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Beomgyu drew his eyes toward the school's entrance for the nth time.

But no, there wasn't any trace of the certain pink-haired male he was seeking for.

But, why'm I tensed? I don't even care 'bout existence.

He shook his head to shrug off the thought and motioned towards the classroom. Even though, his unconscious mind was wandering still in search for the 'him'.

---

"Taehyun?" Beomgyu called the peach-head walking next to him, after quickly making sure that Jungkook was busy on his phone behind.

Taehyun hummed in response, eyes wandering here and there aimlessly.

"..You know where's Yeonjun?" The hesitation was lacing his tone.

"Why? You miss him?" Smirking, the peach-head scoffed and exactly that was what Beomgyu had been afraid of.

"I just casually asked. What's wrong with that?" The older forced boredom on his face as he rationalized.

"No need to lie." Taehyun chuckled and slipped one hand inside his pocket. "I know Choi Beomgyu misses Choi Yeonjun a lot."

"Fuck off!" The walnut-head muttered after he had smacked the other's head playfully and Taehyun just giggled. Nonetheless, Beomgyu himself wasn't really sure if it was out of just simple curiosity or he really was a little, a tiny little bit concerned.

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Lying on his bed motionlessly, Beomgyu was fighting himself in head.

Should I text him? Why'd I? I ain't nobody to worry. Ughh, if something bad happens to him I swear to god... But, I- miss his teasings...

Err, you're driving me crazy you motherfucker!

Think of something else, Gyu. Try recalling the laws of Newton. What's the second law of Newton?

The law of Yeonju- Shit. What's wrong with you dumbass!

But, why you keep coming in my mind, Yeonjun?! 

Ugh, I wanna talk to him. I fucking need to talk to him.

That's it. It's been long since he last teased me. And, I fucking do miss him.

I can text him... but wait! I need a crappy excuse to do that.

Fuck, think Gyu think, what can be used as an excuse? 

Fucking hell, yes!

I can ask him 'bout his progress in that goddamn assignment. Finally, oh god!

With an unaware little smile on his pretty face, the boy reached for his phone on the bed-side table.

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Yeonjun was reading a book. He unwillingly had to as his mother shoved this book in his hands and told him to put that goddamn phone down. So, there he was, slowly turning the pages of a romantic novel one after another, even though all his mind could comprehend was his Beomgyu.

His Beomgyu?

Definitely! Not yet but he would make him his one day, right?