warm

yeongyu parasites 2

beomgyu blinked himself awake, the haze of sleep giving way to a sudden, jolting clarity. yeonjun’s face was inches from his own, close enough to feel his breath, to see the faint shimmer of warmth in his dark eyes.

"what are you doing?" beomgyu's voice came out sharp, defensive, though his heart raced.

yeonjun didn’t flinch, his lips curving into the softest of smiles. "you fell asleep. you're really pretty, you know."

the words hit beomgyu like a train. "eh?" he managed, his voice cracking slightly as his brain scrambled to process what he’d just heard.

"you're pretty," yeonjun repeated, like it was the most natural thing in the world, his gaze unwavering.

beomgyu froze, heat blooming across his cheeks. his mind was a tangle of contradictions. no one ever said things like that to him, and if they did, it wasn’t like this. it wasn’t... sincere. not this devastating.

and the worst part? yeonjun looked so good. too good. his messy hair, the lazy confidence in his posture, the way his gaze felt like it could strip beomgyu down to the core—it was too much.

"stop looking at me with those eyes," beomgyu muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. his heart was in his throat, and he hated how vulnerable he sounded.

yeonjun tilted his head, amusement flickering across his face. "what eyes?" he asked, genuine curiosity tinged with teasing.

beomgyu stared at him, realization dawning with a mix of horror and hilarity. "what i said made no sense, didn’t it?" he groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"not even a little," yeonjun replied, his grin widening.

beomgyu peeked at him through his fingers, mortified but unable to help himself. a tiny giggle escaped before he could stop it. the sound surprised even him, light and soft, like something he hadn’t heard in a long time.

yeonjun’s expression shifted, his teasing giving way to awe. "you should laugh more," he said softly, his voice a whisper that carried too much weight.

beomgyu lowered his hands, his smile lingering despite himself. "what? why?"

"because it suits you," yeonjun replied, the sincerity in his tone making beomgyu’s chest tighten.

silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t heavy. it wasn’t cold. it was warm, almost inviting, like yeonjun’s presence had somehow started to thaw the ice around beomgyu’s heart.

“you’re so weird,” beomgyu muttered, but the words lacked bite. instead, there was a flicker of something lighter, something close to hope.

“you’re the one who told me to stop looking at you with eyes,” yeonjun shot back, a playful glint in his gaze.

beomgyu laughed again, louder this time, and for a moment, the storm raging inside him quieted.

in the days that followed, beomgyu found himself doing something strange; smiling. more often, more easily, and always when yeonjun was around. it was disconcerting at first. beomgyu was used to silence, to solitude. but yeonjun seemed intent on invading his space with warmth and laughter, breaking down walls beomgyu hadn’t realized he’d built so high.

“you smile like it’s a crime,” yeonjun teased one morning, lounging on his bed with a textbook open but clearly forgotten. yeonjun could care less about something as dumb as studying when he had beomgyu. his head was tilted, his messy hair catching the faint sunlight that poured through the window.

“feels like it is,” beomgyu muttered, though his lips quirked up despite himself.

“well, consider me an accomplice,” yeonjun said, grinning wide. “because i’m not letting you stop.”