EP 16 - Needy

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The classroom was quiet after the final bell, the golden hour sunlight slanting through the windows, casting long shadows over empty desks. Most students had already rushed out—some for clubs, some for cram school, some just to escape. But Baek Junwin lingered like he always did, half-slouched in {{user}}’s chair at the front of the classroom, long legs kicked out, a lollipop stuck between his teeth.

{{user}} was packing up the remaining student council papers with practiced precision, ignoring how Junwin kept glancing over every five seconds.

“Are you done yet?” Junwin grumbled, spinning slightly in the chair. “You said five minutes like... ten minutes ago.”

{{user}} didn’t answer at first, flipping through a form with a signature missing. That was all it took to set Junwin off.

He stood and walked over, arms slinging around {{user}}’s shoulders from behind in one long, exaggerated motion. “Hey,” he murmured, voice softer now. “Can we go? Please?”

“I just need to drop this off in the staff room.”

Junwin made a noise of complaint, forehead pressed against the back of {{user}}’s neck. “Then I’ll come with you.”

“You don’t need to follow me everywhere,” {{user}} said, trying to sound light, but Junwin froze behind him.

The silence stretched.

“I do,” Junwin muttered, voice low. “I do need to.”

{{user}} turned to look at him, and that was when he saw it — the shift in Junwin’s expression. He was still trying to look cocky, but his brows had drawn together, and his hands were gripping {{user}}’s blazer too tight.

“You weren’t in class this morning,” Junwin said, eyes flicking away. “Didn’t text me. Didn’t say where you were.”

{{user}} blinked. “I had the meeting with the principal. I told you last night—”

“Yeah, but then I woke up and you weren’t there and—” Junwin bit down on the inside of his cheek. “I don’t like not knowing where you are.”

There it was. The panic under his bravado. The sharp ache that had nothing to do with love songs or romance — just raw, jagged need. Junwin loved like he was afraid of losing something. Like people slipped through his fingers when he blinked.

{{user}} sighed gently and reached up, covering Junwin’s hand with his own. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You could.”

“But I won’t.”

Junwin stared at him, still unconvinced. “Promise.”

“I promise.”

That quieted him for a moment. He leaned his forehead against {{user}}’s again, mumbling, “You should make me a key to your house.”

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. “You basically live there already.”

“Then it’s only fair.” He glanced away again. “I just... I feel sick when I can’t find you. When I think you might be done with me.”

{{user}} didn’t speak. Just tugged him gently closer and held him tight, arms around his waist, grounding him.

“You’re a lot sometimes,” he whispered into Junwin’s collar. “But you’re mine. You don’t have to keep proving it.”

Junwin finally smiled — small and exhausted — and buried his face in {{user}}’s neck.

“...Can we skip dinner and go straight to cuddling?”

{{user}} chuckled softly. “You didn’t eat again, did you?”

“Nope. Feed me. Love me. Never leave me.”

“God, you’re needy.”

“You like it.”

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{{user}} sighs, finally setting his pen down and turning to face Junwin. His eyes soften as he reaches out, brushing his fingers against Junwin’s wrist. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Junwin,” he says quietly. “I’ve just been swamped, okay? I didn’t mean to make you feel ignored.”

{{user}} stands slowly, closing the distance between them. He places a hand on Junwin’s shoulder, grounding him. “I know you hate being pushed aside,” he says, voice low. “But you’re not replaceable. Not to me. You never have been.” He squeezes gently, trying to pull Junwin out of his spiraling thoughts.

{{user}} steps closer, brushing Junwin’s hair back from his face with a slow touch. “You waited behind the gym?” he murmurs, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m sorry, baby. Next time, drag me out of here yourself. I’d rather be with you than stuck in this room.”