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The night was long. Yeonjun and Beomgyu had chattered, gossiped, had deep conversations, joked with each other and finally when the younger had fallen asleep while quietly listening to Yeonjun's rants, the pink-head had hung up too, to get his stressed body some sweet slumber.

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It was early in the morning and Mrs. Choi had already knocked a couple of times on his son Beomgyu's bedroom-door in order to wake the boy up for school. She knew after a couple of minutes she would have to go up the stairs again and repeat her actions for the next half an hour. And if she didn't do it, her lazy as hell son would run late for school.

The woman was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the other three men of her family. The sudden rattles of footsteps on the staircases made her look back with sly surprise.

Her jaw fell open, a mocking smile taking over her lips. "You?" She asked, raising a brow at her son,fully dressed to leave for school. "All ready today?" She spared a swift glance to the clock. "That even this early?"

Beomgyu threw her a twitched glare and silently made his way to the kitchen table. Finishing up the breakfast in the speed of light, he stormed out of the house grabbing the key to his car with his backpack hung over his back. Regardless, the concern and distress inside his eyes didn't escape his mother's gaze.

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Yeonjun was fixing his pink locks with splashes of water along with a comb, standing in front of the bathroom mirror when his phone beeped.

beomie ✨

R u ready for schl?
Im in front of your house
HURRY THE FUCK UP
sent 7:27 am

-_-
comin
read 7:29 am

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What the heck?

Why was Beomgyu here to pick him up for school?

Shouldn't it have been the other way around?

Erk, nevermind.

Shrugging, the boy rushed up with his activities. After the next two minutes, he was spotted pleasantly sitting on the passenger seat beside the driver's one, his backpack thrown at the backseat, inside Beomgyu's matte red shaded car, which whooshing through the sort of empty road.

"So? Did you smoke weed or something?" Yeonjun broke the silence.

Beomgyu didn't reply. His eyelids didn't even quiver and just stayed fixedly glued on the road before.

"Hell! I'm sorry." God knew for what the older apologised. "Now, will Mister Choi would be kind enough to tell me what's wrong that he came to pick me up?" He pushed the topic in a different, mimicking way.

And as an answer to that, Yeonjun felt the car coming to a jerking stop by the road's side. "Get off." Beomgyu commanded sternly.

"What!" Yeonjun looked around with a confused face. "We're not even close to school! Why'd I get off the car?"

"Since you ain't liking the fact that I'm givin' you a ride, then get off and please get some other boy to help you with a ride!" The younger snapped, head tilted a little to meet Yeonjun's eyes with his darkened once.

He's in a bad mood today. Noted.

"Look, I'm sorry." Yeonjun apologized again, now feeling a little guilty for messing with the already mad Beomgyu.

The younger didn't reply and quietly shifted the car back to drive mode, starting off again.

Silence took over them, just a soft Korean song playing at the background. Yeonjun lowly whistled to that, gaze fixed outside through the car's window.

Although, Beomgyu had a lot stuffed in his mind, he wasn't sure where to actually start from. He was concerned about what the pink-head might get to face today. He didn't want Yeonjun to be hurt, and wanted to tell him he was always ready to stick by his side no matter what. But the words wouldn't just come out...

And why the hell even he was being so cheesy and cheap?

Fuck it, he just had a silly, idiotic crush on Yeonjun, and nothing else. That was it.

But the strong connection he felt-

Dang it, Beomgyu! Shut the fuck up and focus on driving! You gon' cause an accident and get the two of you in trouble!

Soon, the car was found being parked in front of the large school gate. Yeonjun got off, pulling open the door to the backseat to grab his and the other's backpack from there.

Beomgyu, too, got off, pulling the key to ignition out and shoving it in his jeans' pocket. He caught the bag with professionalism that the older threw at him, and both began to walk to their classes.

A comfortable silence still swirled around them.

Wait.

Since when did Beomgyu start getting that comfortable around Yeonjun?

They walked through the halls, and the students shooting weird and twitched glares at Yeonjun didn't escape Beomgyu's sight.

Hesitant, he although threw an arm around the older's shoulders. He wanted to make the boy sense the fact that he wasn't alone. There was someone, someone who'd support him and get his back in even the worst parts of things.

Feeling a sudden warmth on his shoulder, Yeonjun was a little startled. He jerkingly tilted his head sidewards, only to see it was none but Beomgyu. The younger offered him a gentle smile, the one that made a soft warm feeling bloom inside his chest. Yeonjun mirrored the curves of the walnut-head's lips, smiling back with some tingling sensations down in his stomach.

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It was the second period, and Yeonjun and Beomgyu, sitting side by side were stuck into a boring physics lecture. Their teacher had a damn monotonous tone, not getting lower, not raising the tone, and only ranting and explaining the subject in the same pitch of voice.

Even the good-boy Yeonjun was bored out. His eyes had lost their usual glint and just stared at the front blankly with a poker face on.

Beomgyu felt a bit concerned, because as soon as they had entered the classroom early in the morning, a few random students and specifically, the mean girls' squad that you have got in every school, started whispering things amongst themselves. They had glanced at Yeonjun a couple of times while doing so, intentionally making the boy feel uncomfortable and Beomgyu had been this tad bit away from kicking them in their crotches.

He even had asked Yeonjun if he wanted to talk about this, but the older just denied with a wave. So, Beomgyu hadn't pushed the matter furthermore, but seeing Yeonjun without his usual sparks made a crack form on his heart.

It was fifteen minutes more for the session to come to an end. That was when, a staff member of the school entered the classroom

And even before Beomgyu could process the situation, he found Yeonjun being called out of the classroom to their Biology teacher, Mr. Jung's desk.

The walnut-head heaved a long sigh. He was nicely aware that he couldn't follow the older there, even though, he had a firm urge to do so.

I hope it goes smooth for him.

He prayed in his mind with irrelevant heartbeats and a bunch of messy thoughts.