GOLDEN-{SOOGYU}

TWO

"Excuse me?" Soobin asked bewilderedly, almost dropping his fork. 

"You look like you have unfinished business," Beomgyu said, still munching on the single pork rib. 

"So?"

"Just thought I'd ask."

Soobin rolled his eyes exaggeratedly: "Asking about someone's love life on the first day you ever met isn't that polite."

"Well, I'm not polite."

Soobin stared with angry, wide eyes. How could someone be so careless, so disdained about social etiquette? 

"So I'm guessing that you broke up because he's going to America for college."

"And what about that?"

"He looked like he wanted to get back together. And I suppose he mistakened me to be your boyfriend."

Soobin couldn't say anything as he stared at the boy in front of him, looking so calm and poised as if nothing could ever bother him, and he wanted to wipe that smirk off his face so much. Damn.

He finally choked out, "Seriously?" 

"Yeah. At least it looks like he wanted to."

It was then that someone's phone buzzed, and Beomgyu looked at his own phone and declined the call. Then there was another, and another, and another, and the process repeated for about a dozen times. But the slight smile never faltered, and it was when Soobin couldn't take it anymore he abruptly said: "You should pick up."

"No." Came the simple answer, and Soobin couldn't help but feel offended.

"They called so many times, it must be urgent," he tried with his last patience, and Beomgyu had the audacity to laugh. 

"If I told you this person is a creep and he had been stalking me and calling for a millennium already, will you shut up?"

Soobin was took aback as he sputtered: "I was trying to be kind! Polite! Ever heard of basic social etiquette?"

The blond-haired boy rolled his eyes. "Drop that," he said, still in that unwavering tone. "Who cares about being polite? It's all fake anyway."

"But- but......"

"I'm leaving. I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Beomgyu stood up and put on his coat, dropped a 25 dollar bill on the table, and left. 

Soobin watched as the figure went down the aisle and go out of sight. If the boy didn't just...... act rude shatter his entire worldview, he might have been cute. 

Nope. That was just a second. Soobin definitely did not find Beomgyu cute. Nooooooope.

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"Hello Auntie!"

"Aww Soobinie how cute are you! Let Auntie buy you some treats!"

When Soobin was young, he could distinctly remember two praises he would always receive. One, he had pretty eyes and lips; two, he was the "most polite" child "they" had ever seen.

So he started to care for his own appearance, even trying makeup once, and started exercising while going on various diets. He would browse through magazines and try to get something that looks similar at thrift stores, and spend ages looking into the mirror. 

And he became so polite the teachers all love him, girls fawn over him, his parents always felt proud when their friends come over. 

He was the perfect "son next door". 

And when he grew up he slowly realized that men aren't supposed to care so much about his own looks, let alone wear makeup. So he gave up that, but he kept being polite--because that was all that left. 

If he wasn't the polite boy everyone loves, then who is he?

Who would love him then?

Soobin would often think. 

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In the morning, Soobin opened his kitchen window as usual, ready for a calm morning. It was raining so there wasn't the usual sunlight, but still it was calm. 

It was before he saw a pair of big eyes staring at him from the balcony across. 

"So you live here too," came the same careless voice. 

Beomgyu was casually dressed in an oversize shirt that hung from his narrow shoulders and black skinny jeans, hair curled up even more than yesterday, and currently he was watering the plants. 

"It's raining," Soobin said without a thought (of course, he is not dumbfounded by how a person can look so pretty). 

"So?"

"Those would probably die," he said, pointing at the plants. 

Beomgyu looked down at his handiwork and seemed to zone out for a while. "Oh," he smiled back, "I'll stop then."

Soobin noticed he had black rings under his eyes. He must have been staring, because the boy touched his cheek tentatively. 

"I didn't put on makeup yet, it'll be fine," he said back calmly.

"You use makeup?" 

"Got a problem?"

"N-no, of course not, I was just......"

Then he heard chuckling. 

"You sound like my grandmother," He said between laughs, "Gosh, she would love you."

"...... Thanks?"

Beomgyu leaned forward and poked the latter's face, which triggered a string of thoughts ranging from what is he doing? to his finger is so cold, then resulting in a blushing Soobin.

"You have nice skin," the blond-haired boy said intently, "You won't have to use foundation at all. Maybe one day I can do your makeup."

"Maybe," Soobin answered, trying to hide the blush that was threatening to color his cheeks. 

Fortunately, Beomgyu went inside pretty quickly after that. 

And somehow, Soobin was intrigued. 

Beomgyu seemed to be completely opposite of what he had known could exist.

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The second chapter!! And dear Taylor dropped evermore, i just want to tell her that I'll love her forever