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{Treasure} Trying to focus on what your teacher was explaining, your mind went back again to the small, incomplete doodle in front of you, on your text book.

You suddenly feel something hit your back, surprising you as your eyes look around in shock. You were glad it wasn't your teacher when your eyes fell over a crumbled peice of paper besides your desk. Picking it up to read, it gets snatched from your grip as you look up to see your teacher examining it and them crumbling it back in his hand.

He goes back towards the board near his seat, a bit of anger evident in his eyes as you worry about what must've been written in the paper, “Ms. y/f/n and Mr. Kim Doyoung, I would like to see you both after class. ” he says sternly making you glare at your friend Doyoung and hide your face in between your hands from embarrassment.

Night Train

Bang Yedam

Your head was turned to the glass window, watching as the raindrops fell along the surface, blurring the image of your surroundings, making you sigh and fog the glass slightly. A few minutes later you felt the train begin to slow down and an announcement for your station was made. You quickly got up and as you got to the door and waited for it to open, you realized you had a few more people joining you to get off.

The doors hissed open and you stepped outside taking in your surroundings. The station was almost empty, no soul except you and those who got off, among them being an old man with a gift bag, a pregnant lady and her husband and another young girl who was busy ignoring everything with her music at full volume.

But in amid of feeling tired and waiting, you forgot the reason you came here when your eyes fell over the large clock that hung from the rafter which showed half past one, was it that late already?

You got out of your trance when you suddenly felt someone embracing your figure from behind, a familiar fragrance mixing with the smell of rain, coming to you, "you came."

"You too," you turned around to face your lover who's features were being complemented by the blue, station light, and smiled at him, "Yedami..."

"Of course I did," Yedam smiled back and leaned in, placing his lips over yours in a small kiss, "I missed you so much."

"I'm here now," you cupped his face as he leaned in your touch despite the coolness of your hands.

"Not for long though," he tried to suppress his sadness in his statement but it was still obvious to you.

"I'm sorry," you reasoned, "You know why..."

He nodded his head knowing your situation due to which you had to secretly meet him like this. He smiled reassuringly, moving back to get the umbrella which had been abandoned on the seat where he was waiting for you, previously.

Getting beneath it, you both made your way deeper into the station. Lights were on, yet the place was so cold for some reason. You had no trouble finding the stairway which lead to the street you had to get to and with a small sigh of relief as the sound of the rain seemed to slow down, your feet moved towards his apartment to finally spend some time with each other.

The light pitter patter of rain which was previously bothering you, was now sounding melodious because of the presence besides you. You laced your arm with Yedam's and placed your head against his shoulder.

"When is the next train?"

You looked back up at him and paused for a moment, "Four, forty five," tone upset as you replied.

"We have less time but I'm glad you made it," his arm circled around your waist while other still gripped the umbrella, "We'll make it worth."

You hummed while nodding your head as you both neared his home, "I love you."

Your sudden confession smeared contentment in his heart making it beat faster, "I love you too."

Baby

Kim Junkyu

You sniffed for the nth time in a minute, shamelessly crying as you sat on the floor of your lounge, in front of your boyfriend. Your nose and cheeks tomato red.

You were only like this when it came to Junkyu. Your usual introvert, cold self would vanish when you were with him. Just like what was happening currently.

He had his lips sadly pursed as he held a tissue paper, gently wiping your tears that fell like no end.

"Baby," Junkyu started and moved forward despite sitting very close to you, "Don't cry. It'll be fine."

"No," you sniff again and shake your head, pout disappearing as you spoke, "Why did she do that to me. She practically insulted me in front of everyone."

"But crying won't do you any good," Junkyu reasoned, making you look at him.

What he said was right but you couldn't help yourself wanting to cry because of what had happened. Just the thought of it made more tears escape your eyes and you bring your face forward, towards your boyfriend for him to do what he was doing before.

Junky felt like laughing when he saw what you did. He quickly pulled out another peice of tissue, tapping it lightly on your face to wipe your tears but the way you had brought your face forward earlier was hard not to laugh at and so, he ended up chuckling.

You would've melted like always after hearing his laugh but this time, you frowned, trying to act annoyed but eventually end up giggling too because you know that what you've done was funny.

"You're such a baby!" Junkyu exclaimed, cupping your face between his soft, warm hands.

"I'm not," you denied him and looked at your lap, away from him, embarrassed.

"Yes you are," he made you look at him again and pecked your nose, "my baby."

"It's only because of what happened today. You know you're childish than me."

"Oh come on, I'm not that childish. Besides, I'm older than you," he said and shrugged but unfortunately you were a bit stubborn.

"Still, that doesn't make me baby-er."

"You can deny it as much as you want to but you are adorable like a baby," he pulled you into him, onto his lap, "my baby."

You tightly hugged him, hiding your face in his neck, "You always have a way to make me feel better."

"That's my specialty," he caressed your back and moved back to rest his back against the sofa, "I can't see you sad..."

"I love you, Junkyu."

"I love you too, baby."

Cereal

Watanabe Haruto

After some struggle, just as you're about to reach for your favorite box of cereal, another hand reaches for it and you both grip it, in unison.

Haruto looks down at you and tugs at it while you do the same, trying to keep yourself balanced as you stand on your toes.

"Leave it," he says, tugging at it again.

"No," you shake your head, your grip tightening on the box, "it's mine."

You both glare at each other like two siblings fighting for one candy your mom gave.

"Keep this monitor attitude of yours in class," Haruto smirks and pulls it towards himself, whilst you have a hold over it, "Were in a market, y/n."

"This is the last box, Haruto. I had my eyes on it first." You reply, still holding the box and slowly pulling it to yourself.

Haruto pulls it back with more force and shakes his head again, "I reached for it first."

"Bu-But that's because it was on the top shelf, and... I couldn't reach for it." You try to reason with a small pout, hoping you would lure him into letting you have the last box of one of your favorite breakfast and snack.

It's been a week since you ran out if it and after days of being busy, you finally got some time to get groceries. You weren't going to let the last box of this cereal being taken away by someone else. Especially Haruto.

Unfortunately in return, Haruto just scoffs and snatches it from your grip, he was indeed strong as he looked, and holds it over his head so that you can't reach for it.

"Are you trying to mock me?" You ask, offended by his actions.

"You're right, shortie," He turns around in a swift motion, placing it in his basket and continued his tasks.

"Come on, Haruto, let me have it, please..." You pleaded, walking side by side with him, "What's the catch?"

He stops in his tracks and looks at you, "Nothing," and continues to walk again.

"What do you mean, nothing? How about this?" You stop him and he looked at you with anticipation, "I'll let all your mistakes slide for this week in class. I won't complain to the teacher."

"Really? All that because of a box of cereal?" His sounds surprised.

You nod once again and he sighs, chuckling and placing the box in your basket, "You're too cute, shortie, keep it."

"Really?" You stare between him and the box and chime happily, "I'll keep my promise, Haru. Thanks!"

He laughs once again as you stare at him in awe, "Don't call me that again, and no, you can complain as much as you want to. Not like I care," he shrugs.

"Really wish you did, though."