Not My Type | Yeongyu

10. Standards so high

Yeonjun could not sleep that night. The sound of bedsheets shifting could get heard as he moved back and fourth on the bed. The faint clicking sound of the alarm clock on the nightstand was indicating how sunrise is not so far. Besides him Beomgyu was peaceful. He didn’t shift, didn’t move. He was stiff and silent just in that position he had laid down with pain and burn forming on his skin, he was curling like a ball inside the cold blanket. The easiness made Yeonjun feel sick until he thought it was enough. He ditched up from the bed.

“ Fucking hell! Just the first day and he already used whatever magic he owns on me ” he cursed under his breath, opened his wardrobe and brought the first aid box to the bed before kneeling on the floor quietly almost as if he was plotting a robbery in his own property. Sorry— new owner from now on Choi Beomgyu's property.

Sitting by the floor he reached for the brunette’s foot ever so silent and leniently. He didn’t hesitate though, his fingers traced the spot the cigarette was placed by, he rubbed it tenderly. Bitching himself under his breath. He could not believe this guy was sleeping, the deep burn on the milky porcelain skin made his own stomach doing weird stuffs. He sucked on a shaky breath.

‘ I deserve a slap, right? C’mon wake up and give me one ’ he had the urge to lean and tracing kisses on that skin but he didn’t, obviously.

He opened the first aid box, pausing mid-air in shock and fear when he saw the younger male shifting a little. The cold blanket shuffled, he ran under the bed hiding himself as much as possible. After a while whilst he heard the soft snoring sound he finally broke free with a breath he didn’t know he was holding for too long. He came out of from under the bed kneeling once again before touching Beomgyu's foot. He massaged some ointment before wrapping it neatly with a fresh gauge of bandage.

“ Done ” he gave his own hand a tap to not make too much sound. He felt proud like he had just won a war, Beomgyu was a deep sleeper.

“ Should I wake him up now and tell him to take medicine? ” He asked himself but better than to get catching caring for the younger is to make himself sleep on the road with street dogs.

He quickly put the first aid box in its actual place before tip toeing to the bed, laying on the most mattress besides a sleeping beomgyu. The difference was his heart feels lighter now since the guy’s foot was treated well by him.

He made himself comfortable on the bed, keeping the books the younger used in it’s spot, finally almost in the morning sleep reemerged in his eyes.

| The Next Morning |

Beomgyu waked up feeling his throat drained. His foots hurting like a constant reminder of the burn last night. Besides him Yeonjun was still asleep in a very weird posture. Beomgyu looked at at phone just to see it was already past 7 : 30. He gasped, shit shit shit! He has a chemistry exam today!

Hastily yanking his blanket off he ran towards the bathroom. Brushing his tetth, washing his face and getting himself a quick and cold shower. Just as he was all ready for the upcoming exam he got no time to take bus!

What would he do?... yanking Yeonjun back from his sleep either!

Beomgyu almost jumped on Yeonjun’s restless sleeping body as he pulled down the blanket and shook the older by his shoulder. Yeonjun got up in a hurry, eyes widened as if witnessing a living ghost.

“ The hell you want!? ” Yeonjun yelld out. Rubbing on his sleepy eyes. If anything, Beomgyu's conduct annoyed him.

“ You have two minutes that so you can grab the car keys. Reach me to the university ” Beomgyu backed away with a deadly glare towards the said man. Good thing, Yeonjun didn’t glare back this time like a goodboy!