75 days || YeonGyu / BeomJun

Day 4

"Where are we going again?" Beomgyu asked as Yeonjun dragged him by the wrist like a kidnapper with dimples.

"To the park! For a date!" Yeonjun said cheerfully, like they were a married couple and not two idiots in a fake relationship.

Beomgyu groaned. "Couldn't we just stay home and watch a movie?"

"Nope. You're touch-starved and I need my weekly serotonin. Also, I packed sandwiches."

"Sandwiches? Yeonjun, you can't cook."

"I didn't. My mom made them."

"...okay maybe I'll stay."

Turns out the park was way too romantic. There were couples on benches, ducks on the lake, the sky looked like it was painted in soft pastel watercolors, and Yeonjun kept trying to hold his hand every ten seconds.

Beomgyu was suffering.

"Stop trying to feed me, I'm not a baby bird."

"But you look like one." Yeonjun pouted.

"Shut up."

"Babe, try the egg one—"

"STOP CALLING ME BABE IN PUBLIC."

"You literally kissed me yesterday."

"That was an emergency kiss!"

"You stuck your tongue out."

"YOU DID!"

"Okay, true."

Yeonjun laughed while Beomgyu stared at the grass, mentally disassociating.

Then Yeonjun tried to race him to the swings and fell on the grass and made Beomgyu fall too. Then he accidentally spilled juice on Beomgyu's pants. Then he tried to wipe it with his sleeves like a Disney dad.

By the time they got home, Beomgyu was DONE.

Like... soul left the chat. Heart exploded.

Sanity = gone.

He slammed his bedroom door, threw his bag on the floor, flopped onto his bed and grabbed his phone.

Call: Taehyun.

His online friend.

one of the people who understands him.

It rang once.

"Hello?"

"TAEHYUN." Beomgyu whined.

"Oh no."

"I'M LOSING MY MIND. HE'S SO ANNOYING."

"You went on a date with that Yeonjun again, didn't you?"

"YES. He dragged me to a park and called it a date, he spilled juice on me, he tried to hold my hand in front of ducks. DUCKS, TAEHYUN."

"Did you have fun at all?"

"...That's not the point."

Taehyun sighed on the other end. "Beomgyu. If I asked you right now, what's his eye color?"

"...dark brown. But like with gold in it sometimes when he smiles."

Taehyun didn't say anything.

"I mean—whatever!" Beomgyu snapped. "He's the worst boyfriend ever. I'm counting the days until this fake relationship ends. I can't wait to be FREE."

"Sure."

"I'm serious! I will NEVER fall in love with Choi Yeonjun. NEVER. EVER. OVER MY DEAD BODY."

There was silence. Then Taehyun said calmly:

"Yeah, well. Let me know what color coffin you want when you realize you're already whipped."

"TAEHYUN I HATE YOU."

"I love you too, idiot."

Beomgyu groaned, buried his face in his pillow, and screamed into it.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun sat on his couch at home, grinning at the photo he secretly snapped of Beomgyu laughing at a duck waddling near his foot.

"I think he's warming up to me," he mumbled to himself.

He was so wrong. And so right.