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finally!! school is over! today is automatically a good day for yeonjun now that he isn't suffering anymore. time to go over to beomgyu's house!!
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dot dot dot.
they have two choices. walk home, or ask yeonjun's mom to pick them up. yeonjun pressed his lips into a thin line, deep in thought. he don't want his mom to pick them up, she's embarrassing.
while he did that, beomgyu wrapped both his arms around yeonjun's, basically caging his arm. like a furry, he nuzzled his forehead on his shoulder.
"you smell nice, yeonjun." he inhaled the older's fruity scent. and by fruity, i mean fruits. not gay. yeonjun snapped out of his daze, sending a wonky smile to beomgyu.
"that's hyung to you. and, thanks, i try." he snorted.
"so, we're going to my house?" beomgyu looked up to meet yeonjun's eyes. yeonjun nodded.
"yeah, but we have no vehicle." yeonjun sighed, running his fingers through his own hair. beomgyu looked at him with big eyes.
"if anything, i could ask my dad to pick us up." yeonjun looked at him, alarmed.
"dad? you have a dad? i mean-" yeonjun threw a hand over his mouth, shamefully looking away. thankfully, beomgyu took no offense. he better than me, i would've thrown hands.
"hehe, i have one." he giggled. "my parents are just divorced. do you want me to call him? my mom has a business meeting. we can visit him as well. i'd like to visit my step sister." yeonjun hummed, seeming to easily agree.
"okay, go ahead, call him."
beomgyu nodded, pulling out his phone from his pocket to dial his dad. he somehow politely put his phone to his ear, shaking the hair on his ear away. how do you do such a normal gesture so cutely?
"pa, can you pick me and my friend up?" he said, his whole tone changing to a softer one. "i'm at school."
hold up, friend?
😔
whatever
"okay, i love you too. see you." beomgyu said before ending the call and going back to yeonjun. "he said he's on the way." he said, looking at yeonjun.
except the older was sulking.
"eh? why are you pouting?" he looked at him stunned.
"don't worry about me.. i guess i'm just a friend."
beomgyu looked at him in disbelief before pulling his phone out to scroll through his gallery to show him a picture. and yeonjun's nosy, so he peeked to see what pictures beomgyu had. and about 25% of them were selfies. one in particular caught his attention.
"i like this one." yeonjun stopped beomgyu's finger from scrolling, directing it to click on a picture. "you look nice with red hair."
beomgyu hummed in satisfaction. "thanks, but i look nice all the time." he exited out of the picture to continue his journey in his gallery. "here, this is for you." he put the phone in yeonjun's face.
yeonjun squinted, moving his head away from the painfully bright screen. he moved beomgyu's phone away and looked at the picture properly.
"what the hell am i looking at"
"this is gonna be us if you don't shut up about me calling you a friend." beomgyu threatened.
yeonjun zipped his mouth, throwing the key away. "sorry."
suddenly, there was a honk. immediately, beomgyu let go of yeonjun's arm, looking at the car. yeonjun looked as well, locking eyes with the driver. gosh, this guy looks like he just got out of jail. he's scary looking. he must've not liked how they were in a gay position.
"bro, that dude's scary as hell." he took a step back, tugging beomgyu with him. beomgyu looked at him confused.
"what are you doing?"
"backing away. he's scary." yeonjun timidly said before beomgyu burst into a fit of laughter.
"baby. come on, that's my dad."
WHAT
ok. now yeonjun's shocked at a couple of things.
1. THAT IS HIS DAD.
2. beomgyu called him baby 🥰
3. THAT'S HIS FUCKING DAD
dude
"ok first of all, hehe, you called me baby." he cutely giggled into his hands. "and second of all, THAT'S YOUR DAD?? love, i'm really scared. i'll just walk home and meet you at your house later."
beomgyu crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
"i'm calling you a baby, not baby. and he doesn't bite, c'mon." he pulled yeonjun's arm and dragged him to his dad's car despite him whining and crying about being scared.
"hi dad," he greeted his dad as soon as he stepped foot into the car. yeonjun followed, muttering a small but audible hello. his dad hummed, looking at the two in the rearview mirror.
"your friend okay?" he asked. HELP HE SOUNDS REALLY SCARY
"yeah, he's just shy." beomgyu covered for him, elbowing the older harshly as well. yeonjun was practically shivering.
