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Half a year has passed since Choi Yeonjun and Kang Taehyun separated from their relationship on probation. During this time, the wild puma has become a downright tame house kitten, who wants nothing more than...
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"Do we really have to?" asked Beomgyu quietly, who didn't really feel like going out.
Not since a couple of weekends.
Still, he stood in Yeonjun's walk-in closet and let the Choi pick out clothes for him.
"You're not turning into a staying-at-home-boy," Yeonjun grumbled as he held a loose shirt to his torso, "Besides, it's rude to cancel Soobin." He shook his head, stowed the shirt back in the closet, and took out another. He himself was already wearing a simple black t-shirt with matching black jeans.
Beomgyu tilted his head.
"Yes, I do. But so far I've only ever gone out to go home with someone," he said, shrugging his shoulders. And the younger one didn't need to do that anymore, because he only wanted to go home with Yeonjun.
Especially after the latter's words.
Lightly, Yeonjun gave him a slap against the upper arm.
"Then today ..." he paused briefly and pressed his lips together, holding a shirt to his chest, "you go home with me."
"Don't play with fire, Choi Yeonjun," Beomgyu grumbled jokingly, looking down at himself, at the piece he held to his chest. Chuckling, he tried to mimic the older's gestures, but with the broad smile and the way he stuck his tongue out too far between his teeth, he looked even younger than he already was.
Grinning, Yeonjun shook the olive green shirt up and down. "I'm not playing with fire, I'm playing with embers," he joked, then nodded at the garment. "Here, you love those shirts."
Beomgyu took it from his hand, handed the hanger back to him, and threw the shirt with the buttons on.
"Green suits me," he commented, taking a quick glance in the mirror that was a must in this walk-in closet. He returned to Yeonjun with a grin and asked, "Who's coming?"
Yeonjun was still rummaging in his closet for a jacket for himself.
"Don't really know, probably Jaemin's friends." When he found what he was looking for, he pulled out the denim shouldered leather jacket, hung the hanger on the handle and slipped into it, then looked at himself in the mirror next to Beomgyu. Stunning was not an expression at all for the former player's appearance.
