;roommate; yeonbin

SEVEN

it was another day of yeonjun dealing with soobin's mean tactics and he could say, he was close to give up living with him and just sleep outside the streets, rather than sharing the same room with him.

"that's mine! give it back!" yeonjun shouts, really getting pissed off by the taller.

soobin ignored the smaller and has a playful smirk painting his face as he held the medium sized box high up in the air.

"aww? i just want to see what's in this pretty box.. that got you so worked up" soobin leaned in just enough to make the other lost in his eyes in a second. he chuckled, then his eyes went back to the box he's holding and tried shaking it.

"it has a lot of things huh" he teased.

"i swear to go soobin, if you dont give that back i wil-"

soobin placed the box at the counter as he leaned in to yeonjun again, his face all serious.

"you'll what? punish me with those inside the box?"

yeonjun stopped and soon, his soft cheeks were now covered in red dust, not believing what just the taller said.

'is he really dumb to think about that?!' he thought.

"j-just give it back to me!" yeonjun tried getting the box again, only for his arm to be yanked by soobin and trap him between the counter with the other's strong arms.

yeonjun let out a surprised yelp as he closed his eyes, then felt a warm breath fanning his face. he slowly opened his eyes and looked up, only to meet soobin's innocent blown ones.

he was suddenly confused.

'how did that-'

as yeonjun felt himself drown at soobin's deep dark brown orbs, he didnt notice the taller inching more closer him and settles when their noses are touching now.

"mhm.." yeonjun flickers his eyes to soobin's plump lips then back to his eyes. he felt his air just got knocked out off his lungs and his heart starts beating so fast that it can jump out of his chest any minute now.

he felt weak.

he felt drowning.

his stomach churns and he's not fucking okay at the moment. he totally wasnt.

he feeels embarassed, and so low as he kept staring at soobin's eyes.

it was like soobin is asserting dominance, but at the same time giving those dreamy-like that can make you falling love in less than a minute.

"you.."

"you interests me."

yeonjun stood there for a moment, just to realize what just the taller said and the position they are right now. "what-"

he quickly went back to his senses and pushed soobin just enough to slip away, muttering a quick 'sorry, gotta go' then ran away, locking himself inside the bathroom, almost slipping over the wet tiled floors.

he raked his blue locks with his trembling fingers, letting out an unsettling sigh while his back pressed at the cold bathroom wall. a minute or two, he strides over the mirror above the sink and for the first time in a while, he saw how of a mess he is and how.. red his whole face and neck is.

"fuck, fuck, fuck.." he chants, clearly not wanting his look right now. not when he just had that weird, confusing encounter with choi soobin at the kitchen. he stared at himself infront of the mirror before he realized, that his box was still at soobin's hands right now.