Liar | Yeongyu

"How was your date?" Taehyun asked while they were resting off to the side after playing a few rounds of basketball.

Yeonjun glared at him. "Not a date. We just talked a lot." He laid down on the ground and looked up at the sky. "We have a lot in common so this isn't as hard as I thought it would be. He's scared of thunderstorms though, it's kinda cute."

He realized what he said and they both turned their heads to look at each other and Yeonjun threw the basketball at Taehyun's face before he could say anything.

He caught it and threw it back. "That sounds kinda gayyyy." He teased and started laughing.

Yeonjun stood up. "Not like that! You know what? I don't have to explain myself to you so shut the fuck up and let's get back to playing."

He walked away and felt his phone ringing. He answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Yeonjun." It was Yeji.

"Hey, how are you?"

"I'm good I'm good. Are you free tonight? I was thinking we could hang out."

"Yeah I'm free. Want me to pick you up?"

"No need, I'll text you the address. Meet me there at 6."

"Okay." They hung up and he showed Taehyun his phone. "I have a date with Yeji tonight."

"A date or a hookup?"

"Same difference." He looked at the time. "I have to get ready and–"

His phone rang again and he answered. "Hello?"

"Hey Yeonjun."

"Oh, Beomgyu, hey what's up?" Taehyun pointed and silently laughed at him while Yeonjun flipped him off.

"I was hoping we could hang out tonight if you're free."

"I actually have plans tonight. Can we do something tomorrow night?"

"No it's okay. It's not really important I'm sorry for bothering you." And then he hung up.

Yeonjun frowned a little as he looked at his phone. He sounded like he wanted to cry when he answered the phone.

"It's hard trying to have a boyfriend and a girlfriend huh?"

He rolled his eyes and grabbed his stuff. "I have to get ready, I'll see you later." He drove home and took a shower putting on a white button down shirt and blue ripped jeans.

He didn't want to look like he was going to a business meeting. He put on his favorite cologne and took his car to the restaurant she wanted to meet at.

When he got there she was standing outside in a black slip dress. It had spaghetti straps and was a little low in the front, he had to calm down his raging hormones before his friend down south came out to say hi.

He got out and walked over. She turned and saw him, a smile spread across her face as she put her phone in her small black purse.

"Wow," he looked her up and down. "I have to be the luckiest guy right now."

"I think you are."

He stepped closer to her, his hand brushing some of the hair out her face as he let his fingers trace her jawline before settling on her chin and tilting her head up. He leaned in and kissed her, she kissed him back of course. They laughed against each other's lips before heading inside.

"So, what's the occasion?" He asked.

She looked as if she was thinking heavily about what she wanted to say and how she wanted to say it.