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A few days passed by, nothing really remarkable happening amongst them. The two had gone for another date. Not really date, it had been supposed to be a hang out,all the six of them together at an amusement park. But later, the two certain boys had found out that the other four betrayers had left them alone to have some private time.

Yeonjun and Beomgyu both had reacted a little disgusted and loathingly at them, but deep down both had been grateful to their friends, and about which sensation, neither of them had been aware that it had been mutual.

Both had that one swirling question that lingered onto their heart, "Am I falling?". And as an answer to that question, each of the two was presuming a likely yes. Beomgyu felt gradually intimidated, and Yeonjun was a thousand times happier than he had ever been by it.

It was a usual, bright morning and Beomgyu, as usual was running late for his school, which he gave no damn about.

Putting on his sneakers with unwilling swiftness, the boy sprinted out of the house. But the person he found standing at the front of his house made him stop midway with sudden shock.

"The heck you're doing with that damn car here?" Beomgyu threw a nasty glare at Yeonjun, who stood there leaning against his car, the keys hanging from his index finger.

"I'm here to pick you up." The older didn't mind the curse and glare and just flashed an ear-to-ear, half-embarrassed smile. "Hop in." He opened the car door like a prince Charming for the younger to get inside.

Flattered by that, even with that disgusted look plastered on his face, the walnut-head head plopped himself inside; a faint smile ruling the corner of his lips. Why you creating a fuss in my already messed up life, Jun?

With a gentle expression, Yeonjun closed the car door and walked to the other side, getting inside the driver's seat.

The first half of the drive was comfortably silent, a soft song playing at the background to which Beomgyu hummed in a deep, barely audible, yet honey-sweet tone.

The song had ended and Yeonjun shot the younger a glance of fondness. But Beomgyu didn't take notice of that, and kept glaring away through the glass window, looking at nothing yet everything.

The older shook his head gently with a silly little smile curved on his plump lips. But, usually, and this time too, as much as he attempted to force the younger out of his mind and focus on the stuff he was doing, every thought of his started leading back to Beomgyu. Aish, you stupid heart! You should calm your ass down sometimes!

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"A study tour will be held on the next Sunday at the Biology museum. The students are kindly requested to invest a hundred and fifty wons each to their Biology teacher to carry the expenses." Mr. Jung read the notice out loud so all the students could hear him clearly.

He looked up from the piece of paper in his hands and smiled brightly at his pupils, who were now cheering and hollering with happiness like preteens. "Okay okay guys, calm down!" He commanded, gentle yet loudly.

The buzzing and murmuring immediately faded away and a flat silence took over the classroom. "Now, I'll leave the charge upon," His eyes stopped on Choi Yeonjun, who was a little busy staring at the gorgeous boy beside him. "Mr. Choi Yeonjun! Stand up!" He shouted, not fiercely though, which made a subtle wave of peaceful giggle washed over the place as the teacher's pet was being attacked.

The yell struck Yeonjun out of his thoughts as he shot upwards with a redly embarrassed face. "Sir."

"You should be more attentive in class." Mr. Jung remarked seriously, but the smug smirk at the corner of his lips told the pink-head teen that his teacher had taken notice of him staring in awe at Beomgyu.

"Yes sir." Yeonjun nodded sharply with an uneasy smile.

"Now, young man," Mr. Jung started. "I leave the charge on you to collect all the money from each of the person present here for the tour. You can submit the total amount to me in the next class that I get with y'all."

"Yes sir." Yeonjun responded with swiftness and placed himself back on to his seat.

Mr. Jung just hummed to that obliviously. He was confident as hell that the popular and active student of the campus would get the task he was given done properly by any means, just as the boy had always done.

But, not always what we presume are alike to what happens, right?

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The days to the tour was coming closer, and the hype and excitement amongst students were increasing even more. Beomgyu, himself was hell of a lot excited, but always keeping that blunt face on, nobody other than his two friends, more like four, (because Soobin and Huening were also counted in by the walnut-head now), and his soon-to-be boyfriend, Choi Yeonjun, was aware about the fact.

Now, you may ask, why soon-to-be boyfriend? Because, Beomgyu had had enough of those frigging playdates with Yeonjun and now, he just wanted the male to be his damn boyfriend.

He wasn't that petty, denial boy anymore. Rather, since all the hints and clues were clear that both of the boys apparently did like each other, Beomgyu was considering the fact of making a bolder move.

But, he had planned all these proposal thingies and the serious conversation for a little later, once they would be over with the school's museum tour. And Beomgyu was excited, for the tour, of course, but hell of a lot more for the event that was awaiting next.

It was Thursday, which contained the last Biology class for the week in it. It was the day in which Yeonjun was required to submit the total amount of money to their Biology teacher, Me. Jung.

And sitting on the classroom with a concerned mind, Beomgyu was worrying if the pink-head would be able to make it to school today. He remembered that last night, Yeonjun had told him that his head felt a little dizzy; and the voice messages he sent, Beomgyu caught the older coughing often among sentences.

It was almost time for the warning bell to ring, and still there wasn't any single trace of the certain boy with pinkly shaded locks Beomgyu seemed for. Dang it!