Choi Yeonjun didn't even spare the decision a second thought when he chose to fall for the handsome asshole Choi Beomgyu. But how could he make someone who hated him fall back into him?
Well, but Yeonjun wasn't going to give up on things that easily...
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butttttt this is a beomjun story how tf this tops in taehyun? that aint the main issue. i jst wanted to say tysmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm everyone whos been reading. i luv each and every one of you a lot -3-]
Beomgyu threw an arm over his boyfriend's shoulders, eyes following his brother's every movement.
Dinner was over and Bangchan was now leaving for his house, Felix as well (since the two lived together). The blonde stood at a corner with a tight lipped soft smile as he watched Bangchan kiss his mom's cheek, his mom kiss him back. Mr. Choi raked a hand through his son's locks affectionately. "Bye! Reach safely."
"Oh for god's sake, I'm an adult mom!" Bangchan huffed out.
"Yeah of course." His dad chuckled. "Take care of Felix. Felix," He glanced at the blonde boy. "Same goes with you."
Bangchan glimpsed at his boyfriend in a heard-that kind of teasing way, enjoying the last line. But that didn't slide off his father's gaze and Mr. Choi was quick to pop his son's bubble of happiness. "I meant, he has to take care of himself. You don't need any care since you an adult."
Beomgyu and Yeonjun giggled out, both playfully hitting Bangchan's back. The oldest just sneered and padded out the main door, dragging his boyfriend by the shoulder as he did so.
Mrs. Choi kissed Felix's cheek with the same tenderness and the blonde hopped inside the car with a wide grin. "Bye! See you soon!" He yelled out of the open window.
"Bye!" Yeonjun and Beomgyu chorused out. Mr. And Mrs. Choi just waved gently with large smiles.
Soon, the car started and was out of sight. The four of them walked inside, shutting the door behind. The two teens wished the parents a goodnight and strode off to their room.
No sooner had the door been closed, Yeonjun was smashed against the wooden frame. Hyper-excitedly, Beomgyu pecked him on both the cheeks, his forehead, making that squeaky noise every time.
The last kiss Beomgyu had planted was on the elder's plump lips and Yeonjun had no plan whatsoever to let go of that warm feeling on his lips. He grasped the younger by the nape, preventing Beomgyu from pulling away. The walnut-head stiffened for a moment before reciprocating.
His chapped lips danced over Yeonjun's plump ones, his pad of thumb stroking the elder's cheek gently. Yeonjun whimpered lowly as the younger nibbled on his bottom lip. Beomgyu sensed his crotch turning harder with every second.
Just when he was going to seek for an entrance to his lover's mouth, Yeonjun gave his chest a light push. Immediately recognizing the gesture, Beomgyu pulled apart. Of course, Yeonjun wasn't a pro kisser and it was sort of expected of him to be panting in such a little amount of time.
The two exchanged a stare of increasing lust. Yeonjun, catching his breathe once again, locked their lips together. His palm cupped Beomgyu's cheek, almost burning the younger's skin by the mere touch. Beomgyu slid his hand underneath Yeonjun's white shirt, the other tugging onto his pink locks. Their hot lips collided onto each other and fitted perfectly as though meant to be. Yeonjun's tongue licked the other's lips, wanting better access inside. Beomgyu let him have it, his hand gliding up and down over his Yeonjun's bare skin.
