My One and Only

War of Hormones pt1

Chang-ho was done.

Officially done.

He couldn't believe he had just spent 6 hours; I repeat 6 hours listening to an old witch blabbering about potteries and ceramics, things which Chang-ho had no interest in whatsoever.

What was frustrating Chang-ho the most ,was the fact that he wasn't even supposed to be there stuck in the middle of a large hall with his a*s now flattened out on a wooden chair ,cause of the many hours spent staying still, his arms were also fully dipped in gooey ,sticky stuff. He was supposed to attempt making a vase.

I mean it's not like Chang-ho was a 5-year-old needing to play with some play-doll to entertain himself. No sir.

Chang-ho was a big a*s man who was guilty of having the unfortunate honour of living under the same room as "his majesty" the prince .

Talk about misfortune.

To be honest Chang-ho hadn't done anything to deserve this kind of t*****e, he never does, but trouble seems to go on his way, even when he did his best to avoid certain situations. All he did was freaking step out of his room and next thing knows ,he found himself being dragged away, AS ALWAYS , by a very annoying and insistent Haneul.

Talk about the devil...

A loud crashing sound was heard echoing through the room .

Clays and several potteries were scattered around the floor all shattered.

Turned out it was actually Haneul who had caused the mess. 

"I'm really ,really sorry " he had told the old grey headed witch, showing one of his best puppy looks.

'Ha-ha b***h you thought ' Chang-ho silently laughed 

'She's going to kill you! That's for f*****g making me take this stupid class with you little a*s punk'

Chang-ho thought to himself.

The old wrinkly lady smiled unexpectedly, showing off her sugar glazed decaying teeth 

'Gross! my eyes' thought Chang-ho 'my poor eyes "

She then spoke

"It's fine my prince, everyone makes a mistake once in a while. We'll just have the servant clean-up for you. I mean that is why you brought him here anyway , right?"

'This b***h! ' Chang-ho said quietly 

'I can't believe she's making me clean this s**t up ... I'm done'

Haneul kept quiet ,he had been unprepared for her statement and now didn't know what to do.

Chang-ho wasn't mad at the fact that Dr Willis or what he liked to call Mrs witch ordered him around. No, he was used to that kind of stuff. What he was mad about was that for the past 6 hours Haneul had been fooling around trying to get his attention, he was making faces every time Mrs wrinkles turned around, he’d make fun of the lady's looks by displaying a series of hilarious expressions every time she talked; what was worse is the fact that he even went far as to wink at Chang-ho and bite his lips in a very sensual way which had made Chang-ho drop down off his chair consequently getting a scold from the old lady.

What made him angry was not the fact that Haneul made him get in trouble, nope.what he hated Is the fact that Haneul had been taking his full attention for all this time and he hated to admit that he was loving it.Even though his sudden silence was a bit disappointing

'Damn get a hold of yourself, be strong don't fall deep, he won't even take my side...'

He thought to himself as he tried to find the strength to get over the long day.

They both missed the dirty look Daichi had sent them ,before going ahead to the next daily activity.

Now you'd be thinking:

He was there all this time? Yes, he was ,apparently he had been present when Haneul had not so subtly more like kidn*pped even though I'm going to say requested (not so gently) for Chang-ho 's presence.

It was quite ridiculous but these two seemed to be unknowingly, publicly fighting to have Chang-ho by their side.

It was now time for golf...

And our dearest Chang-ho learned something important whilst playing the game

...He absolutely despised golf.

And he also learned that the reason why the vast majority of people playing golf are crooked it's because the damn s**t pile called golf had the tendency to keep you bent at a 40° angle for an unlimited amount of time. Until you point, aim and hit.

'f**k' Chang-ho's back really hurt. It hurt like a b***h, no scratch that ,it was worse it hurt like ~

Chang-ho's internal monologue had been interrupted by the feeling of a warm body merging with his by behind and a pair of huge strong arms guiding him into the correct position allowing him to naturally swing his racket. 

As if that wasn't even enough, he suddenly felt a ticklish feeling from the man's hot breath hitting him at the back of his neck.

Omo!

Chang-ho's legs were going weak. It was a good thing that Daichi actually held him tight to his body.

'Wait what?'

Chang-ho slowly looked up, making eye contact with the older. 

'HOLY! '

That intense stare though...

Chang-ho knew he wouldn't be able to stay sane if those two kept giving him these flirty looks, he was a healthy hormonal teenager, and as a healthy hormonal teenager he worried about these things ,he didn't want to die by heart attack.

'Damn ' He bit his lips frustratingly 'These two men are tryna play me'......

I need to take back control.