*disclaimer: the usage of word F*g
(it's censored so don't worry!)
To keep things short, they ended up cleaning the kitchen afterward.
"This is probably the only time I'm glad my kitchen is tiny," Soobin said, wiping his forehead of sweat.
Beomgyu smiled as he tied the trash bag, putting it in a corner. "My kitchen isn't any bigger than yours."
"You probably never cook anyway," Soobin replied absentmindedly, wiping the kitchen counters clean while looking out the window.
The sky is completely dark now and soft snow was blowing on the window, making it frosty and misty. The glass feels cold to the hand.
Soobin turned over and plopped the cloth on a metal rack to see Beomgyu frowning to his phone, eyebrows knitted as he teased earlier.
Soobin waited patiently as the boy typed furiously, the tapping sound weirdly clear, like popping bubble wrap.
Sighing a little, Beomgyu looked up finally. "Do you have spare clothes?"
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"Your mom is here?"
Soobin exclaimed as he squinted from the small window into the snow, seeing that the apartment across has lights on.
"Yeah." Beomgyu looks clearly disturbed as he crossed his arms, sitting on the empty bed. "I can't go back with her there. I hope Yeonjun keeps her sane."
"What do you mean?"
To be honest, Soobin's torn between focusing on Beomgyu's mom issue or Beomgyu himself. The way soft, still wet blond locks sit on that sharp, beautiful face; how his skin looks pink and warm after a hot shower; and his small figure in one of Soobin's shirts and large shorts.
It drives him crazy.
"Last time something like this happened she completely threw out my makeup collection and basically any pink article of clothing. Plus talked bad about me with my neighbors."
"Seriously?"
"So you get why I have to stay here. Sorry if it's inconvenient--"
"It's okay," Soobin replied quickly. I'm definitely not kinda happy-hey.
"Wait." Beomgyu suddenly said as Soobin sat down on the bed next to him. "You like it, don't you?"
"W-what? No! I-I just-" Soobin completely flushed red, clutching the blanket tightly while scooting away to the very side of the bed. "I don't!"
"Okay, I get it," Beomgyu smirked, handing Soobin the hairdryer smoothly.
"What?"
The boy looked straight into Soobin eyes with a soft, pleading look. "Can you please dry my hair? My arm is sore~"
"No. You have arms for a reason- ah, fine!"
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GOLDEN-{SOOGYU}
FanfictionSoobin has a habit of looking out of his kitchen window every morning while having breakfast. He likes the morning sun and the way it makes everything shine golden. That was before a boy moved into the house across the street. "The sun is alone bu...