"what's your name?" beomgyu's dad glanced at him before starting to drive again. yeonjun froze in his spot, afraid that he might be possibly banned from seeing beomgyu if he speaks.
beomgyu elbowed him again. "don't keep my dad waiting," he whispered.
"m-m-m-m-my name.. i-is yeonjun..." he stammered, his teeth literally clattering. beomgyu internally face palmed, finding his boyfriend embarrassing. his dad isn't that intimidating.
"my god," beomgyu whispered under his breath before pulling yeonjun towards him. "do you want me to tell him you're my boyfriend? he's a sweet dad. he's just shy around you. he'll probably warm up after hearing you're my boyfriend." he whispered in his ear. yeonjun's ears turned red, flustered. he was gonna be the first parent between the two to find out they were dating..
"a-are you sure?" he whispered back. beomgyu rolled his eyes before flopping back into his seat.
"dad, please be nice to hyung, he's my boyfriend." he said straight up. at the same time, yeonjun and his dad both gasped. his dad, because, well, he was surprised of course. as for yeonjun... who knows why the hell he gasped.
"you have a boyfriend?!"
"yes..?" and? say that shit wi
nevermind
"i didn't know you swung the other way." he said, taking a sharp turn some place yeonjun was COMPLETELY unfamiliar with the place. guys, please..
"dad, please stop joking around. i had a boyfriend in seventh grade. you know this."
OH. SO HE WASN'T BEOMGYU'S FIRST LOVE.. i see.. how it IS.
"wow.. i thought i was your first love.." yeonjun cried, wiping away approximately five and a half tears. beomgyu rolled his eyes.
"shut up, you'll be my last love."
"stop flirting in my car." his dad suddenly said, startling the two lovebirds. now, they were both silent from the embarrassment burning through their faces. "we're here," he said. they both awkwardly nodded and stepped out of the car once he parked.
"is cindy home?" beomgyu followed behind his dad. his dad nodded, unlocking the door to reveal the cozy looking house.
this is niiiiice.
as soon as the door, a little girl emerged from the hallway, her eyes big and bright.
"beomgyu!!!" she squealed, running to the said boy. beomgyu knelt down, his arms wide open to catch the little girl. "i missed you!"
"i know, oppa missed you too," he said, making a kissy face.
she grinned, her eyes flashing to yeonjun for a second. her smile dropped, noticing the stranger. "who's that?" she whispered in beomgyu's ear, taking a double take.
beomgyu looked behind him, peeking at yeonjun from his shoulder. yeonjun smiled, finding them both cute.
"him? the ugly one?"
nevermind. maybe not beomgyu.
"ya"
they aren't cute at all.
"that's oppa's boyfriend, yeonjun," he grinned. "he came over to play for a little today."
"..oh ok." she scratched her arm, probably feeling unsure of yeonjun.
"oppa has to be right back okay? stay here with yeonjunnie. be nice." he stood up, placing his bag on the floor next to the couch. the little girl nodded, heading to sit on the couch while beomgyu disappeared into the hallway.
"hi cindyy," yeonjun cooed, sitting next to her. "how old are you?" he tilted his head, looking at her.
"um.. i'm sixth," she said, subtly scooting away from yeonjun.
yeonjun hummed. "you're a big girl now, huh? did you have school today?"
"ummmm, ya."
"wow!" yeonjun clapped. "what did you do at school?"
"i thhh.. i thhleeped.. thhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." she tried to pronounce 's', but couldn't due to one of her front teeth falling out. eventually, she gave up. "i thleeped and eated."
"oh, really?" yeonjun grinned at her, finding her adorable. "are you in first grade now then?" she nodded.
"i'm back." beomgyu called, emerging from the hallway. the two looked at beomgyu, startled expressions on their face.
"oppa, lets play." she hopped off the couch immediately, walking towards beomgyu and leaving yeonjun all alone. ouch..
"ah, can you give me a little bit? oppa promised his boyfriend he'd help him do something.. sorry cindy.." beomgyu frowned, a pout forming. his hand caressed her hair, sliding down to her chin to lift it up. "don't be sad, okay? i can play in, maybe, an hour."
sadly, she nodded before going to her room. beomgyu's eyes followed her until she shut the door.
"c'mon, let's go to the bathroom to dye your hair. do you have the box?" beomgyu walked over to yeonjun, his hand out.
yeonjun held his hand, pulling himself up. "yeah, it's in my bag." he wrapped his arm around beomgyu's shoulder.
