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The tricked and trickster

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Yeonjun walked home with a smirk on his face, Wait a few days, and he'll come back.
Beomgyu stood there, speechless touching his lips.  "You tricked yourself." Did I? Was I really the one who got tricked? "Beomgyu, it's time for dinner." One guard spoke.  "Sorry, I'm coming."

"You talked to Yeonjun?!" His father stood up from the table, his fist balled up on the tabletop. "It was for five minutes; he wouldn't stop bothering me." Beomgyu groaned. "I told you don't talk to that man! He's strange.." He sat back down with a calmer face. "What if he liked me?" The sudden exchange of words made his father almost choke.

"If he WHAT? Have you lost your head somewhere?" He stood back up. "It's just a question!" Beomgyu deeply sighed, frustrated with his overreacting father. "You and him? Beomgyu, what did the man do to you? Tell me." He says, kneeling beside him, looking hopeless.
"Nothing, He did nothing. Dad, you should sleep." Beomgyu walked away. He thought his old man had turned crazy now. "Beomgyu! Beomgyu!" He yelled out, but Beomgyu ignored his cries.

Beomgyu waited until midnight for his father to fall into his deep sleep as the older man usually did. He wouldn't be able to surpass the guards easily but came up with a lie. "Where are you going?" One guard asked as he walked outside the front door; he was dressed in a grey baggy cardigan and his favorite black loose pants.

"I'm going to the store; I want ice cream." He lies, the guard looks at him for a few seconds, watching his face. "Don't you have ice cream inside?"
"It's not the flavor I'm craving; why are you questioning me?" He asked with a raised brow. "No, No. Sorry. Don't be out too late." Beomgyu walked down the almost dark alleyway toward Yeonjun's place. He didn't know why he felt the need to visit him at this hour, but he did anyway.  He was confused about his words earlier and maybe needed confirmation himself. He knocked lightly on the door, and there were a few lights on inside the home.

Yeonjun was sleeping with his head on the dinner table; he passed out after looking over a few paperwork's and didn't even finish his dinner.  The sound of a doorbell and knocking woke him up, the papers falling to the floor mixed up now. Damnit, who is it this late? 
He walked over to the door, which was being knocked repeatedly; he opened the door to reveal the person he missed the most these days. "Beomgyu? what brings you here?" Yeonjun tiled his head as he looked at him with peaked curiosity. Beomgyu entered the house, closing the door behind him; he pushed Yeonjun toward the wall, trapping him.

"W—What're you doing?" Yeonjun panicked in the low lit room. "Were you so nervous?" Beomgyu asked; he brought his lips toward his ear-biting the bottom portion of it.
"Hey—seriously? what're you doing?" Yeonjun tried to remain calm. 
Beomgyu moved his lips toward his neck, and he hovered over it a few seconds making Yeonjun anxious. He began kissing his neck slowly; Yeonjun felt himself become tense as the actions happened. "What're you playing at?" Yeonjun tried to move his neck away, but his body was against his mind. Beomgyu remained silent as he switched from kissing his neck to now slightly biting along it.
Yeonjun had to suppress his sounds, wanting to escape from his mouth; his body was feeling conflicted.

Beomgyu lowered the kisses down his neck, reaching his shoulder blade; Yeonjun stretched his hand to Beomgyu's hair. He yanked his head back ever so slightly, separating him from his neck, and planted his lips to his. Beomgyu didn't expect what was occurring, and he intended to drive him absurd and leave; it seemed the absurd part was working. Yeonjun ran his fingers through Beomgyu's hair; Beomgyu's hands eventually found their way in his hair as well.
The kiss was uninterrupted for almost a full minute, the air becoming hotter as each second passed. Yeonjun moved Beomgyu's back toward the wall now, his lips attacking his neck like a ravenous wolf.