accismus | beomjun

15 : an idiot, you are, but so am i.

The following days had been an absolute disaster for Beomgyu, because 1) he realized that he had been a huge fucking idiot, and 2) it was true that Yeonjun had a little bit of a crush on him. A crush, nothing more.

He had started to notice the way he had looked at him, and the way he is always somewhat attached to him throughout the day. He had started to realize his longing stares and how he had taken any opportunity to hang around him longer, and he had started to realize how much of a dumbass he was.

Beomgyu had realized that he, himself, is an absolute idiot. He was an idiot in the way he had been blind to it before, and he was an idiot in the way he had mindlessly done the same to Yeonjun.

He was an idiot in the way that he simply didn't know he was acting as if he had requited those feelings.

"Here."

Oh. "What's this?"

Yeonjun tosses the milk to him and he reflexively catches it, staring at the beverage in wonder, "why're you giving me this?"

"Didn't you beg for one from me almost everyday before?"

Beomgyu rolls his eyes, "yeah, that was before. Right now is the present."

Yeonjun slides in front of him, elbows resting on his desk as Yeonjun straddles his chair, "what's the difference?"

"People change."

Yeonjun suddenly has his hands on his milk, "So you don't want it?"

"Well, I never said that, did I?"

Yeonjun chuckles, hand retreating back to his chest as he worries at his lip. Beomgyu opens his milk, sipping at his straw as he leans against the backrest to his chair. Yeonjun rests his chin against his palm, head to the side as he watched.

They make eye contact. Neither of them averts their gazes.

It was like a game. A tug of war between unspoken feelings. Ones that Beomgyu hadn't been aware of, ones that he hopes Yeonjun hadn't noticed either.

The straw falls from his lips just as his hand seemed to go slack, falling onto his lap. The cold water clinging to the drink seeps into his jeans.

Yeonjun reaches a hand up, tousling his own hair to get it out of his eyes, and for some reason Beomgyu found it.. attractive.

Attractive. Yeah, that was the word. Something he couldn't imagine saying out loud.