"okay, follow me." the younger leaned into yeonjun, walking towards the hallway and into the bathroom.
once they were both inside, beomgyu closed the door, locking it. he put the toilet lid down, signaling for yeonjun to sit. yeonjun put his bag on the floor as he sat down.
"jeez, why do you have a whole backpack?" beomgyu squatted down, rummaging through the big ass backpack. yeonjun rolled his eyes. obviously he has it for school reasons!
finally, beomgyu found the two boxes.
"i found it, are you ready?" he grinned, holding them up. yeonjun nodded, taking his shirt off. beomgyu paused, taking a moment to stare at yeonjun's chest before snapping out of it. "why did you take your shirt off?" he stood up, tracing the faint traces of his abs.
"i would rather be stained than have my shirt stained."
beomgyu chuckled, opening the blonde box dye. there was a glove inside, so obviously he wore it. he looked at the back to read the instructions.
..only to realize he can't read anything.
"cindy!!!" he unlocked the door and peeked his head out. there, came cindy. she stood in the hallway like a statue. "can you get oppa his glasses? they're on his bag."
"yeth," she said before running outside to grab his glasses.
beomgyu watched her look everywhere but his bag.
"the left."
"no, to the right a little."
"cindy, that's your left."
"... it's next to the couch."
after about a minute, she finally spotted his bag. thankfully it wasn't hard for her to find his glasses. she took them and made her way over to the bathroom, handing him the pair.
"what you doing" she tilted her head, peeking inside.
"i'm helping yeonjunnie oppa dye his hair," he said, adjusting his body to block yeonjun's shirtless one.
"oh," she said, uninterested. "bye" she went back to her room.
beomgyu closed the door, putting his glasses on and locking the door.
"does she not like me? it seems like she doesn't." yeonjun pouted.
"i'm not sure," beomgyu mumbled, reading the instructions carefully. "might just be unfamiliar with you or something." he shrugged. yeonjun pressed his lips into a thin line.
"have you used this before? i don't understand anything. i've never dyed my hair before." he tilted his head.
yeonjun stared at him, a look of disbelief on his face "you used to have red hair. i also saw a shit ton of other colors in your camera roll."
beomgyu cleared his throat into his fist. "...i've never used box dye, i mean." he corrected himself. "but have you used this before or not?"
"i have. you think i have $600 to dye my hair?" yeonjun snorted. beomgyu's breath hitched. you got him there.. but that is NOT a crime.
"sorry i have money." beomgyu rolled his eyes, pouring everything into the dye bottle. he's a little messy, but the efforts there. he closed the bottle and started to shake it, an attempt to mix everything inside.
"DAMN!! you have nice arms." yeonjun immediately reached out to squeeze beomgyu's arm. the younger whined, embarrassed.
"stop that," he shied away from yeonjun.
ok, they're getting off track.
beomgyu opened the bottle to see if everything was mixed. and he wasn't too sure. he pointed the bottle towards yeonjun. "is it okay?"
yeonjun nodded.
beomgyu hummed and closed the bottle. he squirted a bit on his gloved hand and started to spread the concoction onto yeonjun's roots.
it smelled super good..
"IT'S COLD." yeonjun cried, slapping his hands over his face. beomgyu snickered, seeing all the hairs on yeonjun's arms stand up.
"har har har" beomgyu laughed, covering all of yeonjun's roots. that should be all.. right?
he was about to take his glove off until yeonjun peeked through his fingers.
"what are you doing?"
"i'm done."
yeonjun stared at him before lifting up his hair to show the hidden layer of brown.
"ah. i see.." beomgyu put his glove back on. this was gonna be a lot of work...
FINALLY after like 10 minutes, beomgyu finished dying every brown hair strand on yeonjun's head.
"it says here 'wait for up to 30 minutes to an hour'." beomgyu read on the back of the box.
"yeah, i know." yeonjun chuckled.
beomgyu looked at yeonjun. "shaddup." he tched, rolling his eyes playfully. yeonjun raised an eyebrow.
"set a timer," he said, pulling beomgyu onto his lap.
"eerrgh, hyung, you're gonna get bleach and stuff in my hoodie.." beomgyu complained, trying to squirm off of his lap.
yeonjun laughed as beomgyu struggled to get out of his grip. "you're never getting away from me!!" he fully wrapped his arms around beomgyu's waist. no shock, beomgyu fit right into yeonjun's arms.
