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The next morning when Beomgyu was woken up by the bright sunlight hitting his eyes, he had never felt warmer before. The first thing he sighted was his boyfriend's sleep-smiling face and he sensed something tingling blooming inside his heart. He was embraced close to Yeonjun's body with so much softness and their breathes were colliding with each other.

He ran a hand through the elder's already chaotic hair with tenderness. "Yeonjunnieee" He whispered singsong-ly. "Wakie wakie~~"

There was no response, just the two boys' rhythmic thuds of hearts. "Oiii" Beomgyu punched his chest lightly, giggling.

There were a few groggy grunts. "Mom, please, it's Saturday." He whined with shut eyelids.

Beomgyu couldn't help the chuckle escaping his lips. "Bitch it's me! Your boyfriend!"

Yeonjun groggily uttered an "oh" and embraced the younger even tighter to himself. "Let me sleep, my dear boyfriend." He muffledly emitted and snuggled his nose deeper into Beomgyu's chest.

The younger squirmed, flinching lightly. "Eh, it tickles! Get off!"

Yeonjun's eyelids quivered in an attempt to be open and finally widened slyly, just enough to peek thinly outside. "Crap!" Conscience hit him hard as he shot up straight on the bed (unlike his sexuality). "We're in your house! Mrs. Choi must've been mad!" He blurted out.

"Chill bro." Beomgyu drawled from behind him, still laying. He lazily sat up just to fall back down again in his boyfriend's lap, yawning breathily. "She's not up yet. It's only 9."

"Good lord." Yeonjun murmured, heaving a tiny exhale of relief.

"You're cute." Beomgyu tonelessly admired, glancing out through the window blankly.

"And vice versa." Yeonjun spoke without missing a beat.

"You're unbelievable!" Beomgyu informed with disturbance and moved to get up. He was opening his mouth to utter something more but Yeonjun butted in.

"You just said I was cute." He reminded with mischief.

Beomgyu shook his head, padding away to the bathroom. "Im'ma go get freshen up. You can be next." He yelled out before shutting the door with a click.

Yeonjun helplessly smiled for no reason.

Or probably, for Beomgyu.

Who knew?

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Yeonjun, Beomgyu and Bangchan were all seated in the dining room, patiently waiting for Mrs. Choi to bring them breakfast. Yeonjun had offered the lady a hand earlier, but she declined it with a motherly scolding and commanded the pink-head to go back and wait a few more minutes.

So, Yeonjun was waiting, when he suddenly noticed Mr. Choi wasn't there with them. Even though the presence of the man scared him off low-key, he questioned them where he was.

"He's got work." Beomgyu said, not looking even a bit off that his father wasn't home.

And unknowingly, Yeonjun too sighed shortly out of relief. Mr. Choi's solemn face and icy eyes threw goosebumps all over his skin. It felt better to him when the man wasn't present.

"Did you two use protection last night?" Bangchan whispered, loud enough only to be heard by the certain two.

Beomgyu and Yeonjun shared a glance, a faint red tint taking over their faces.