𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇

#.. SEVEN

seungmin rang at gunil's door, grinning widely. he wanted to know every single thing that happened yesterday.

just a few moments later, his mother opened the door. "oh, hi, seungmin" she greeted him with a smile and let him in.

"is gunil still sleeping?"
she thought for a few moments before shaking her head. "not anymore, i think?"

the teen nodded and was about to make his way upstairs to gunil's room, before his mother stopped him.

"seungmin, wait" she exclaimed hastily. when seungmin turned around, she came a little bit closer. "please be entirely honest with me now."

this made seungmin concerned. it can't be anything good when his mother starts a sentence like that.

once, seungmin and gunil had to run from the police after accidentally spraying graffiti on the walls of a police station. they, obviously, didn't know that it was one, but being caught also wasn't an option.

but they were dumb enough to forget about the surveillance cameras. so they received a fine of $150 for vandalism and running away.

gunil tried to pay it with his own money, knowing that his parents would kill him if they found out.

his mother obviously noticed how gunil's hard earned money was suddenly gone, so she asked seungmin about it, starting the question with the exact sentence.

"is gunil gay?" seungmin almost let out the loudest and ugliest laugh to mankind. instead he furrowed his brows.

he knew his parents were really concerned about their child's sexuality, wanting gunil to marry a nice woman. a sweet boy named kwak jiseok must do the job, too.

seungmin furrowed his brows, ready to bring out a lie, but was interrupted. "there suddenly was a boy coming out of his room. i know you two were at his classmate's party, but him returning with a boy... is there something i should know?"

mrs koo, you don't know your son at all. seungmin hesitated, his eyes widening slightly. well, shit. what was he supposed to say?

"um- i remember him taking the boy home because he was too drunk" he quickly came up with a lie.

"gunil called me and said that he'll bring him here because the boy was too gone to talk properly."

what a dumb lie. there's no way she'll believe it. and she didn't.

"okay, he might've taken him here but i swear i heard mo-" the loud thuds interrupted her, both of them turning towards the stairs, where the noise came from.

gunil was lying on the floor, rubbing his head as he hissed in pain, his broken arm just limply hanging next to him. "ouch, f-" knowing that his parents didn't want him to cuss, he tried his best to hold it back, standing up on shaky knees.

"oh, you're here" the elder boy grinned and rubbed the back of his head in pain, scrunching his face.

his mother looked at him in shock. "gunil, honey, what's that?" the woman asked and pointed to a spot on her neck.

seungmin followed her finger, looking towards the exact spot on gunil's neck, and froze. it was a kiss print. what the fuck did the two do yesterday?

gunil's eyes widened, not knowing what to answer - he knew exactly what she meant. "uh-" the nineteen year old started, adjusting the bandage on his broken arm.

his mother just sighed. "we'll talk to you later." was her last sentence before she disappeared into the kitchen.

both boys immediately stormed up to gunil's room. as soon as the door closed, seungmin turned around to face his friend.

"what the fuck happened" the younger of the two almost screamed, watching as gunil tried to remove the lipstick on his neck by furiously rubbing on the spots.

gunil groaned as it didn't work that well, turning around to face his friend. "definitely not what you think that happened"

"dude, come on, you look rough. like you just had the best sex in your life." the description made gunil laugh.

he moistened a napkin, trying to remove the lipstick like that. "first of all, we didn't fuck. well- i mean, we wanted to. but jiseok deadass fell asleep while blowing me."

this made seungmin burst out laughing. "i beg your pardon?!" "i don't know!" gunil screeched.

"he was so drunk he just switched off! i didn't know what to do man- bro, stop laughing!" seungmin couldn't stop.

he was wheezing so hard, having a hard time with breathing as his stomach started to hurt. there was not a single reason why he thought of this as that funny.

having a great imagination was definitely the end of him. "so your dick is that small that he can just sleep with it in his mouth?" seungmin joked and gunil scoffed.

"please, we both know that i'm bigger than you. you don't have to project your jealousy."

they continued joking and bickering like that for a few minutes before getting serious again. "will you approach jiseok on monday?" seungmin asked.

this was a very good question. gunil just shrugged with his shoulders. "i don't think he likes me the same way" the elder admitted.

"he was drunk. i mean, so was i but what if he just, i don't know, used me?"

seungmin chuckled. "bro, we're talking about kwak jiseok. nerd kwak jiseok. i don't know about you but he doesn't seem like that much of a player to me."

gunil smiled at the mirror as he noticed that the stains were finally gone, turning around to face his friend again.

"maybe, i don't know. but anyways, lets go skating, man."