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ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᴬᵈᵘˡᵗ | ᴿᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ | ᴰʳᵃᵐᵃ
In the ominous atmosphere of the Moonlit Residence, adolescents without parental love are confronted with their deepest fears. Yeonjun, abandoned by his mother, steps through the gates of this mysterious...
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It had been really close, and Jaemin had scored a goal at the last second. If that hadn't happened, Yeonjun's team would have won. It was a close neck-and-neck race, but he and Minjae proved to be stubborn opponents. The dark blonde Minjae had even held out his hand for a high five. With a slightly queasy feeling in his stomach, Yeonjun clapped his hand and received a few appreciative pats on the shoulder, which made him feel insecure at first, but then made him feel good. It was recognition that he had probably earned through the good match. They no longer saw him as just the new kid on the block, but as the one who had almost beaten the foosball champion Na Jaemin.
He was proud, felt accepted for the first time, even if this moment was only for the fever of soccer. He was aware that they were only congratulating him for that, but he allowed himself to enjoy at least the brief affirmation.
Soobin's lips were also adorned with a gentle smile, and the boy with the sea-blue hair had often seen him cheering out of the corner of his eye when he scored a goal. So Soobin had definitely been on Yeonjun's side, and he couldn't deny that he was happy about it. The attention Soobin gave him was flattering, and as the other boys dispersed to pursue their own interests, Yeonjun and Soobin stayed behind. Minjae had also said goodbye with a, "See you around, Yeonjun," and left with the others. The dark blonde Minjae with his flawless face was actually likeable, and not just because he had agreed to compete with him against Jaemin. He wasn't as arrogant or strange as some people here seemed to be, and the question of why he was even here had briefly crossed Yeonjun's mind.
The two of them stood there somewhat awkwardly, one more reserved than the other. Yeonjun was still resting his arms on the edge of the football table while Soobin pushed the score buttons back and forth.
"You're really good," Soobin finally said, and it was the first real sentence he had said to Yeonjun. The latter was surprised by the unexpected compliment and let his eyes flit over the younger man's features. The dark strands of hair were still a little damp on his forehead, as if he had just stepped out of the shower. Soobin tousled them dry slightly nervously when he felt the other man's gaze.
"Thanks, it was really a miracle that I was so good today," Yeonjun replied, then straightened up and couldn't think about anything else but last night.
Should he ask him what he had done or would it embarrass him?
After all, he didn't know if Soobin was actually sleepwalking or if he had just imagined it. "I actually ... I didn't play that much."
"Waah," Soobin marveled with cute dimples, and his eyes began to sparkle with excitement as if thousands of stars were shining in them, "then you're a natural! So far, everyone has lost hands down to Jaemin." He leaned forward playfully and then added in a whisper: "That's why he spits such high notes. But he's just a bad loser."
A short laugh escaped Yeonjun, and when he realized that it was the first time in his stay that he had laughed, he fell silent again. It felt unusual to be able to laugh again after all the difficult and rainy days, so soon after he had almost had a nervous breakdown earlier. That seemed almost forgotten when Soobin couldn't help but laugh, his eyes narrowing into thin lines. His laughter was warm and pleasant, but over far too quickly.
