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Photographs

The door slowly opened, revealing the low-lit room; from what was visible, something was hanging on the walls. "What's this?" Beomgyu squinted, strolling inside the dining room closer to find out there were images hung but not noticeable as much due to poor lighting.

"Wait one second, I forgot." Yeonjun quickly took the matchbox and struck a match lighting the idle candles. He forgot to light three more beings in such a nervous wreck and to rush to make sure they could fix their issues.  He was up all day, not even eating to prepare this. Beomgyu's eyes widened at seeing the wall and a string strung across with pictures hanging from it in increments. Each photo was of him. "Did you take these?" He asked, pointing to the picture-filled wall of him.

"Yes.." Yeonjun nodded, walking beside him, looking at all the photos he's taken.
"How come I never noticed when you took them?" Beomgyu laughed, seeing almost a hundred of them.

"You were always not paying attention or angry at me." Yeonjun laughed, looking at a photo of Beomgyu looking angry as he took a bite of food. "And who's mistake was that?" Beomgyu rose his eyebrow toward Yeonjun. "Mine.." He says, feeling guilty from his gaze, and laughs it off.

"They're favorable. I should make you my professional photographer." Beomgyu patted his shoulder lightly and looked to the other side of the pictures. There were many photos of him, such as eating or sleeping.

"How long did this take you to do?" Beomgyu asked, holding a photo in his hands examining it.
"I started it at 4 am and finished at 10 am," Yeonjun answered, and Beomgyu felt his eyes widen. "Six hours for this? You worked hard." Beomgyu hung the photo back to the thumbtack.

"Do you never appreciate anything I do?" Yeonjun sighs, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. "Who said I didn't appreciate?" Beomgyu turned around with a pout teasing the poor man. "Your words and expressions," Yeonjun says pitifully like.

"Oh whatever, what do you want me to do?" Beomgyu walked closer to him, inches away.
"Kiss me." Yeonjun poked his lips out, closing his eyes. Beomgyu teased him by blowing lightly near his lips, the hot breath skinning them.

Yeonjun sat for a few seconds noticing nothing came, and snapped his eyes opened. "Are you serious? What game are you playing?" Yeonjun pouted again. Beomgyu smirked at the pathetic demeanor the man had going and brought his lips closer to kiss him slowly before pulling back.

"Who said you could stop?" Yeonjun rammed his lips onto him in a fast motion, feeling the way their lips molded was like heaven to him. There were no one else's lips he dreamed of being on right now and never would.

"Do you think I'm that easy?" Beomgyu says between breaths as Yeonjun's hand skimmed up his shirt. "Are you?" Yeonjun refuted back to him and continued running his hands everywhere he could touch.

"If I were easy, you would have taken me already." Beomgyu fired back, making Yeonjun smirk. "You wouldn't be able to handle me If I did when I wanted." Yeonjun leaned against the door. "I can handle you," Beomgyu says, biting his lips, making Yeonjun want to grab his neck and shove his lips onto his, but he withheld himself.

"We'll see." Yeonjun carefully pressed his lips against Beomgyu's slowly. Beomgyu felt the wetness against his lips and returned the kiss harder than was given. Yeonjun deepened the kiss, and his hands roamed under Beomgyu's shirt touching his skin making him shiver.  Beomgyu stepped away, making Yeonjun frown, "why?" "After you marry me." Beomgyu winked. "Seriously!" Yeonjun whined, pretending to cry.

"I'm not that easy~" Beomgyu sings, walking down the stairs and Yeonjun following behind him. "What If I give you a ring today?" Yeonjun stopped at the bottom of the stairs.