WEAK SPOT [YEONBIN]

✃MANIAorAGAPE ✃

They lay together. Soobin had fallen a sleep about an hour ago. The TV in Soobin's room was still on but paused. Yeonjun can't sleep. He never can even if it's getting dark out.

But he was content dancing his fingertips across Soobin's exposed bruises. His low cut sleeping shirt reveals the hickies in plain sight.

Yeonjun thinks about tomorrow.He  wonders if Soobin will listen and wear that shirt he suggested earlier, so that everyone can see.

Yeonjun was excited to watch Soobin. In class, or in the halls, in front of people, showcasing the marks I, Choi Yeonjun, gave him.

I want to see him get all shy whenever we make eye contact. I want him to flush when we're alone in the halls or library or bathroom. I want to overhear his stutter when others gasp and ask Soobin 'who's the girl?'

Yeonjun sighs. He moves his hands from Soobin's neck. He looks at the sleeping boy's face. Yeonjun's fingers reach up toward the boy's hair and he gently cards his fingers through the soft strands.

Fuck.

What a mess.

Yeonjun leans in a bit closer.

"Hey, Soobin?" He whispers. The younger stirs a bit.

"Hey, I gotta head out." Yeonjun says in his ear.

Soobin's brows furrow, eyes twitching. "Hmmm?"

"Bin. I have to go."

Soobin's eyes flutter open. Yeonjun backs away.

Soobin starts sitting up, still groggy. "O-Oh. Okay, really?"

"Yeah."

Yeonjun gets up off the bed then. He picks up his gray hoodie and starts putting it on.

Soobin truly wakes up.

"W-What? You seriously just gonna give me..." Soobin gestures towards his neck, "A-And then leave? I don't like that, Yeonjun."

Yeonjun turns, looking down at him. He sees Soobin sitting at the edge of his bed. The boy looks mad. Soobin's brows are pinched together and there's a slight pout on his lips. The bruises.

Yeonjun doesn't want to leave. He wants to stand and stare a bit longer.

"I'm gonna give you some space Soobin."

Soobin raises a brow, "You? Space?" He scoffs. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Yeonjun's eyes widen, he smiles, his brows raise. "Wow, look at you~ cursing now, huh? What will your dad think?".

Soobin crosses his arms, "I don't care about what he'll think. I'm perfect and he treats me like some... some stranger so screw b-being perfect." The word perfect sounds like a lie to the boy. But Soobin has tried his best in life. I did the best I could with everything.

Yeonjun, intrigued, goes to kneel in front of the pouting younger; "And your god?"

Soobin blinks. He huffs and looks away from Yeonjun.

Yeonjun feels his chest ache. I adore you.

"I... I can stay for a little while longer?"

Soobin nods. "I don't want to be alone. Not by myself. I- I like hiding up here. With you. Give me space when you're in a mood or something. Not now. I don't like that. I feel like you used me."