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Jinyoung glanced up, noticing Mark and Jackson parting ways. He internally puked from the thought of the couple making out behind the building, but then immediately imagined him and Jaebum doing the same. He honestly wouldn't be too mad about it.
                          
He shouldn't be thinking like that though. 
                          
He quickly looked down at his phone, the screen displaying his and Jaebum's text conversation from earlier that morning. He couldn't believe Jaebum had actually replied to Jackson's nonsense, but it was honestly a relief that he did, and didn't seem freaked out by it either.
                          
He didn't even realize he was smiling to himself while reading over each line of texts.
                          
"Jinyoung!"
                          
He quickly looked up, shoving his phone in his pocket as if he were hiding something. Technically he was, if anyone else he knew aside from Jackson saw their text conversation, he'd be embarrassed beyond compare.
                          
He felt a bit relieved as he realized it was just Yugyeom, relaxing a bit as the younger approached out of breath from running.
                          
"Can I ask something?" the taller male breathed out.

                          
"What?" Jinyoung asked. He wasn't usually called over by the younger so eagerly unless he wanted something, and the last time he talked with Yugyeom, the elder was ratting out Jackson and Mark's relationship. Was this a similar situation? Jinyoung leaned in close, dropping his voice down to just above a whisper. "Hey, did you say anything about Mark and Jackson to anyone else?"
                          
To his relief, Yugyeom vigorously shook his head. "No! I kept it a secret! But... I have my own secret now..."
                          
Jinyoung was slightly more relaxed now, thankful that no one had been exposed just yet. "What is it?"
                          
"Um..." Yugyeom looked up, his eyes surveying their surroundings. He clicked his tongue and grabbed Jinyoung by the wrist, dragging him off somewhere. "Come with me."
                          
Jinyoung stumbled after him, wondering where they were going and why they needed so much privacy. Yugyeom stopped behind a thick tree, tugging Jinyoung behind it along with him to hide away from everyone.
                          
It was odd behavior from the younger, surprisingly, Jinyoung found himself concerned. "Yugyeom, is everything okay?"
                          
The younger couldn't even make eye contact with him, his face was dark and lips protruded in a natural pout. "I... I don't deserve to be a student leader..."
                          
"Why not?" Jinyoung asked. He normally didn't involve himself with other people's problems but, this was Yugyeom, he was always bubbly and energetic. This was the first time he wasn't. He looked guilty. Was it guilt about the whole Jackson and Mark kissing thing? "Do you feel bad about not reporting Mark and Jackson? I told you already it's fine-"
                          
"I said it wasn't that." Yugyeom repeated. He took in a breath, fiddling with the hem of his shirt as he spilled his secret."Y-Youngjae kissed me yesterday..."
                          
Jinyoung blinked, not even realizing his jaw had fallen open. So he and Jaebum weren't the only ones with a questionable relationship.
                          
"Oh... oh,  I see." Jinyoung mumbled, trying to figure out what to say next. "Well... did you like it?"
                          
"I-" Yugyeom sighed mid-sentence, a hand running through his light brown hair. "I don't know, it was unexpected but-"
                          
"How was it initiated? Did you want him to kiss you?" 
                          
The younger shrugged. "It was after I talked to you, I went and talked to Bam and Youngjae about kissing and I said I wanted to try it so he... just kissed me. And I got um... 'excited',  I hid in the bathroom for almost an hour..."