𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑦 || 𝖻𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗃𝗎𝗇 ✗

05. || 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋.

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As the sun's rays filtered through the partially opened curtains, a thin stream of light crept its way inside the room. It gently caressed Beomgyu's face, gently waking him up from his peaceful slumber. Blinking his eyes a few times, he took in his surroundings, taking a moment to remember where he was and who's house he was in. After a moment, the memories from the previous day washed over him as the events of the night before replayed in his mind. A small smile tugged at his lips at the thought of Yeonjun.

He stretched a bit before propping himself up on one elbow, looking towards the bed beside him. He was greeted by the sight of Yeonjun still peacefully asleep, the boy's back to Beomgyu. There were faint, pink marks all down the column of his neck. A small sign of last night's events.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly, a mischievous grin creeping on his lips. Taking this moment of opportunity, he slowly crept closer to the sleeping boy. Before Yeonjun could stir, Beomgyu leaned down, gently pressing his lips against the nape of his neck once more. He grinned against his skin as he whispered softly.
"Morning, pretty boy."

Yeonjun's eyes lit up quickly at the sudden whisper, as he took off his blanket and was his sweats were gone? The thought of what could've probably happened last night made him embarrassed as he turned to Beomgyu.
"W-what the hell are you doing in my house!"
Beomgyu watched as Yeonjun sprang out of bed, his cheeks flushed with a pretty pink color and his ears turning red.
Hearing the panic in his voice, Beomgyu couldn't help but chuckle quietly. He found it amusing and adorable how flustered the pretty male was.

"Calm down, you invited me over, remember?" He said with a charming smile, leaning back against the pillows and propping his arm under his head.
"Oh gosh, did we...d-did we kiss..?" Yeonjun muttered as he sat on the edge of his bed, feeling his cheeks blush more in embarrassment.
Beomgyu couldn't help but grin at the question, finding it so damn adorable. But he decided to mess with him a little bit, pretending to think deeply about it for a few seconds before responding.
"Kiss? Hmm, maybe a few times...or was it a dozen times? I can't quite remember~"

Yeonjun suddenly stood up as he glared at Beomgyu.
"What no that can't be! Tell me the truth emo!"
Beomgyu couldn't hold back the mischievous chuckle that left his lips. It was clear that he was just teasing the other male. He propped himself up further against the headboard and looked up at Yeonjun, a playful smirk on his lips.
"Relax, pretty boy. Nothing happened last night, I was just messing with you." He said, raising his hands palms up in an innocent gesture.

"Okay, good." Yeonjun sighed before remembering his sweats were gone, "what about my pants, why are they gone!"
Beomgyu chuckled even more, finding the boy's panic amusing.
"I think you're forgetting that you took them off yourself last night. You mentioned they made you feel 'uncomfy' and left you with an 'itchy feeling'." He used his fingers in air quotes over the words, but the smirk remained on his lips as he watched Yeonjun's reaction.

"Oh, alright then... anyways get out of my house! We're both going to be late for class!"
Beomgyu gave a dramatic sigh as he got out of bed, stretching slightly but still smirking.
"Alright fine, but only because I wouldn't want you to get in trouble for being late." He took a step closer towards Yeonjun, a mischievous glint in his eyes before he suddenly swooped in and placed a quick peck on the tip of the other boy's nose.

"See you at school, pretty boy."
"You dipshit." Yeonjun huffed out, as Beomgyu left he couldn't help but smile,"a guy like me with an emo like him? What a dream..."

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Beomgyu was making his way down the halls, his usual disinterested expression on his face. He let out a soft groan, already dreading the day ahead. He would rather be almost anywhere else right now, except school. As he turned a corner, his eyes fell on Yeonjun who was currently leaning against the wall of lockers. The sun shining in from the window, reflecting on his black soft hair. He looked like he stepped right out of a magazine ad.