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Beomgyu’s back hits the locker harshly, a sound echoing through the nearly empty halls. Though, he can’t bring himself to care about the pain, or the few students giving him nasty, disgusted looks. Because the boy in front of him is kissing the daylights out of him, and he’ll enjoy it while he can.
They part for a second heavy panting as the taller boy smirks. “I love your lips like that. They always look the prettiest after I kiss them.” He feels his face heat up, wanting to hide into the hoodie the other boy had given him. Soobin grabs his hand lifting it up between them, his eyes adoring the small sweater paws. “You look so adorable in my hoodie. Keep it forever.”
This time it’s Beomgyu who connects their lips, skillfully stepping out from under Soobin, and pushing the other boy where he once was. They kiss greedily, Beomgyu drinking in the boy before, well...
A small string of saliva stays between them as they pull apart, Beomgyu feels as if he could dive into the boy’s deep brown eyes, the color reminding him of warmth and sanctuary.
Until they shoot up and behind the shorter boy’s head, and Beomgyu's silly grin melts away as he immediately knows who it is.
Everyone always knows who it is. The sweet tall boy might not have noticed it yet, but everyone else knows that Choi Soobin has a fat crush on freshman Kai Kamal Huening.
Beomgyu chuckles sadly as Soobin slips out from beneath him, eyes still trained on the other boy. He says nothing to the brunette before practically skipping towards the now-blond boy.
“Hey Hueningie~ How are you today?”
“Wah, hyung you scared me! I’m good~ How about- Hyung? Are your lips bruised?”
“Ah, it’s nothing! They get like that sometimes.”
Beomgyu feels absolutely sick to his stomach as his peers look at him in pity. He runs to the bathroom and locks himself into a stall as he coughs aggressively, already familiar with this process. The door to the bathroom slams open just as a pretty yellow flower petal escapes his lips and falls into the toilet bowl.
“Beomgyu? Choi Beomgyu!?” he hears his best friend’s voice echo through the bathroom. He unlocks the stall and pushes the door open half-heartedly as he hears the footsteps dash over to him.
“Beomie, I-” Yeonjun stops as he sees the petal in the toilet and his red-eyed best friend in front of it. He gathers the younger into his arms, used to this sequence of events. He chuckles sadly. “You know, most people die in these kinds of stories. I never knew it was real until our sleepover a few months ago.”
“I wish I’d die,” Beomgyu mumbles into his shoulder, so so tired. “It’d end the pain a lot faster.”
“Don’t you ever say that!” Yeonjun pulls away and shakes his friend by the shoulders. “He’s not worth it. You deserve to live happily.”
“But hyung, he’s always been worth it to me.” Beomgyu releases a shaky breath before stepping around Yeonjun and leaving the bathroom.
The door shutting covers the sound of the other boy’s words, spoken to no one.
“And you’ll always be worth it to me.”
Two different colored flower petals are flushed down the toilet, and Yeonjun knows he won’t last as long as he hopes Beomgyu will.