[M] I HATE MY FUCK BUDDY | YEONBIN

IHMFB : ELEVEN

"Soobin!" A loud voice called him, getting Soobin's attention.

He turned around, as if in a slow motion, the hallways seeming prettier than usual, everyone parting ways and standing by the sides, watching Soobin with wide eyes.

Soobin saw him— Yeonjun, walking up to him, wearing a suit and tie, and holding different colors of roses in his hand. Soobin's breath hitched, and suddenly he heard faint music playing in the background.

Yeonjun walked up to him, handsome as always, hair almost hiding his eyes. Soobin felt Yeonjun grab his hand, and a gasp left the lips of everyone around him.

The wind rushed past Soobin, making his hair move with the wind. Yeonjun brought one of the flowers forward, and then tucked it behind Soobin's ear.

"Be mine?" Yeonjun asked in a raspy voice, and the french cliche romantic music got louder. "All mine?" Yeonjun added.

Soobin felt his heart beating rapidly. "Y-yours?"

"Yes. My boyfriend." Yeonjun whispered, and then grabbed Soobin and twirled him around, then held his waist instantly, dragging him close.

"I like you a lot, Soobin." Yeonjun continued, and Soobin gulped, frozen.

"Soobin?"

"Soobin!"

Soobin opened his eyes wide and saw the ceiling, realizing he was on his bed. Soobin pitifully turned to the side, hitting his bed with his fists.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! You were fucking squealing in your sleep!" Beomgyu snapped, and then hit Soobin with a pillow.

Soobin sat up, kicking Beomgyu's ass. "I was having a good dream!"

"Oh~, about what?" Beomgyu asked, grinning.

Soobin got up from the bed, and grabbed his phone, walking into the washroom with annoyance, "Your mom."

"Oh, shut up."

Soobin closed the door behind him. Once he did, he whined to himself, sliding against the door and onto the floor.

He thought the dream was real, because it felt so real. His heart was beating at an alarming rate, and he exactly knows why.

The idea of Yeonjun giving him flowers and asking him to be his boyfriend— fucking legendary. Soobin felt his heart flutter uncontrollably, an uneasy feeling in his tummy.

He opened his phone, seeing a text from Yeonjun. He got almost a little excited and clicked it open, and then saw—

jun
hey, i have a boner
wanna suck me off?

soobie
no, it's 7:30 am for fuck's sake

jun
there's no specific time for dick sucking

soobie
can't u at least text me a 'good morning'
or 'did you sleep well?' before texting me
stuff like this?