overthinker | beomjun/yeongyu

four

yeonjun smiled and put the sunglasses on, putting his hoodie over his head.

"it might not look like it, but i promise i'm straight," the pink-haired boy continued walking, throwing up peace signs here and there.

beomgyu let out little giggles, but his brain hurt and his heart felt a bit sad. this was the first time yeonjun ever mentioned anything about his sexuality. but why now?

they got back to the swings and beomgyu looked where his shoes were. sadly, they were no where to be seen.

"well, someone took my shoes." beomgyu sighed, yeonjun sitting on the swing.

"that's what you get for leaving them here." the older laughed, getting out his drink and snack. he handed the bag to beomgyu and motioned him to sit on the swing beside him.

"i'm good, i think i'll just head home now. thanks, though." with a small smile, beomgyu held the bag and started jogging back to his apartment.

he didn't wait for yeonjun to respond or look for his shoes anywhere else. he felt tired and lonely, for some reason. and the last thing he needed was to be with his best friend.

his straight best friend, who he happened to be head over heels for.