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[Double update!!!!
And also, I've found the previously used cover of my story, yayyy!]

"So...tell me something about yourself." Yeonjun spoke, serving the delicious-looking blueberry yoghurt to both their plates.

The two were now seated inside the fabulouly organized shadowy room, on the chairs. Since it was already after-dinner time, Yeonjun hadn't prepared a full meal but just some desserts and soft drinks. But one thing that made Beomgyu's heart filled with ecstasy and euphoria was that the older had made the blueberry yoghurt all by himself; and even told the younger that it was especially done for him.

The extroverted pink-head then explained the reason why he had chosen blueberry as the flavour of his dessert. It was because it tasted like a mixture of sweet and sour; it wasn't too bitter, neither too sugary.

"It's the perfect balance, just like you." The husky whisper still echoed inside Beomgyu's mind.

"Seems like something's on your mind." Yeonjun spoke, eyes exposing light confusion.

"Is it too much if I say it's you?" Beomgyu locked eyes with the elder.

Blushing faintly, Yeonjun glanced away, but flirted back although. "Never knew the feeling was that mutual."

At this point, the younger's heart was running a marathon in a tornado-speed. "T-the ice-cream's meltin'. Let's eat." He blabbered and dug into the desert. He lowered his head and looked to his plate, for which he didn't catch the older was chuckling silently with tenderness at his shy behaviour.

Shoving a spoonful of the ice-cream in his mouth, his eyes flickered into the twice of its normal size. The desert melted in his mouth; and just as the older had described, an emerged taste of sweetness and sourness engraved his mouth. He moaned out merrily, enjoying the taste.

"Mmhmm...Perfect!" His poker face was long gone and a bright smile took over his lips, his black eyes sparkling.

The previous shock that had been written on Beomgyu's face had scared Yeonjun for a millisecond. But then, his shining face of enjoyment and his compliment washed the fear away. The pink-head widely smiled, fondly adoring Beomgyu with his glowing heart eyes. "Does it taste good?"

"Your dessert taste better than mum's!" Beomgyu exclaimed wholeheartedly, giggling a little afterwards.

"Thanks!" The older's eyes crinkled into cresent moons. "I think, you should probably then come over often to have more of my desserts." He suggested with a little mischief.

"If you insist." Beomgyu winked, taking another spoonful of the yoghurt in his mouth.

Yeonjun just watched fondly. Beomgyu's face had the most perfect features. Shaped nose, raven and deep eyes, walnut locks that were spreaded on his forehead neatly....

"Your food's melting." Beomgyu pointed out resuming his eating, the roughness in his voice and the blank stare back again on his face.

"Oh y-yeah..sorry." Yeonjun rubbed the back of his head with an uneasy smile and started eating.

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"So yeah...when I was a child, I was so chubby that I once fell from the chair and broke my left arm." Yeonjun spoke with laughter emerged in his tone.

They were all cleaned up with food and were now sipping the lemonade Yeonjun had prepared. And Beomgyu couldn't help but accept, his date was hell of an amazing cook. The two were gossiping, more like, Yeonjun kept blabbing and Beomgyu was listening to them attentively, his cold era fading in the background as he was showing much more of his expressions and emotions.

"A damn chair!?" Beomgyu questioned, a wide toothy grin plastered on his pinkish lips.

"I was chubby." Yeonjun sipped his drink and remarked, wiggling his brows.

"You must be hell of a lot chubby back then." The younger teased with a faint hint of smirk.

"You!" Yeonjun shouted, nose scrunched up cutely.

Beomgyu giggled playfully, eyeing the older male. He was about to say something retorting when an unknown yell of a female reached their ears.

"We're home, Junnie!"

The walnut-head watched as the older's eyes went big and round, as if he had witnessed a ghost or something. "Dang it, mum's home!"

"Your parents?!" Beomgyu questioned almost panicking.

The older hummed affirmatively in response. "The candles!" He exclaimed, suddenly remembering about them, rushing to blow the things out and hide them.

Beomgyu understood the assignment without the whole sentence being spoken. He started helping out Yeonjun to hide the candles inside his closet and shut the door behind.

Two knocks on the room's door, followed by the door flinging open, revealed a tall, mid-aged, ravenette woman. And thank goodness, the two were swifter because if shutting the door had been one more second later, they would've been busted.

The elderly woman stared at the two young boys with question and confusion as youngers flashed an uneasy, criminal-getting-busted grin. The eldest questioned, voice holding the sharpness of a blade. "Who are you?"

Your son's future boyfie. Beomgyu bit back his tongue from uttering the sentence out loud. "I'm Choi Beomgyu, ma'am. His," he poked Yeonjun's side. "friend. Close friend." He flashed a manipulative smile but the woman didn't look much convinced.

"Why's there a table here?" She cocked a brow, gaze at the table upon which remained the used plates. "Yeonjun?" She looked at her son, demanding a response. According to Beomgyu, this Mrs.Choi had a fiercely aura, and dressed in a three piece suit and her hand tugged inside the pocket, the boy feared she might murder him anytime.

"Hoeny... what's taking you so long?" Before the mentioned male could jerk something out of his dry throat, the walnut-head heard the familiar woman voice of Yeonjun's other mum, who was the teacher of the two's high school.

The blonde woman walked inside and sort of hitched in her trails spotting Beomgyu by her son with a criminally awkward grin plastered on his lips. "Hey, isn't it you who was asking me today about where Yeonjun was?" She questioned in a rather soft tone than the other woman who stood with a death glare shot at Beomgyu. The walnut-head was starting to feel like he had committed some illegal stuff.

"Y-yes ma'am." The walnut-head hoped that Yeonjun's blonde mum wouldn't be that much of a judge and he would be able to slide out of the trouble somehow.

"Oh, c'mon hun." Smiling gentle yet knowingly at the two boys, the blonde woman lightly patted her wife's shoulder. "Stop being so judgemental and let the boys live their live." She spoke and dragged Mrs. Choi out of their son's room by her hand, silently shutting the door behind.

"That was a close one." Yeonjun huffed out releasing a breathe.

"That WAS. You could've said something like I'm your pal or bro or something. WHY the HELL did you keep quiet and made that DAMN criminal face?" Beomgyu blurted out all his rage in one breathe, careful not to be too loud or they might get caught.

"Okay baby...calm down." The older spoke with a rather soothing tone, giggling as be ruffled Beomgyu's walnut shaded locks fondly.

"What?" The younger yanked Yeonjun's hand away as he questioned with wide eyes.

"What what?" The pink-head was utterly innocent. He himself was unaware about the pet name he had called the other by.

"Nevermind." Beomgyu shrugged, heart still paced up a little thinking about the nickname he had been addressed as.

.....Was he falling?