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Chapter 14

Because Euntaek didn't have a reasonable excuse to talk to Hyojin at the café until Friday (when Fuji went back to work), he had to wait until the weekend before he could see him again.

When Euntaek took a seat in front of him, Hyojin just stared at him blankly. He took out a single earbud, "I thought you said it was just a one-time thing."

Euntaek was not messing around this time. Bluntly, he said, "Byungchul told me about you."

"Really now? And what'd he tell you?" Hyojin didn't actually care about what Byungchul had to say about him; he just wanted to know how much of it was true.

He chose his words carefully in an attempt to rephrase what Byungchul had said in a nicer way, "He told me you were living the life of someone you weren't for a long time, and he told me that you attempted..." He decided not to say the word and moved on, "He said you don't have any money or a place to live because you got kicked out for... liking guys."

Euntaek had done a good job choosing his words, and Hyojin was quick to notice that, "So basically he told you I was being fake with everyone my entire life, I got kicked out 'cause I'm gay, I almost killed myself, and now I'm broke and homeless, right?" He said it so casually that Euntaek didn't immediately react.

He gulped, suddenly nervous, "Is that true?"

Hyojin leaned back against the seat, pondering on his options as he sipped on his Iced Americano. He could tell Euntaek the complete truth, or he could let him believe he was a bad guy like everyone else did. But seeing the desperate, determined look in his eyes, he decided to tease him a little, "Well, Byungchul wasn't entirely wrong, but there were some errors."

Euntaek hesitated, "And they are...?"

"Well..." he smiled teasingly, "what do you think they were?"

He groaned, already frustrated with him, "Please don't make me do this again."

"You won't get your answer otherwise." Teasing Euntaek was always so entertaining.

He sighed, "What do you want me to do this time?"

A cheeky smile made its way onto his handsome face, "A kiss?" He tapped his finger against his cheek, "Here maybe? Or..." He traced his finger over his lower lip and smirked when he saw Euntaek's gaze follow, "here?"

His face went very, very red. "A-Are you serious?!"

He leaned on the table and placed his chin in his hands, forming a flower around his charming face, "Well, what are you hoping for, Lee Euntaek?"

"N-Nothing!" he stuttered, his ears burning hot. "Absolutely nothing!"

Hyojin began to laugh, the sound just as pretty as it had been the last time Euntaek heard it, "It was a joke, man. Relax." He admired the beautiful boy in front of him and smiled brighter, "You're cute when you're embarrassed."

He pouted, lightly ruffling his light blue hair in an attempt to distract himself from his burning cheeks, "A-Are you going to answer the question or not?"

He let out a slow, deep breath and sat back in the seat again, all signs of playfulness disappearing along with his sigh, "Well, he was right about most things, but I'm not broke. I have money."

Euntaek pressed his lips into a thin line. "I don't care if Byungchul was right or not," he said simply. "I want you to tell me your story, so no one else can twist it."

"Well, damn," Hyojin replied, a teasing smile on his face. "If you want the truth and only the truth and nothing but the truth, then you'll really have to do something to convince me."

He sighed, "If you keep avoiding it, I'm going to view you as a bad person even if I don't want to."

He stared at him curiously, "You don't want to?"

Euntaek was blushing again, "Please just... tell me what you want..." By the end of it, his voice was just barely over a whisper.

Hyojin took a long drink from his coffee, thinking about something he might actually want the younger boy to do. He set his cup down, "I told you I have money, didn't I? I'm not a thief or anything like that. I'm making my own money." He placed his hands on the table and smiled, "I do street performances. Dancing."

The blue haired boy seemed quite surprised by this, "You're a dancer?"

"I am." And he was actually pretty proud of it too. He tapped his fingers against the table, "I'll tell you what, if you come see me dance tonight, then I'll tell you my story. The truth and only the truth and nothing but the truth."

"You dance at night?"

He smirked playfully, "I would say my dances are a little too... explicit to do in the daytime."

Just thinking about it made Euntaek's face burn brighter, "A-And you want me to come watch?"

He laughed wholeheartedly. "I'm just kidding. My dances usually vary depending on my mood, the time of day, and the song, but I'll make sure you see a promising performance tonight," he said, giving him a teasing wink.

He sighed, playing with his bangs in an attempt to focus on something that wasn't embarrassing him, "W-When are you performing?"

"Midnight."

Euntaek sucked in his lower lip and flushed deeper when he saw Hyojin watching him, a smirk playing on his lips, "W-Where will you be?"

He held out his hand, "Give me your phone."

"Why?" he asked, but he handed it to him anyway.

Hyojin tapped the screen a few times before giving it back, "Text me later, and I'll send you my location." He snapped his fingers and added, "You can bring your boyfriend too if you want."

Euntaek always seemed to be incredibly embarrassed whenever he talked to Hyojin, and he wasn't sure if he exactly enjoyed that or not. "B-Boyfriend?!" he exclaimed, flushing deeper.

He nodded towards the counter, "That kid. What was his name again?"

"F-Fuji?!" He shook his head a little too aggressively, "No, no, no, no, no, no, no. He is definitely not my boyfriend."

"But you have a crush on him, don't you?"

"N-No, I don't!"

Hyojin blinked twice, "Are you straight then?"

"I—" Euntaek cut himself off.

Was he straight?