Lemon Boii // yeongyu

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excuse typos, uwu.

Yeonjun was panting with his heart pounding nervously as he ran down the dark streets, the lights coming from the streetlights are barely hollowing the place, but Yeonjun knows the way anyways. His feet jogged so fast, many questions inside his mind and it feels like its about to give him a heart attack.

Yeonjun cursed under his breath, he quickly swiped and pressed Beomgyu's contact number, placing his phone to his ear, hoping the boy would pick up, later on, he did.

"Hel-"

"Oi! Where are you? Are you alright? Are you hurt? Is anyone with you? Who are you with right now? How are you feeling? Where are you, where are you?!" He asked bunch of questions without stammering or even messing up a word, his eyebrows furrowed as he worried even more.

It was a good five seconds before the boy from the other line talked, "Play..ground." his voice was calm and soft.

Yeonjun's shoulder fell, ofcourse, he knows where it's located, afterall, he grew up and lived in here ever since he was little. "I'll come pick you up, okay?"

"O..kay."

"Stay where you are, I'll be there."

"Hm."

And with that, Yeonjun ended the call. Something is wrong, that's the first thing he noticed. Beomgyu was answering him shortly and bluntly like a cold kid, but he doesn't sound sad or had been crying, he sounded alright and calm, something's just so off about it knowing that he's a very enthusiastic person.

Yeonjun pants and placed his hands on his knees finally reaching the playground, no one was around, but there's a figure of a boy sitting on the top of the slide while staring at the sky. Even from afar, Yeonjun knew it was Beomgyu, stars reflected through his eyes like he's the universe itself.

He sighed and walked towards him, "Beomgyu." He calls out and stopped infront of the slide, the brown haired male looks down at him with a hum as he grinned. "Hi." He said with a cute, small and soft voice. He seemed fine, no wounds, no bruises, no blood, no tear stains, just him.

"What are you doing in here? Jeongin said you already went home, but Mrs. Choi wasn't informed? Why did you not tell her you went here?" Yeonjun asks and dipped his hands inside his pockets, his blonde hair danced with the cold brush of the air. Beomgyu looks up at the sky again, he shrugged, "I don't know."

Yeonjun frowned at the answer, it doesn't make sense at all. "Its just.." Beomgyu started, the blonde was all ready to listen to him, maybe its time that his boyfriend is about to open up. "I just feel so lost all of a sudden, and somehow- I, somehow, don't know what else to think at all. Ever since that match with Yubaem, and we were defeated, I dunno anymore."

"I told myself that day that I'll go to nationals with you and everyone else, I want to be inside that big dome gymnasium in Seoul. But, I gues not everyone gets what they wished." He chuckles dryly, a sudden pain strucked though Yeonjun's heart from those words.

"Seeing you guys play just makes me happy but, seeing myself is different. I'm still a rookie who isn't that great in volleyball yet, I know I'm still improving but, sometimes, there's a thought coming in that if I don't get along with all you guys' improvements," He paused and closed his eyes, smiling painfully, "I'll be left out, alone."

Yeonjun was about to talk but Beomgyu continued his small ted talk, tears began to flow down little by little, "Ah, I get it." He chuckles and giggled slightly, "I get it." He repeats and opened his eyes, looking up at the stars above him, "I am such a useless libero, the ba was just infronr of me and I knew he was going to do a feint yet I stokd there, frozen."

He began to laugh as more tears runs down his cheeks, he laughed painfully, "I am a useless libero!" He says out loud like he's even proud of it, but deep inside, he was punching himself for crying like this, so pathetic, he thought. Yeonjun balled his fists and looks down, feeling guilty and angry from those words.

He then walked towards the boy and grabbed his ankles, pulling him down the slide and placed his hands on the edge, Beomgyu gasped at it as he looks into the blonde's eyes. "Angel, you are not useless so stop saying that. I'm sorry I wasn't there behind you, I promise that I'll never leave you. Don't cry, don't be sad now, everything will be alright."

He wiped a tear from the brown haired male's cheeks, "You are the best libero we've ever had, you are great at calculations on where the ball will land, your instincts are fast than a cheetah, your fighting spirit never fails to give us more courage and confidence. I heard someone from the crowd talking about you, do you know what they call you?"

Beomgyu did not respond, but his eyes tells the answer, Yeonjun smiles at him ever so softly making him calm and collected, "Angel of the court. They gave you that nickname because you are a saviour, not only for the ball but to everyone, you are outstanding, courageous, inspiring, and I love you."

He leaned down and placed a small kiss on Beomgyu, when he pulled away, the boy wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him back down again. Again for another kiss, a long and sweet one. Oh, how they missed doing this after a long time of training. Beomgyu's and Yeonjun's lips moved in sync, perfect for each other.

They both pulled away and smiled at each other, "I love you too." Beomgyu said and leaned up for their foreheads to touch, Yeonjun chuckles and got up after, "Now, lets go home, Mrs. Choi is worried." Beomgyu huffs and stood up as his hair was ruffled by his boyfriend, he giggles and wrapped his arms around his torso, Yeonjun grinned from ear to ear and placed his arm over his shoulder.

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Beomgyu groaned as he shifted on his bed, the sunlight coming from the window was brimming in and blinding him off. He yawned and looked at the time, he have school today, he gasped and sat up, eye widened in realisation. "Maybe I'll skip."

He fell back down on his bed, ready to sleep again, but he doesn't seem to do it anymore. He groaned in annoyance as he finally decided to get up and go downstairs, he rubbed his tummy under his big baby blue shirt with his black shorts that reached above his knee.

He stretched his arms up and saw a figure at the kitchen, "Mom what's for-" He paused when he finally adjusted his sight, its not his mother, not even a girl. "Yeonjun?"

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• -- DID YOU KNOW?
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