Unicorn bullets

~7~

Beomgyu knocked on the wooden door in front of him hastily with Yeonjun beside him, fidgeting the hem of his top.

"Soobin! Soobin? Is there anyone else home?" The junior shouted and waited for a response but to no avail. He turned the knob open and was surprised that it was open. The two boys ushered into the house and went up into Soobin's room.

Soobin heard a soft knock on his bedroom door so he went outside his comfortable, tear-soaked sheets and wiped his bloodshot eyes. He opened the door and was taken aback by a certain pink haired man that came into the field of his vision.

He saw the worry and gloom on his eyes as Yeonjun looked sympathetically at him. Soobin opened and closed his mouth, seemingly at a loss of words. His eyes widen and his mouth agape when the smaller wrapped his arms around him, his head buried into Soobin's shoulder.

His arms aimlessly flails a bit as he doesn't know how to react. He sent Beomgyu a why-is-he-here look while the aforementioned male replied with an i-dont-know-i-thought-you-want-some-company-and-you-look-cute-together look while shrugging. He goes downstairs to give the two of them privacy.

Soobin shook his head in disbelief but nevertheless he kinda enjoyed that his friend brought Yeonjun with him. For no reason, I guess. Don't get him wrong, he's still irritating but he also radiates comfort, you know?

He slowly lowers his arms to embrace the older as well, rubbing circles on his back. Yeonjun slightly moves away from the hug and looks up to Soobin, worry written all over his face.

"What happened, hm? Did someone hurt you again? Why did you cry? Does something hurt anywhere in your body? We can go to the hospital if that's the case," Soobin was bombarded with questions by Yeonjun, making him smile faintly and broke the hug. The pink haired boy pouted.

"Yes, I'm hurt, Yeonjun. I don't know how to relieve the pai—"

"I knew it. Where? Where are you hurt? Is it that bad?"

Yeonjun took a step forward when Soobin grabbed his left hand and placed it on his chest. He looked at it for a good three seconds and lifted his eyes to meet with the taller's glistening eyes.

"Here. It hurts here," he said as his voice wavers, signalling that he was about to break down again. He removed his grasp from Yeonjun's hand as he realized what he had done. He wipes the tears forming in his eyes and chuckled.

"I'm not supposed to cry but what the fuck is this? Haha! I'm not even supposed to hang out with people like you," he looked at the smaller with a sharp gaze, masking his true feelings.

"P-people like me? What do you mean?" Yeonjun takes a step back as he felt fear creeping up his body.

"You're a faggot Yeonjun! You're gay and I don't wanna be like you. I don't want to be influenced by you. You're a fragile and soft-hearted piece of shit. That isn't what men are supposed to be. Grow up and play with guns, not with dolls."

Soobin spit out his words without hesitation, making Yeonjun feel hurt a million times more than a gun shot. Seeing the latter's paled complexion, he now regrets the lies and the words that he uncontrollably but unintentionally shot at the poor boy in front of him.

He immediately put both of his hands onto his mouth and holds it tightly with wide eyes, completely regretting what he said earlier.

"I-i'm s-sorr—"

"N-no, fuck you. Fuck you because you made me think that there is a c-chance that I can be close to you. Fuck you because I t-thought we were okay. We even kissed for g-god's sake! Are you just that of an asshole? Do you even f-feel anything about me? Do you even fucking care? I hate you for making me think that I will be the one that will change you for the better. I should've known from the start but my dumb ass thought that it was just a facade of yours. But I guess I'm completely wrong, aren't I? How hypocritical of you to say to play with guns instead of dolls when you literally have one on your bed right now. Fuck you and you're pride, Choi Soobin."

Yeonjun spat out each sentence while pushing the taller with his index finger. He went downstairs and left the house, leaving Beomgyu walking up the stairs confused as to why Yeonjun just past through him like that.

He, then, saw Soobin crouching on the ground, his head upwards with his arms covering his tear-streaked face. Beomgyu, surprised, rushes over to Soobin and hugs him, running his hand on his back, leavinghis questions to be answered later.

Beomgyu smiles sadly and held Soobin as he calms down.

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"Words are like weapons; when used the wrong way, it can hurt someone and turn into ugly weapons."