𝔽𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 ℍ𝕚𝕣𝕖, Beomjun

005

"What's the matter, darling? Don't you want to be mine for the next couple of months?" Yeonjun gives him a dashing smile even though it does nothing to help in this situation.

Yeonjun knows he can be tactless: insensitive and bad at handling these kinds of situations. He's been told countless times before but it's like he doesn't want to learn otherwise, finding it fun to poke and tease playfully at those concerned.

Though you'd never expect this behaviour from him if you're a lady. He'll treat you like a princess if it means a date that could lead to something more. He'll kiss the floor you walk on and lay petals at your feet, playing the perfect man until you give yourself to him.

But because of his current occupation, he can no longer flirt with those beautiful women he can remember. For now, he relies on only his right hand to offer him some form of relief when his sexual drive increases.

His fake boyfriend sits opposite him, remaining silent and staring at the ground. His hot chocolate which was once visibly warm given the steam radiating off it, is now ice cold and miserably untouched. Beomgyu's so lost in his thoughts he didn't hear Yeonjun's comment.

Although they were asked to stay after the confrontation in the garden, both Yeonjun and Beomgyu were ready to leave and therefore Yeonjun decided to act rather drunk to give them a reason to leave. He swayed slightly to sell the act and slurred his words every so often until Beomgyu chimed up about how he thought it was best they get going.

'He doesn't drink. The wine must've got to him easily.' Beomgyu had said, probably to keep up a good image despite the fact he's acting drunk, saying he doesn't drink it gave off the impression he was practical rather than just some party animal.

After sleeping in a hotel, the two spent most of the day in the room with Beomgyu hiding away in the bedroom either on the phone or pulling the roots of his hair.

Then they later ended up at the Blue Hour Café once again, with Yeonjun ordering himself a coffee and Beomgyu a hot chocolate since he hadn't responded himself when asked.

"Beomgyu?" Yeonjun raises an eyebrow, tilting his head as his eyes search over Beomgyu's soft features. "If you don't say anything I'm going to start thinking I'm having a visual hallucination."

It takes Yeonjun waving his hand in Beomgyu's face for the brown-haired boy to snap back into reality, eyes widening when they meet Yeonjun's.

"You agree, don't you?

"Agree with what?"

"Extending the contract."

"Y-yeah..." Beomgyu's voice is quiet, struggling to find it under all the stress consuming his every process.

"Why are you so quiet then?"

"I think you'll have to stay with me for quite some time..."

"I signed a contract." Yeonjun laughs, taking a sip of his coffee. "I think I knew from there that this wouldn't be a one-time thing."

Beomgyu rolls his lips inward, keeping his eyes glued outside the café where a man and a lady are arguing over something unintelligible.

"I mean, I think we'll have to live together, Yeonjun."

Yeonjun almost crushes his plastic cup as his grip tightens on it and his eyes widen. His expression changes so quickly you wouldn't have believed he was smiling only seconds ago.

"Why would I have to live with you?" A hint of a scoff in Yeonjun's voice tells Beomgyu he agrees this idea is ridiculous. The furrow in his brows and angry pout aid in that too.