SCENT (Love In Pieces) | BEOMJUN

30.

t h i r t y

"Jjuni, where are you...?"

Beomgyu asks from the other other side of the call. He was currently walking down the hallways with his bag hanging around his shoulder, it was already passed three. Yeonjun was suppose to drive him home again with his motorcycle, but he couldn't find any yellow haired boy that was Yeonjun.

"Gyuie, listen to me," The older one says, a hint of excitement present his voice, "You'll find out where I am if you open your locker, hm?" He continues, then a chuckle follows.

Quirking a brow, the younger was left confused when the older ended the phone call. Though he still followed what the older one had told him to do.

Typing in the code, his locker pulls open with a soft thud—revealing a vintage colored envelope laid down neatly inside his locker. If he was confused earlier, well now, he has no damn idea of what was going on nor what was it that Yeonjun was planning to do.

Setting confusion aside, he opens the envelope and pulled out the letter. Pushing back his glasses as he begins to read.

Began falling deep down the abyss of love the moment I saw you,

Endless strings of love connected from my finger to yours,

Ocean like eyes staring into mine—drowning me in deeper,

Maze of mirrors surrounded me ; showing your reflections in every turn I make,

Gallery of art is what I'd describe that maze—for I only see you who is a work of art,

You made me feel like every drop of pain drained out the open cracks inside of me,

Until I could only feel your little hands enveloping me with your craving warmth.

Now, if you want to find me in that maze, follow the signs, Gyuie!

Arching a brow, the little one felt his cheeks become visible scarlet. He shuts his locker, and just then did he notice a piece of paper sticking at the next blue locker beside his.

It had an arrow sign on it, pointing to the right.

He grabs the paper and started walking on the quiet halls, not a lot of students where in the halls for many of them had already gone home. Whilst walking, he saw another piece of paper, so he gently grabs it.

Kidding, it's the other way, hehe. 

With a soft chuckle, he shakes his head in disbelief. He continues walking down the halls, until another paper was seen sticking on the wall.

You know? You're really cute. I just wanna kiss your entire face >3< Okay, I'll stop with the dilly dally now, continue walking, baby.

The little one chuckles as he continues with his walking, "I wonder what he's up to..."

Yet again, another paper shows up as soon as he reached the ground floor of the school building.

Beautiful. Dazzling. Astonishing. Alluring. Pulchritudinous. That's all of you baby, almost there ~ Ps. I had to search different synonyms for you, see? I'm hard working (￣ー￣)

How come he still blushed so hard at this kind of stuff that Yeonjun does? Even though he says these things almost every second of every day, still, the older one would always make the words and feelings new. As if he never loved anyone else before him, as if he wasn't broken into millions of sharp pieces before he met him, as if he was his first. And Beomgyu loves it.

After a few more steps away from the school building, he finally reaches the large field. Only this time, it was no longer papers sticking on the walls with cheesy words and arrow signs written down on them.

Instead, it was  now roses—red roses.

Red roses would be overly used in this kind of romantic things, but then again, with Yeonjun—it feels new and unique.

He followed the trail of red roses scattered on the ground forming a pathway, biting the inside of his cheeks to prevent himself from smiling even wider than he already is.

This is so cute... I want to cuddle with Jjuni now...

Minutes passed by, and finally, he saw Yeonjun ; standing amidst a pile of roses with a white rose around his fingers.

"You know," Yeonjun started with that sweet and gentle voice the little one would always melt for, "My grandma once told me that If I were to give my someone a flower, it has to be a white rose. That is because she said that pink roses meant liking someone, red roses meant you love someone, but what white roses mean you have sincere and pure feelings for someone."

Yeonjun lets out a warm smile and slowly walks towards the little whom he loves so much ; every little thing about Beomgyu could make him lose his breath in one go, and his heart thump erratically towards his chest.

"Just like this white rose, I have pure and genuine feelings for you ; meaning, I don't have any intentions of hurting you. My intentions are sincere. I want to hug you, kiss you, protect you, and marry you," The older one chuckled under his breath as he imagines him and Beomgyu exchanging I do's.

Although nervous, Beomgyu managed to form words, "Jjuni, what's all these?" The little one asks, his tone a little bit breathy as he looks around the place.

Roses scattered on the grassy ground, and lights flickering as they hang around the trees. It looked so simple, but at the same time, it wasn't. The emotions enveloped around them with all the roses and lights were beautiful and pure. As if, Yeonjun had put all his efforts in this place for him. Only for him and nobody else.

Yeonjun sighs a content breath, "Gyu, baby, love, little Gyuie, will you be my boyfriend?"

A gasp escapes the younger one's lips, his cheeks tinted scarlet to the tips of his little ears, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh my god, yes!"

Yeonjun smiles widely and made a fist of victory, "Really? Yes! Yes! Yes!"

He lifts the little one up by his waist and spins him around, the little one giggled and held onto the older one's shoulders.

The older kissed him from his head, to his forehead, to his cheeks, tip of his nose, down to his pink and soft lips.

Beomgyu smiles in between the kiss and wraps his arms around Yeonjun's neck.

"I love you," Said the little one as he looks directly into the chocolate colored orbs of the taller one.

"I love you more," Yeonjun booped his nose which made Beomgyu giggle.

"I love you most," Beomgyu responded, not wanting to be defeated.

Lia and Soobin pouts at the sight, "Yeonjun didn't even acknowledge our hard work for this," The girl crosses her arms over her chest.

Soobin chuckled and grabs a red rose, "Here. This red rose is romantic."

The girl quirks a brow and grabs the rose with her cheeks tinted red, "Yeah, it is."

The tall boy smirks, "But we're more romantic."

"Dang it, Soobin."

scent.

[ a/n ] : 

grandma told me about the white rose, that's where the idea is from. >3<

anyways, i want to tell you guys something. since i've already reached the half part of this story, i want to make a little q&a for the story, bcs i've never really done that & it sounds fun! hehe. 

so if you have any questions about the story, the characters, or me (lol), you can leave it here. me & the characters will answer them! hehe >3<