
"Xei," Leansei called out softly.
Xeilin sharply paused his discussion, turning his head away from the catering folders to glance at his vice president. "Yeah, Kean?"
"I'm just going to head down to the comfort room for a brief second, and after that, I have to run a quick errand down at the administration office," Leansei explained, gesturing toward the corridor. Xeilin offered a quick nod of understanding, flashing a silent Okay sign with his hand.
Leansei turned on his heel, exiting the noisy gymnasium and making his way down the quiet hallway toward the male restrooms. Stepping across the threshold, he completely bypassed the sinks, entering an empty stall to secure full privacy. Instead of actually using the facilities, he sat down onto the closed toilet lid and immediately pulled out his smartphone to investigate the notification.
He slid the interface open, his brow furrowing into a hard, deeply confused frown as he analyzed the screen.
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From : Unknown sender
[Sent an attached digital image file]
(Sent 5 minutes ago)
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Leansei clicked the thumbnail to expand the photo, but the resolution only revealed a close-up shot of an unfamiliar, ordinary vehicle license plate number parked near an unknown street curb.
' Is this just a random, accidental wrong-send from a stranger? ' he thought, letting out a quiet sigh of relief. Deciding to minimize his security risks, he promptly blocked the number from his contact registry.
He stood up on his feet, unbolted the cubicle door, and stepped out into the main sink area—but his muscles went dead rigid in a fraction of a second. Standing directly across from the stalls, leaning casually against the porcelain rim of the sink with a silent, heavy posture, was Xerchin.
Leansei swallowed hard, his throat dry as a violent flush of heat rushed straight to his cheeks. The vivid, chaotic memories of their intense embrace inside the janitor's storage room, the night at his condo and the private details of his masturbation last night at the condo came roaring back behind his eyelids, paralyzing his senses.
Panicking, he immediately turned on his heel to march straight out the exit door, but before he could take a single step, Xerchin's deep baritone voice fractured the quiet room.
"Mooncalf," the athlete murmured softly, keeping his head lowered as his dark hair fell over his brow. He took a slow, heavy breath. "I am truly, deeply sorry... yesterday's incident was completely—"
"Yeah, I already know exactly what it was," Leansei interrupted cleanly, his voice flat, defensive, and entirely sharp as he refused to let him finish.
Xerchin snapped his head up, standing up to his full height as a look of pure, unadulterated confusion crossed his handsome features. "You... you know?"
"You must have simply mistaken my face for someone else in the dark," Leansei stated, forcing his voice to remain perfectly detached as he stared at the floorboards. "And if you are currently standing there preparing to ask me to forget all about the incident... you don't have to worry about a single soul finding out. This whole situation will stay permanently between the two of us."
"What on earth are you—"
"You clearly only executed that action due to the pure, overwhelming heat of the moment," Leansei pressed on, his heart hammering against his ribs. "You must have just temporarily mistaken me for your fiancée."
Xerchin strode across the floor, his massive presence instantly can trap Leansei against the wall, but he checked his movements, coming to a halt just a pace behind the boy's rigid shoulder.
"No—that is completely wrong. Just let me explain everything to you clearly, okay?" Xerchin pleaded, his voice trembling with a rare, desperate urgency.
"There is absolutely zero need for a formal explanation between us," Leansei whispered, his fingers clenching into tight fists inside his pockets.
"There is a need..." Xerchin's voice dropped into an exceptionally low, grounding frequency that vibrated with absolute emotion. "This is the single most important matter in my entire life, Mooncalf. Just... please, just hear my words out for a single minute, and after you have heard the truth—after you have listened to what I have to say—you can either run away from my life permanently or execute a strict strategy to avoid me forever. I won't stop you. Just please... hear me out."
Leansei's fingers gradually relaxed inside his trousers, his breathing slowing down. For the very first time since he had transmigrated into this world, a deep intuition told him that he needed to stand his ground and let the boy speak his truth. He remained perfectly still, offering zero verbal rejection.
Sensing the silent compliance, Xerchin let out a long, ragged sigh of profound relief. "Yesterday... when I held you in that room, I did not mistake your face for a single other person on this earth. I did not execute that kiss out of a desire for revenge, nor did I have a single bad intention in my soul. But I am genuinely, deeply sorry because your words were right. I completely lost my restraint in the heat of the moment... because for the past few weeks, I have been mindlessly fantasizing about holding you in such a way... and in other ways."
His voice dropped into an incredibly quiet, breathless register at the final two words. Leansei froze dead in his tracks, his gray eyes widening as his forehead knotted into a hard scowl of absolute confusion and shock. Before his brain could process the confession, Xerchin extended his large, warm hands, gently resting them on Leansei's shoulders to smoothly, delicately turn his body around.
Looking up, Leansei found himself entirely trapped by the expression on the athlete's face. The usual, cold poker mask had withered away completely, revealing a look of pure, unshielded sincerity and absolute genuineness.
"Ever since the very first day I met you... no, it feels infinitely more familiar than that," Xerchin whispered softly, his light blue eyes scanning Leansei's features as if he were actively examining the raw depths of his inner soul. "Those gray eyes... I never once planned for this timeline to alter, nor did I ever intend to harbor these volatile emotions for another person. I've spent days trying to figure out the logic behind my own actions, but the cold truth is... you have become the single brightest light upon my every waking hour. Being apart from you is pure torture."
Xerchin's large, calloused hand slowly slid down from Leansei's shoulder, trailing along his arm until his fingers gently, delicately wrapped around Lean's wrist.
Leansei's breath locked in his throat, his mind scrambling over the word. "Familiar?"
