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"This is gon' be so fucked up." Beomgyu mumbled under his breathe as he had wiped the blood off Yeonjun's lips gently. Afterwards, he rang the doorbell of his house.

And that fragile spread goosebumps all over Yeonjun's skin. He liked the feeling so much.

Before a minute could tick, the door flung open. There stood Beomgyu's older brother, Bangchan with his mouth agape at his sibling's state.

"Beom, what happened?" Concern was etched on his face. "And who are you?" He shot the pinkette a pair of judging eyes from behind his narrowed lids.

"I'm his boyfriend-" The pink-head couldn't even finish his joking answer when a harsh elbow landed on his side. And obviously it was done by none other than the great Choi Beomgyu.

"Ow!" Yeonjun groaned and Beomgyu opened his mouth to tackle the situation.

"He's my boy, space, friend. Not boyfriend. Boy and friend. A friend-" He desperately explained, but his brother's witty chuckle cut through that.

"That's enough. I understand." Bangchan stepped aside to let the other two inside. "Now, c'mon in, your friend needs a little treatment."

"Uhm..yeah.." The youngest flashed an awkward smile before he tried to walk inside by his own, forgetting about the pain in his body. The sharp pain burst in his abdomen, and he fell back on Yeonjun. He shot his brother another nervous smile and clutched onto the pinkette, letting himself be half-carried inside.

"What happened to you both?" Frowning, Bangchan asked.

"We..somehow got in a...uh..fight with some..yow know..strangers and Beomgyu's been punched on his stomach." Yeonjun stumbled as he walked towards his right side.

"Hey, where you goin'! My room's on left!" Beomgyu yelled as he was dragged to the wrong direction.

"Oh, uh sorry." The pink-head turned around and then motioned towards a closed door with a Beomgyu on him.

Bangchan quietly chuckled as he saw them bickering and walking away together. These two'd make such a good couple.

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Sitting Beomgyu down on his bed, he turned around to leave. However, there was a hesitant tug on his sleeve, and butterflies danced around in his stomach. "Hmm?" He looked back with a fond smile.

"See the dressing table there?" The younger male pointed at a vanity.

Yeonjun nodded merely, not really understanding what the other boy was thinking of. "Go there and open the second drawer from top, and take out the rectangular box you'll find."

"Okay." Mumbling it under his breathe, the older did as he was told, and handed the thing over to Beomgyu.

"Good. Now, sit here." The walnut-head lightly patted the space next to him and then diverted his attention to the box in his hand.

Placing himself beside the younger, Yeonjun wondered what the heck was going on inside his head. He was extremely startled when Beomgyu gently placed a cotton bud on his lips to wipe the slightly dry blood off.

"What you doin'-" The pink-head tried to protest but was snapped at.

"Shut your potty mouth up and lemme do my thing." Beomgyu hissed.

Gulping lightly, Yeonjun just stared at the boy in front of him. Every time their skins lightly brushed against each other's, it raised his heartbeat, leaving goosebumps on his skin. Glancing a bit more carefully, he spotted Beomgyu had used eyeliner thinly, and a tiny bit of eyeshadow on his eyelids, which made him look even more mesmerizing from this close.