"… I was drizzle and she was a hurricane." Jongin mumbles.
"What?" Sehun asks, laying upside down on the bed. The blue sheets barely covering his legs. His foot caressing Jongin’s arm.
“So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane” he says, “I think you’re a hurricane.”
Sehun laughs. “John Green is damaging your brain, Jongin.”
"You clearly can’t appreciate romanticism." Sehun scoffs trying to slap the other with his foot. Jongin grabs his ankle to still him and slowly drags his hand up his leg, to his ass, to his waist and ribs until he reaches Sehun’s neck.
"I want to be the last person who ever kisses you” Jongin whispers in his ear. “That sounds bad, like a death threat or something. What I’m trying to say is, you’re it. This is it for me.” Sehun knows that is another quote from one of those cheesy books Jongin likes to read, but when he feels plump lips against his own he knows he’s too enamoured to care.
The Blue Room is a place where lovers meet. The Blue Room is where they meet once or twice a week. And it’s all a secret because Sehun has a girlfriend and Jongin belongs to another men.
Sometimes, even after years, juvenile affairs never die.