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"C'mon dude, can't you see the hints?"

Quickly processing the first shock, Beomgyu switched back to his nonchalant mode. "Nah, probably I'm blind." He saw through the corner of his eyes Yeonjun sitting up from laying down. And this time it was the pink-head who threw the nasty-dirty glare, as if the walnut-head had shitted his pants.

"You hoe," He gritted his teeth so hard Beomgyu felt like he wouldn't be able to even help the chuckle. "I was just being-" He trailed off keeping what he was saying unsaid and waved his hand in the air like shoo-ing mosquitoes, face exposing an extreme pissed look.

"You were just being...?" Beomgyu cocked a brow at him with a naughty smirk.

Exhaling roughly, the moment Yeonjun was about to spit a 'nevermind' at the younger, there was a knock on the door. "Hey freak!"

"Hyung, what d'you need?" The walnut-head pressed his lips against each other that formed a straight line and yelled through the closed door.

"I'm comin' inside. Fix your postures if you guys doin' something." Bangchan matched his brother's level of voice and soon the door was swung opened.

"Did I disturb?" He questioned with a large grin. "Were you two 'boutta kiss?"

"Did you eat cow dung or something?" Faking the extreme disturbance on his face, Beomgyu hissed. Of course he had to fake it, because the work kiss did nothing but made a scene of him and Yeonjun kissing pop inside his mind. And dang, he hated it so bad. Didn't he?

"Hyung, is he always like a dick to you?" Yeonjun swore, forgetting the part that good boys weren't supposed to curse.

"Shut up!" Beomgyu snarled at him turning his head for a split second. "Tell me what do you need." He looked at his brother and sighed tiredly.

"Uh.. underwear?" Bangchan scratched the back of his head harshly.

"Oh, that blue and so freakin' large one was yours? Mom shoved it into my hand and was ready to murder if I'd said I wouldn't take it." The youngest male rambled and pointed at his closet. "It's inside. Grab it and for goodness's sake and fuck off."

"Dude where's your manners?" Bangchan asked walking over to the medium-sized closet and stuffing something inside his pocket from there.

"He ate them I think." Yeonjun drawled biting back a large grin as he spot Beomgyu's ears turning a faint shade of red.

"Oh, by the way Yeonjun, good luck with my brother!" Banchan wished with a smirk and walked out of the room after winking at the mentioned pink-head. Yeonjun flusteredly looked at Beomgyu, expecting to see the other glaring back at him. But, the walnut head was hell of a lot flustered and embarrassed that he couldn't even meet the elder's eyes, unaware of the reason himself.

Finally being able to cover that up, Beomgyu looked back at Yeonjun. "Sorry for that one." He chuckled awkwardly.

"I like you better this way." Yeonjun just smiled fondly at the younger's reddish awkward face.

"And?" His heart picking up speed, Beomgyu broke the eye contact they were in and turned his to the side, lips flashing a smile.

"And you should smile more often." The pink-head's smile grew even wider, eyes glowing with emotions. And he saw the most surprising thing in the whole world; his Beomgyu was blushing.

But the pink tint on his cheeks faded real quick as a smirk took over his lips. "I like you better in the hot way." Yeonjun's eyes sort of widened as he felt butterflies down at his stomach. "You should often keep the first two buttons of your shirt open and stop bein' teacher's pet."

The older male bit his lips, forcing himself to prevent the smile. "It's already late. I'ma go and sleep." He gushed out and laid back on the bed with a mere thud, shutting his eyes closed right after.

That intense gaze of Beomgyu was too much, too fucking much for him to bear. He blushed deeply digging his face into the pillow. He was too shy to handle the back flirt Beomgyu did.

Yeonjun heard a sly chuckle that came from none other than Beomgyu. And heck! That sounded like church choir to him.

He felt the walnut-head lying down beside him and pulling the sheets on.

"Goodnight hun." Yeonjun heard a deep whisper that gave him goosebumps, blood rushing to his face again.

"Night." He replied and closed his eyes, drifting off sometimes among the next few minutes.

Hours passed but the continuous tossing and turnings of Beomgyu beside him couldn't even bother the pink-head male's beauty sleep a bit.

The younger male laid on his back staring at the dark ceiling above. The room just had a hazy moonlight that came inside the shadowy room through the transparent window.

He checked his phone.

00:53, it said.

Argh, it had been probably more than an hour Yeonjun had dozed off, and Beomgyu'd been really tired lying there on the bed alone, without any signs of sleep.

He was exhausted, but something inside him, something deep down in his unconscious mind, some frustration about the confusing feelings for Yeonjun had probably kept him up.

He had fallen in love before. He knew what were the symptoms that indicated if you were in love with someone. But....

Yes, he agreed Yeonjun gave him sly increase, nope, more like an extreme increase in his heartbeat. Yes, he sometimes made Beomgyu's heart skip a bit by how lavishing he looked with that pinkish blonde hair. His foxy eyes did have something that made Beomgyu want to drown himself, lose himself in them and the boy wouldn't even regret the drown.

Shit! He was possibly losing his sanity...

...over Yeonjun.

The sudden anger that had raged inside him when Yeonjun had been punched made sense.

The sudden blush that crept had up to his cheeks when Yeonjun complimented him made sense.

The tension when his dad had asked who Yeonjun was made sense.

The way Yeonjun's smiling face kept popping inside his mind out of nowhere made sense.

Holy rabies-!

Everything made sense and Beomgyu had been the one who was completely senseless about the fact that they all made sense!

Beomgyu's trail of thoughts were interrupted by the mere groans of the older male, who was tossing in his sleep.

His closed eyelids shook lightly and a frown was displayed on his face. Beomgyu chuckled at the pretty boy in front of him.

The next moment he spotted something which made him furrow his eyebrows a little, the smile on his lips not going away though.

Yeonjun was hugging himself in sleep. More like he tried to hug something but there wasn't any spare pillow beside, so he was seen embracing his own body in both the arms.

Silly boy...

Beomgyu smiled at the elegant sight before his eyes and decided to do something that he had never done before.

The tip of his nose turning a little pink, he brushed his lips over Yeonjun's temple gently, and embraced the older boy in his arms.

His lips stretched into a genuine tight lipped smile as he smelled strong scent of conditioner from Yeonjun's pinkish locks.

Beomgyu's eyelids felt heavy as he felt himself drowning into the warmth of the older boy's body.

Snuggling up closer, he finally loosened his senses, a soothing relaxation flew through his every vein and muscle.

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Beomgyu peacefully dozed off with a pretty smile, soaked into Yeonjun's vanilla scent.