♡Maybe I Don't Hate You | Yeongyu/Beomjun♡

Beomgyu's POV |1

...he smelled like...vanilla though? Cute.

Ahh fuck, I did it again.

I've known Yeonjun for a good portion my life.. ever sinceeee... I think 3rd grade. I used to like him back in high school, and we used to be close actually, until, of course, he made new friends. He decided that his other friends were more important than me. We didn't really stop talking though until college where he became a "ladies man," and I despised him for that. He could get all the pussy in the world with his looks and smooth talking.

I wonder if he's gotten any dick...

That's besides the point though.

As I made my way back to my dorm room, I received a call from my best friend, Taehyun, who I had just met last year.

"Hey what's up Taehyun?"

"Hey.. what was up with you and Yeonjun earlier today?" He asked, sounding eager for a juicy answer.

So if Taehyun saw that, then that meant others did too?

"Man, don't even get me started." I mumbled.

"Why, what's up with you guys?"

"He wanted me to come over to his apartment—"

"—To his apartment?!"

"Taehyun, let me finish... he needed help with his game design project. He probably came to me because, you know, I'm the best at that stuff."

"Orrr, maybe he's into you." Taehyun replied.

"Out of the blue? Terry Kang, let's be for real man. He kinda scares me sometimes though." I expressed. "There's something about the way he looks at me, and the way he moves around me that's really odd? It's kindaaaaa... hot? Yeahhh."

What is wrong with me?! Why did I say that???

"...oh..."

"Wait Taehyun, that's not what I meant, I swear, I mean that, uh, when he's within such close proximity, the air gets hotter...(???)"

"Don't worry Gyu, I won't tell anyone. Well we all know you're fruity anyway, but I won't let anyone else know about your feelings toward Yeonjun." Taehyun snickered.

"Bitch." I snapped.

"Gay."

Bruh.

I just hung up the phone, and hopped into the shower, then lathered up in Yeonjun's favourite— I mean my favourite lavender body wash.

I really don't want to meet Yeonjun tomorrow, he can be really loud and obnoxious sometimes and it really gets on my nerves. Not only that, but since we'll be in the library, he's gonna be whispering to me... which means I'll feel his breath on me again and—

Oh no.

I began to feel my dick hardening a bit to my thoughts of Yeonjun, and I hated the fact that my penis had a mind of its own. How could it betray me like that? In situations like these, I wish I could just chop it off with a butcher's knife.

*He returns to his dorm and gets situated before heading to bed*

I'll see him tomorrow.

*tomorrow arrives*

I really didn't want to start getting ready to leave, but did I have a choice? No. I did not.

As I was walking to the library, I heard Yeonjun calling my name... just like he did yesterday.

"Hey Beomgyu!" Screamed Yeonjun.

I let out a huge sigh. That may have been the biggest sigh that's ever been sighed in the history of sighs.

"Hey."

Yeonjun ran up next to me, and had two of our favourite childhood yoghurt drinks, and offered me one.

"Thanks." I said.

"Thanks for what?"

He's just being smart now. He just wants to hear me talk.

"Thank you for the yoghurt, Yeonjun." I said with a monotone voice.

I have to admit, that was pretty sweet and thoughtful. The banana yoghurt was my favourite ever since I was a kid.

When we made our way into the library, Yeonjun found a booth for us in an isolated corner where if someone sat there, it'd be nearly impossible to see them. I was so tired that I didn't care. I just wanted to get this shit over with.

I sat down on one side and—

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Lemme sit next to you."

"Yeonjun, there's another whole ass chair literally right across from me." I said.

"Yeah... but it'd be easier for us to look at the same screen this way."

Ugh. He had a point. He opened his computer and I began helping him out with his game design— and damn... he did look good when he was focused on something. There was something about the way he leaned back into the seat while manspreading. And the way his dick was slightly visible— uhhh. Fuck, what am I doing. Sometimes I imagine what it would be like to get closer to him. I mean, his body was amazing. Not that I'm attracted to his body... or something— I hate him, don't I? He's so annoying, and— and? And what else? I don't remember.

"Beomgyu?"

And, uh, he's just annoying, and attractive... but mostly annoying, right?

"...Beomgyu?"

Okay, maybe I do like him a little bit, but I only like him 25%.

"Beom. Gyu."

Oh. My. God. I was staring.

"You're back, hahah." Yeonjun chuckled.

"H-h-huh?" I stuttered. "What? Did you call me?"

"Gyu, stop eye-fucking me man." He sneered.

"I was not eye-fucking you. What do you need help with anyway?" I asked.

"Well I've been trying to get your attention for the past three minutes but someone was too busy admiring me." Yeonjun snickered, scooting a little closer to me so I could see his screen.

It's now been about an hour, and I've assisted him with as much he needed help with.

"Beomgyu?"

"Yeah?..."

"Why do you hate me so much?"

His eyes were filled with sadness and disappointment, and it made me feel really bad...

"Beomgyu, all I do is try to make conversation with you, and I even buy you little things that you like, and you still try to avoid me?"

Silence.