"wahhhhhh, hyungg," beomgyu whined, finally giving up. "don't get your hair on my hoodie." he scolded before taking off his glove to throw it away.
"just take your hoodie and shirt off like me if you're so worried." yeonjun mumbled, sliding a sneaky hand under beomgyu's shirt. he rubbed beomgyu's stomach softly.
"kay.." beomgyu slid his arms inside of his hoodie, then sliding it off his head.
"why you take your hoodie off like that." yeonjun snorted.
"shut up." beomgyu slapped yeonjun's thigh, taking his shirt off. he placed them both on his lap, folding them neatly and placing them on the counter.
🤔
"oh!" he suddenly gasped, scaring yeonjun. "i forgot to set the timer." he grabbed his phone, quickly tapping in his password and opening the clock app. he set the timer for 45 minutes and placed his phone to the side.
"beomie.. don't scare me like that.." yeonjun sighed. beomgyu laughed and mumbled a small apology.
after what felt like forever, the 45 minute timer FINALLY went off. they both looked at the ringing phone.
"and why the hell is your ringtone the old car horn?" yeonjun cringed at the loud repeating sound. beomgyu rolled his eyes, pressing the stop button on his alarm.
"shut up. go wash your hair out." beomgyu wore his shirt and stood up, opening the door to go outside and leave yeonjun to do his business. "make sure you lock the door," he said and left, ignoring all of yeonjun's protests and complaints about him leaving.
maybe he should play with cindy in this short amount of time.
"cindyy," he called out, quietly opening her room door and peeking his head inside. there, he saw her sat on the floor playing with her doll house.
"oppa!! let's play!" she said, her eyes bright and full of excitement. beomgyu laughed, nodding. he stepped into the room and closed the door, walking towards her.
"look at my new doctor kit" she stood up and pulled out a doctor's kit from her toy box. "daddy gave it to me for chrith mith." she grinned, proud of her toy.
"you got no teeth girl."
cindy's smile dropped. she frowned and furrowed her eyebrows, making a mad expression. "you're mean. i don't wanna play with you anymore." she crossed her arms, gathering up all of her toys and bringing them to a secluded area away from beomgyu.
"ahh, come on cindyy, i was just kidding.." beomgyu crawled over to her, twirling his fingers in her pigtails. she huffed, ignoring him. "don't be like that.. oppa is sorry.." he made a cute voice, engulfing cindy into a big hug and shaking around, making her laugh.
"sthhapp!! let's play doctor." she managed to slip away from his grasp. she opened her doctor's kit and got to work, immediately grabbing the toy syringe.
"doctor.. i think it's too early to be using the syringe on me. you don't even know what's wrong with me!" beomgyu fake cried.
"i know what wrong with you. you have sick" cindy promptly said before injecting beomgyu with a fake shot on his shoulder. beomgyu shrieked, his hands flying to his face.
CAUSE WHY DID THIS KINDA HURT
cindy started laughing uncontrollably, finding the way beomgyu shrieked funny. she put another shot on his other arm.
and this went on for five minutes.
after five minutes straight of back to back screaming, and laughing, beomgyu's phone started to ring. they both looked at his phone before he picked it up.
"beomiee, i finished washing my hair out. you did a really good job at dying my roots!! i can't see any brown on my head." yeonjun praised beomgyu. the younger blushed, the compliment unexpected.
"oh, thank you." he managed to stutter out. "i'm gonna come right now, can you apply the pink straight up or no?"
"pretty sure you can."
beomgyu hummed, "kay, i'm coming." he said before ending the call. "sorry cindy, oppa has to go help his boyfriend again. i'll play with you again after, okay?" he put his phone back in his pocket, standing up.
cindy visibly pouted, nodding hesitantly. beomgyu frowned seeing pout, "promise." he said before going to the bathroom.
he knocked twice before entering. immediately, he noticed yeonjun's full blonde head.
"woah, you weren't lying. you really are full blonde." he closed the door behind him, playing with a few of the blonde strands. "i feel almost bad ruining it and dying pink."
yeonjun snorted, patting his upper body dry with his shirt. with no shame, beomgyu stared.
"are you sure we aren't supposed to let the blonde marinate first?"
"pretty sure."
"okay..."
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chapter got too long.. have to separate it into another chapter.