Gay(?)mers

Chapter 7

Previously, in Yoo Joonghyuk's Pov:

For the first time in a while, I was actually feeling... nervous. And there were multiple reasons factoring into why.

First of all; I was aware of my latest status as a 'simp', as the stream worded it-  and little worried that I'd somehow mess up and scare him away. While, second, I was also aware of the possibility that this man could look absolutely horrible in real life. I'm not as worried about that aspect of things, since Han Sooyoung hadn't mentioned anything, but come to think of it, she was the kind of person to leave it until the last second to tell me for a few 'shits and giggles' so here I am, staring intently at my phone, keeping an eye out for any notifications sneakily trying to hint that he's death walking. Even if he is, I doubt I'd sever our companionship, though..

Everything came to a screeching halt, however, when he arrived. And I swear to god, the angels sang when he did. Pale white skin and glossy black hair with pink, full lips to contrast; a body that matched his game skin almost perfectly, cell to pixel, pixel to cell- with the only difference being that his hips and ass were more... how do I word it? Plump? Extravagant?

And oh my lord, I might become a religious man, because I could worship his smile for millennia and never get bored with it.

"A little early, now aren't we?"

For a split-second, I panic, realizing I don't actually know his name- and regrettably resort to his surprisingly fitting username,  "Salvation?"

"Yessirr, at your service~!"

Fuck, I wish you could say that to me in bed-

"Yoo Joongyuk. Nice to meet you." I try to reign my thoughts in a little. Calm down, buddy- don't get too far ahead of yoursel-

He just pet me.

Did he really just pet me!? sIR, IF YOU NEED A DOG, I CAN BARK-!?'

My mission results with failure. He says something else, but it takes me a moment to actually realize, now barely catching his name.

Kim Dokja. A pretty name for a pretty boy, I silently agree, giving him a little nod. A few movements to ground myself in reality and avoid literal enlightenment later, he's somehow moved to my side, now asking for coffee. I agree under the circumstance that I get to pay, refusing to acknowledge the current pounding of my goddamn heart, which feels like it's removed its silencers and is now determined to let anybody within a 100-mile radius know that I'm horny.

Traitor.

. . . . .

'A sweet drink for a sweet man,' was my first thought when he ordered his caramel mocha. He gently assured a little blow over the drink's surface, the steam kissing along his lips as he took a sip, and I found myself silently wishing that it was me. Jealous of a goddamn coffee, I wonder a  moment later- how far have I even fallen by now?

He sighs, putting a hand to his cheek- which does an adorable squish against his palm.

"At this rate, I'm gonna run out of things to teach you in no time~" his musing is followed by a little pout.

"I'm sure there will always be something else.."

He gives me a look, and it takes me a moment to realize that oh- oh shit- I said that out loud, didn't I? Thankfully one of my more restrained thoughts- I stand up, shooting a quick look at my watch, and blurt something about the movie starting soon. He takes the distraction thankfully well, now standing. I look away as quickly as I can, a little afraid that my expression might crumble under his gaze. All hope is lost, however, when he decides to link our arms.

Aaaaaaaaaaa.

We walk in silence for a few minutes, until I eventually give in to my inner tug-of-war, which had been struggling to decide between starting a conversation or leaving him be. "So... what got you into gaming?"

He seemed a little surprised that I'd spoken, but didn't seem to mind. "Ah..! Regrettably, I didn't have any friends during highschool," he thumbed wearily at the ends of his sleeves, "and I was going through some... things ...at the time, so I ended up turning to them as a way of distracting myself..." he trails off, looking a little sad. I wince, realizing that I'd already poked a touchy subject. I rubbed gently at his hand, trying to comfort him- although I've never quite been good at it. "I'm fine now, though!" he suddenly perks up, dishing out another one of his pearly smiles- and I struggle to figure whether or not it was genuine. "It got better not long after, and now I'm just playing because I like them, really."

I nod, now watching as he fishes the movie tickets from his pockets, "and now, I finally have a friend to enjoy things with~"

I can feel a subtle burning in my cheeks, a sudden feeling of pride surging through my body. We're still friends, I wonder, even though I look this scary? I haven't messed anything up?

It's a first, really- making a proper friend on my own. A real, normal person- I don't count Han Sooyoung- is actually talking to me? I shiver, tightening my grip on his hand- and relishing in the little squeeze he gives in return. So far, so good..

. . . .

The movie we'd picked was one I had already seen, the day it hit the cinemas- but after hearing that he hadn't seen it yet, I had lied and said that I hadn't either. It wasn't the best of movies; a pretty average one, really- but it gave me some extra time to admire Kim Dokja in all his beautiful glory.

This man- the most gorgeous, pure and loveable being in the world- had decided to befriend me, of all people; the love-struck fool. Then again, he doesn't know it, I mentally add. He might back off if he realized how I really feel, so I should be careful of that...

My partners in the past had left pretty soon, saying that my love was 'too much'. That the whole concept of such a large, almost ' scary' man being head over heels for them wasn't their ideal. Apparently I look like a stalker...

He looks over, and I freeze in place. Shit. I wouldn't be surprised if he got up and left, right then and there- but he simply smiles, and I can't help but duck my head away. Ah.. I was being selfish. Assuming that he'd leave just because I'm not the best option- he was too nice for that. I was doubting his character, now wasn't I?

I feel my cheeks, once again turning a little red- and I can't help but feel like smiling. He's just so... perfect.  I can't help but feel like I have a chance.

. . . . .

Soon after the movie, I tell him that I'm going to use the bathroom, and he nods, saying he'll wait by the drinks stand. After practically stuffing myself into a stall, I'm quick to open my phone and hurriedly vent the fluffy feelings which had been building up in my chest over the course of the day.  Once I'm done, I lean against the wall and take a long, deep breath- steadying my expression. People seemed less scared when I kept my face neutral, and the only reason I was more relaxed on-stream was because if they didn't like me, they could simply leave.

But he has stayed, I reassure myself, on his own free will. I have a chance...

I smile, now feeling a little determined. This can work.