"I... I honestly don't know the exact words to define it," Xerchin confessed quietly, lowering his head as a shadow of sorrow darkled his features. "I don't know the exact date it started, but all I know right now is that you are the most precious, special person in my existence. My eyes constantly look for you in a crowd, and my body is always drawn straight to your side like a magnet. I feel a profound, unyielding sense of unrest the exact second I don't know if you are completely safe or happy... But you see, I am the eldest son of the Vcheroi dynasty. My entire life, I have executed every single filial duty dictated by my father to secure our family's honor."
He paused for a brief second, his voice dropping into a flat frequency saturated with pure, raw pain. "Even the upcoming marriage engagement... it was completely out of my personal choice. I have never, in my entire life, been permitted to have a single say in whatever matters governed my destiny."
"The arrangement was completely orchestrated by my father because Seleigh has been a close, prominent friend of mine since junior high school, and our respective family corporate ties required a collaboration to seal the merger," Xerchin explained, his sad eyes looking directly into Leansei's gray pupils with absolute sincerity. "But I swear to you on my very life... I have never, for a single second, harbored a single romantic feeling or intimate thought about her. She knows the truth, mooncalf. In the past, I simply possessed zero reason to break my filial obligations or disobey my father's commands, even when he brought the engagement papers forward. I carry out my duty as his son without a fail "
Xerchin reached down, gently holding Leansei's hands within his own large palms, squeezing them softly—not rough enough to leave a red mark or cause a bruise, but with enough steady pressure to signal the absolute truthfulness of his soul. He smoothly rubbed his thumbs against Leansei's skin.
"But now, i do and that is all because of you." Leansei froze, his entire body going rigid as their intense eye contact lingered in the quiet room. A violent, exceptionally deep thud exploded against his ribs, his heart pumping like crazy as his adrenaline skyrocketed. In that exact microsecond, Leansei's defenses crumbled for good. Standing trapped in the athlete's shadow, he finally realized that his own heart felt completely alike. He felt the exact same profound, terrifying devotion, and he could no longer find the strength to deny his own emotions.
Xerchin slowly lifted Leansei's trembling hand, gently pressing the pale fingers flat against his own warm cheek. "Please... I can only hope with all my heart that you feel the exact same way toward me." Without breaking their intense eye contact for a single fraction of a second, Xerchin subtly tilted his head, bringing his reddish lips down against Leansei's wrist to press a soft, lingering peck of a kiss against his skin.
Leansei's cheeks immediately flushed a bright, breathless shade of tomato red. He sharply glanced away toward the tiled wall to hide his reaction, but a genuine, beautiful curve formed involuntarily onto his treated lips. He tightly pressed his lips together to control his joy. "T-then what... what if I tell you that I don't feel that way about you at all?" he teased softly.
Xerchin's light blue eyes lowered slightly, a shadow of worry crossing his face, and his grip tightened around Leansei's fingers, gently forcing the boy to look back up and meet his gaze. "Then I will court you, mooncalf. I will court you whenever you permit me to, and for however many long years it may take to win your heart," he promised, his deep baritone voice remarkably reassuring and steady.
Leansei watched the devotion written across his features, slowly, delicately nodding his head. "Even if it takes years of your life?" Xerchin nodded firmly without a single shred of hesitation.
"Even if I grant you absolutely zero assurance along the way?" Xerchin nodded again.
"Even if... even if in the end, your family strips away your fortune and you are left with absolutely nothing, only to be rejected by me anyway?" Xerchin offered one final, unyielding nod of absolute agreement, his blue eyes clear.
"As long as the person at the end of the road is explicitly you, mooncalf... I will happily accept the terms and do whatever it is you decide."
Leansei lowered his head, a beautiful, radiant smile breaking across his lips before he quickly bit his tongue to try and blink it away. "Well... you're incredibly lucky then, because you don't actually have to wait a single day," he whispered out in a tiny, barely audible voice.
Xerchin went entirely rigid, his hands freezing. "What did you say?"
"I said... you don't have to wait for me at all, you idiot," Leansei whispered a second time, his face burning in pure, breathless shyness.
In a fraction of a second, Xerchin's handsome features completely illuminated, a spectacular, joyful glow transforming his face. "What? I genuinely can't hear a single word you're murmuring, Mooncalf."
The teasing remark made the smile vanish from Leansei's face, and he shot the athlete a sharp, mock glare. "Tsh! Forget I said anything!" he snapped, turning on his heel to storm out of the restroom.
But before he could take a step, Xerchin reacted with blinding speed. He lunged forward, firmly yanking Leansei back against his chest as a beautiful, devastatingly dashing smile broke across his face. He wrapped his large arm securely around Leansei's slender waist, trapping him in a warm embrace.
"Tell me... do you happen to remember the official dare you owe me?" Xerchin murmured softly.
Leansei's body went rigid against his shirt. "The... the dare? Ahh, you mean the consequence from the game we played back at my condo?" Xerchin nodded his head, his chest rising and falling against Leansei's shoulders. He reached up with his free hand, his bare fingers gently cradling Leansei's flushed cheek to force him to look up.
"I am going to officially declare my mandatory dare right now," he whispered, his blue eyes lock onto Lean's gray pupils. "My dare is... please promise me that you will never execute a strategy to avoid me on campus again, and you will never run away from my side. You have me completely now, mooncalf." Leansei checked his movements, the beautiful words vibrating through his ears. A slow, genuine smile curled back onto his lips. He let out a soft, amused scoff, nodding his head in absolute, complete compliance.
"I—"
SLAM!
The heavy wooden restroom door was suddenly thrown open with a violent crash as a group of male students burst into the room, their rowdy voices echoing off the tiles.