Unicorn bullets

~23~

Soobin found himself in his average sized bathroom, sitting on a mono block chair that Yeonjun brought somewhere in his house, confused as fuck. After telling a part of each of their stories to each other, which made them flabbergasted and intrigued , by the way, Yeonjun told that maybe their fate was already written by the stars in the sky and the taller chuckled lowly at the ridiculous remark of the latter.

"Is me sitting on a chair in the bathroom also my fate that was written in the stars?," Soobin jokingly said as he looked up with a questioning gaze to the cackling Yeonjun who was getting the boxes of hair dye that he bought at the store a while ago.

The said male grabbed two boxes and showed it to the seated Soobin enthusiastically. "Ta-da! It's time to dye your hair because it looks boring as fuck!," Yeonjun exclaimed with his voice 2 octaves higher than usual. The person to be dyed, however, refuses to believe that this is real and shoots up from his seat, towering the older in an instant.

"Are you serious? I am never going to dye my hair! I'm a man for fuck's sake!," Soobin outbursts but it doesn't faze Yeonjun even a little bit and smirks as he attempts to calm the taller down by putting his hand on Soobin's chest after putting the boxes aside for a while. The younger's eyes widen at the physical contact and tried to maintain composure, visibly gulping.

"But you're my baby girl, though?" He looked up at Soobin looking redder than ever while avoiding the other's gaze, who was licking his lips as a tease. Yeonjun chuckled and lightly slapped the younger's chest. "Dumbass. Hair dye is not only for women. It can be for everyone, you know?," He said while smiling, his eyebrows arched upwards.

"It just— I don't know. It's like, not a thing for men like me, I guess," looking briefly at Yeonjun's glowing and sparkling eyes, he stumbles upon his words that also didn't make sense for him.

It feels like he was forced to spit out those words. He didn't mean half of it, really. Those words were like a programmed software that was inputted into his brain like a robot, all fabricated and made up.

A soft warmth on both sides of his cheeks made him throw away those clouding thoughts in his mind and focused on the man in front of him instead.

"It's okay to look and feel different sometimes. We all have our own personalities, interests and habits and we can't change the fact that it is already a part of our life. Who cares what other people thinks? Who cares about what they say?," Yeonjun leaned a bit closer and tilted his head, eyebrows raised up.

You are you and they are them so don't hold yourself back on being who you want to be, okay? Don't give two flying fucks to them and enjoy yourself," he heartwarmingly said as he finished with his two middle finger raised up jokingly.

"You said to not hold back, right?," Soobin asked as Yeonjun cutely nodded. "Yeah.  You can do whatever you want to d—"

Soobin leaned in and trapped Yeonjun between him and the sink, making the latter catch his breath away with widened eyes. The younger's eyes dilated as he gazed on the older's parted lips, pink and full. Yeonjun put his hand on the taller's chest and grasps on the fabric tightly, trying to maintain a safe distance but also hinting that he's wanting the other's touch.

Each other's breath was ghosting their lips, eyes already hooded with a glint of anticipation. "Can I do this then?" Soobin whispered as he let himself dive into Yeonjun's lips softly, trying to savor the sweet taste of it. Yeonjun snaked his arms around the taller's nape and pulled him closer while tangling his fingers through Soobin's soft locks. He gasped as the younger bit his bottom lip, Soobin's tongue slowly making its way into Yeonjun's mouth.

Soobin didn't hold himself back and explored every single corner of the older's mouth, who let out an airy and soft moan through his swollen lips, making the younger crazy. Soobin felt good unrestrained for once and do what his heart says him to do. It was suffocating being constricted and locked up in a fabricated persona that he built himself for such a long time.

It only took one person to break his walls and he's glad that Yeonjun was the one who get him out of it.

They pulled out of the kiss slowly, a string of saliva between both of their swollen lips. Yeonjun fluttered his eyes open, seeing Soobin with a soft smile on his face, his eyes glowing warmly. "Thank you. It was nice to let myself on the loose for a while," he looked away as embarrassment hits him suddenly and blushes profusely.

Yeonjun laughs and softly replies, "No problem. I never knew I'd see you flustered this much when I should be the one who's doing that right now.  Where's the bad boy Choi Soobin, huh?" He teasingly says and booped his nose.

"Nowhere, that's where," Soobin tried to speak up but lost the ability to form the right words and sentences which made Yeonjun chuckle in triumph and ushered him to sit down again.

Soobin, deciding that he'll do whatever the fuck he wants today, smirks and pulls Yeonjun on his lap after sitting on the said chair. The latter squealed and held onto Soobin's shoulders for support, now gets his turn to blush extensively.

"The bad boy Choi Soobin is here, though? You're straddling him right now," he tilted his head and put on a mocking smirk on his face, looking straight into Yeonjun's eyes who tried to avoid his as fast as he could.

"Look forward," Soobin demanded with an imperative voice, making Yeonjun gulp but still not giving in to the command. "I said look forward," the younger said, low and deep, making the other shiver and looks slowly at Soobin's face. He's not gonna lie, Soobin looks hot as fuck right now.

The taller leaned in to Yeonjun's ear and whispered, "You need to dye my hair now while I'm in the mood for it." Soobin laughed as he gazed at the latter's expression who was now standing up and preparing the contents in the boxes of hair dyes with a prominent blush on his cheeks.

"S-shut up and stop laughing, you bitch ass."