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"painted skies in your pretty eyes" - soogyu

“You’ve got…paint on you, Soobin-hyung…” Beomgyu breathes out.

Now, Choi Beomgyu would be honest and say he did not plan this situation. All he'd wanted was his paintbrush back, and stupid annoying Steve Choi, who just HAD to have a good two inches in him, held the brush high above his head.

When did the shyness fall away? Beomgyu thinks. He wasn't like this before, not at all. Because if he were…

Well, he wouldn't be a breath away from him, a hand wrapped around his wrist as his arm half heartedly reaches for the brush he's quickly forgetting about.

He audibly gulps, unable to move away from Soobin's wide eyed gaze.

"Can…can I have my brush back hyung…?"

Soobin exhales softly, blinking so fast that Gyu swears he can feel a breeze coming from them as his face turns redder and redder. 

Slowly, Soobin's arm lowers, the brush being held in place between them. Beomgyu finds he's really in no hurry to take it.

The two are unable to look away from each other, and Beomgyu's starting to think they'll be here forever before someone's phone rings.

As quick as lightning, the two shoot apart, Beomgyu clearing his throat as he checks his phone.

Yeonjun…?

The moment he slides "Accept," he's subjected to a barrage of yelling from his roommate. Something about how it's 6:30 already and he should be home, that Yeonjun just slaved away in the kitchen to make a dinner that Beomgyu isn't even home for, where even is he, blah blah blah. He's loud enough that the full extent of his yelling can be heard through the studio.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Soobin attempting to suppress a laugh, sending him a death glare that only makes the stifled giggles worse, and Beomgyu can't help but think that in that moment, with loose blond hair framing his smiling eyes, that he looks very, very pretty.

[CHOI BEOMGYU?!]

Gyu jumps, groaning into his phone. "Hyung, I just lost track of time."

["With who? Your boyfriend? Girlfriend? Significant other? Is it that b–"]

"OKAY HAHA I LOVE YOU TOO HYUNG BYE BYE."

And Choi Beomgyu accepts his death as he ends that call.

He sighs deeply, looking over at Soobin who, to his slight disappointment, is already packing up.

"Already?"

Soobin furrows his brow. "Your roommate is calling you back home. And trust me when I say that I have known the wrath of Choi Yeonjun. It's not pretty. Plus, we've been here half an hour longer than we should have been."

Beomgyu's eyes widen. "We were supposed to leave–"

"At six, yeah," Soobin finishes for him.

"Ah, God, I'm sorry, hyung." Beomgyu bows apologetically. "I lost track of time."

"Don't worry about it, I did too. It's hard not to when we're hanging out."

Beomgyu blinks. Come again?

"Huh?"

"I should get going too, Kai's probably worried." Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, Soobin waves at Beomgyu. "Same time next Tuesday?"

"...Huh?"

Soobin frowns, waving a hand over a dazed Beomgyu's face. "You okay, Beomgyu?"

"Huh?"