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it was always you - soogyu

"I think he likes me," Yeonjun said with a determined glare.

Soobin sighed for what felt like the thousandth time in only 10 minutes.

"I literally don't know why I hang out with you."

"It's because you love me Soobinnie," the older replied, wiggling his eyebrows and sending flying kisses towards the younger, all the while making Soobin scrunch his face in disgust.

"Why do you care so much if he likes you or not anyways?"

"Because I'm Choi Yeonjun, why wouldn't he like me," the pink haired boy said as if it were the obvious answer.

"Riiight. Just leave the poor transfer student alone, will you?"

"I didn't do anything!"

"You're harassing him with your eyes," Soobin said while standing up, ready to walk towards his lecture class.

While turning away from his complaining best friend, he bumped into someone or well, something. A very tiny something.

"Oh I'm so sorry," he said while putting his hands on the other's shoulders to stabilize him.

"Oh no, it was my fault I- uhm, didn't notice that you were w-walking and, and," the boy was stuttering nervously while fiddling with his fingers.

Soobin let out a small smile. The boy was adorable. He had longish black fluffy hair on top of his head and his pink lips were pursed in a small pout. He was looking up at the older through his long eyelashes every now and then but his gaze was mostly focused on the marbled floor of the canteen. He was wearing a way too big white sweater which was covering most of his fiddling hands and blue jeans. He was the definition of soft in Soobin's vocabulary.

"I'm Beomgyu," the smaller said with a slightly more determined look on his face, putting his shaky hand in front of him for the older to shake. Soobin let out a breathy laugh while taking the boy's significantly smaller hand.

"Soobin," he answered softly.

Beomgyu, as he just learned, kept on sending nervous glances behind Soobin making the older frown a little.

Then he realized that the boy was looking at Yeonjun. Right.

A bitter feeling started growing in his stomach, of course this gorgeous boy was attracted to Yeonjun. Everyone was. Soobin himself had a crush on his best friend back in middle school.

He let go of the boy's hand as if burnt and with a bitter smile he said:

"That's Yeonjun, senior, very much bisexual and single. I suppose that's why you came here."

The boy's eyes widened comically and he gasped at Soobin, his mouth moving as if trying to form words but nothing came out.

Soobin sent another bitter smile toward the boy, took his bag and left the cafeteria without turning back once.

The next morning, Soobin was in the library, trying to study. Key word: trying.

His thoughts were clouded with the doe eyed pretty boy he just met and his stupidly handsome best friend.

"Stupid Yeonjun," he muttered.

That's when he received a slap on the back of his head and a piercing glare from the same boy.