grabbing up his hand, he looked up to the boy with a worried expression. "how could you let yourself get injured with over practicing? i know you like playing but you need to relax with this stuff." he muttered, holding softly to the injured arm. "it's not my fault, captain reduced practice hours and i needed more than just an hour."
running his hand through his black hair, he thought about what colour he could go next. "still.." he sighed, letting it go and packing away the tape.
"yeonjun, look at me." he stared at the boy blankly, it usually meant a long conversation was about to begin. hesitantly, he stared up to the younger. "your health will end up declining and you'll feel a huge mood drop that'll make hockey unbearable for you. do you want that?" his words were so harsh that it felt like a burn on his skin. "no, i don't." he muttered, his gaze was just so overpowering.
nodding, he held the boys hand, interlocking them carefully with a soft smile. "injuring yourself only leads to you beating yourself up more. you're getting up to pro level yeonjun. you shouldn't risk that title. even your sister will end up dropping if you do." he sighed, no matter their sibling rivalry, they still managed to do everything together. whether it was out of love or force. he hung his head, fidgeting with his free hand. "i'm sorry i made you worry and make you rush to my dorm like this."
"soobin, you make me feel so weird." he muttered, making him confused. was he hearing right? "i'm sorry?"
"heh, it's nothing. don't worry." he smiled, everything he said could be hidden by a smile and it would convince him too. pursing his lips, he wanted to ask more but how could it be subtle.
"i should probably go, your sisters gonna get home soon and she loves calling us boyfriends when she sees us together." he shrugged, getting up from the bed. feeling him get pulled back with so much force that it shocked him making him stumble forward. pushing his arms out to keep himself from absolutely slamming into the ground. he winced with closed eyes as he waited for nonexistent impact.
feeling a heavy breath hit his face, he opened his eyes to the boy. "oh i'm.. sorry." he muttered. glancing back to spot the door. "no. stay please." he clutched onto his hand, it made him confused. this was his strongly communicated token 'straight friend'. what was this?
he didn't like this, but he did? the boy stared up to him in such a strong way that it made him slightly uncomfortable. "can i?" he muttered softly, his eyes were blank and couldn't stop his eyes from moving. smiling, he leaned up to the boy, obviously cueing a yes. leaning down slightly, he knew he'd regret doing this. he'd regret it so much. but was regret overruled by greed? of course it was.
"YAH CHOI SOOBIN GET OFF MY BROTHER-" snapping his head up, he stood up straight and ran to the door to see the blonde girl disappear out the door. "YEONSEO IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK I SWEAR-" he shrieked, horror coursing through him. oh my god his childhood friend just saw him on top of her brother. covering his face with his hands, it was so embarrassing. how could he let this happen?
feeling his hands get pulled off of his face, he stared down on the boy with an embarrassed expression. "soobin?" furrowing his eyebrows, he sighed. "i can't believe i let yeonseo see us like that, i'm not gonna hear the end of it now." he groaned. it was so annoying. "if only.." feeling the collar of his shirt get pulled down, a soft impact fell on his lips. widening his eyes, this was so foreign. was this actually happening?
pulling away from the boy, he felt content with himself. "god you're annoying when you talk so much." he sighed, "i just needed to do that, feel free to rat me out to yeonseo." he said in a hushed tone. almost ashamed after he did that. pursing his lips, he also sighed. pushing his lips on the boy, actually prepared for it to happen. "feel free to rat me out to yeonseo." he voiced back to him with a smile, pecking at his lips.
