Liar | Yeongyu

Beomgyu and Yeonjun were going on a date after Beomgyu got finished with his classes and work for the day. They were going somewhere nice so Beomgyu did his make up and stared at his clothes. He could wear something revealing but the anxiety was eating him up inside. Should he?

Yeonjun already reassured him that no matter what he wouldn't care about how he looked but what if he was just saying that? Beomgyu stood there staring at his clothes for a while when he heard a knock at the door.

"I know it's you Ms. Ahn."

She opened the door and peeked her head in. "Just checking on you." She walked inside and stood with him. "Unsure of what to wear?"

"...I told Yeonjun about high school. He doesn't know about the scars." He subconsciously touched his arm. "I've never worn anything that didn't cover my arms before. I want to trust him but I'm just scared."

She hummed. "Well I will say this. If we never took chances a lot of things wouldn't exist right now, including you and Yeonjun's relationship. So maybe, take a chance but do whatever will make you comfortable." She soon left to give him time to think and Beomgyu continued to stand there in front of his closet rubbing his arm.

Yeonjun went up to his door and rang the doorbell. This time Beomgyu's father opened the door.

"Mr...Mr. Choi." He bowed deeply to him. "Good evening sir."

"Good evening. Come in."

"Thank you sir." He was holding a bouquet of flower for Beomgyu and stood there awkwardly next to his dad.

"You and Beomgyu are dating I heard?"

"Yes...sir. I'm sorry I should have asked for permission."

He chuckled lowly and he noticed that Beomgyu looked a lot like mother but he had his fathers eyes.

"No need, my son is old enough to make his own decisions. I wanted to say, I haven't seen him this happy in a while and yes, we were worried you were causing a distraction for him but the opposite actually. His grades a great, he manages his time well."

"I'm glad to hear that sir."

He hummed. "Yes, people like you are rare. Your parents did a good job with you I will say not many kids your age are so respectful. My wife and I like to go play golf from time to time, I would love to meet your parents if that's alright."

"Oh...yes sir of course. I can tell them."

"Good, lend them that card I gave you and have them call me. We can set up a time."

"Father." They turned and Beomgyu had finally came downstairs.

Yeonjun's eyes widened, he was wearing a white snug t shirt, the sleeves stopping almost as soon as they start on his shoulders. He wore black cargo pants and a black small, thin choker. His hair was fluffy and his bangs falling into his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Beomgyu asked as he looked at his dad, walking over to the two of them.

"Just talking. Don't worry, you look different." He nodded. "That's good. You two have fun."

He turned and left. Beomgyu looked at Yeonjun who couldn't stop staring at him. They stood in silence and he subconsciously started to shield himself with his arms but Yeonjun grabbed his hand. He brought his hand up to his face, he noticed the faint scars and pressed his lips against them.

Beomgyu blushed a little as he watched him.

"You have no idea what you do to me. You're so beautiful Beomgyu."

He teared up a little and kissed him. Yeonjun held his waist, pulling him in closer.

"I'm still here." Beomgyu's father said sitting in the living room with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

Beomgyu gasped and looked at him. "DAD!" He exclaimed with a red face.

"I live here." He said with a shrug.

Beomgyu grabbed Yeonjun's hand and pulled him out of his house, complaining about how annoying his dad was. They got to the restaurant and talked all night, laughing and holding his hands and everything felt like the way it should be. Yeonjun didn't doubt for a second that Beomgyu was someone important to him.

Throughout the night, Beomgyu did a lot of touching. Holding his hand, running his fingers gently around on his wrist. He maintained eye contact with him and looked at him in a way that made Yeonjun...needy.

"Beomgyu."

"Yes hyung?"

"I really wanna kiss you right now."

Beomgyu blushed a little at his honesty. "Then we should finish dinner quickly."

Yeonjun flagged down the waiter and got them both boxes togo. They walked back to the car and got in.

"Beomgyu, I really need you to understand that I don't just want you physically. You know that right?"

"Yes hyung. I don't think you're like that guy from high school at all, I was just scared about what you would think of me physically. Seeing these scars...I was worried you'd think they were disgusting and I was disgusting for being with someone so..." he let out a deep sigh.

"I understand." He held his hand. "We can go back to your place if you want or do you wanna walk around a little?"

"Hyung...can we get a hotel tonight?"

Yeonjun's body got hot. "...what–what for?"

"Privacy."

He swallowed. "Y-Yeah of course sure yeah yes." He quickly drove to the nearest hotel.

Beomgyu giggled a little at his urgency. They got a room for the night, the hotel was nice. They went up to their room and Beomgyu looked around.

He gasped. "Oooo there's a jacuzzi tub." Beomgyu pointed out. "Can we use it?"

"Of course."

They sat their things down and Beomgyu went into the bathroom. He turned the tub on and waited for it to fill up. Yeonjun watched him, leaning on the doorframe. When the tub filled he turned the water off and turned to look at Yeonjun. 

He watched him, both of them standing in silence. Beomgyu slowly started to take off his shirt, Yeonjun's eyes scanned over his body and soon his hands started to undo the button on his pants. His movements were slow, teasing Yeonjun who subconsciously licked his lips as he felt his mouth start to go dry.

Now he was just left in his underwear.

He was about to take off his choker but Yeonjun stopped him.

"Leave that on." He said firmly.

"Yes hyung." He said in a soft, sweet voice.

Yeonjun stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

"What happened to that scared guy from before?" He asked as he got closer to him.

He shook his head a little. "I don't want to be scared anymore." He whispered before Yeonjun kissed him roughly and desperately.

"Tell me to stop." He breathed against his lips as he held his waist firmly.

"Don't stop."

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