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"Just go ask," Soobin shoved Beomgyu's shoulder toward the prize table. The cotton candied hair attendant was bent over the glass filled goodie counter, ass up, bored expression on his face. The phone he was not so subtly scrolling through held lazily in his hand, his cheek in the other.
"You're sure that's him?"
"Beomgyu," he leveled him a look. "He's got pink hair. Of course it's him."
Beomgyu didn't need to know that Soobin had memorized every soft angle of his face. That he'd picture tracing his nose and lips while jacking off at home each night. Even from a distance he was gorgeous. Up close he was even better.
Soobin was partial to the pretty pink mullet the most though. Especially now when it was grown out and messy. He always complained about it, and how he couldn't afford to go to the stylist yet. Soobin reassured him every time he mentioned it, but he never stopped complaining about not looking pretty enough.
Beomgyu scrambled back still trying to hide behind Soobin. "And you're sure he'll just give me some? Just like that?"
Soobin didn't get it. Yeonjun was as nice as the definition itself. Always handing Soobin free tokens to play with whenever he was on shift. Sometimes he'd even join him and they'd face off. Soobin would always win—of course—but it never seemed to bug him. Yeonjun always came back for more and always lost. Soobin would get tired of playing if he always lost, but maybe it bugged Yeonjun less.
Soobin shrugged eyeing the array of games in front of him. He still had a few tokens left before he'd run out. "I don't know. It'll always works for me. Doesn't hurt to try."
He shoved Beomgyu again and this time he finally started toward the counter. When he arrived Yeonjun looked up, offering a nice smile though it didn't reach his eyes. Maybe he'd gotten bad news. He seemed overly excited about Soobin's presence earlier.
He turned, shoving his last two tokens into the qbert machine and started playing. Soobin preferred the retro arcades to the new ones. They were much calmer with fewer kids rushing around trying to kill each other. The lights were dimmer, machines quieter and much easier for his headphones to drown out. Everything was too neon and noisy in the newer ones. Plus, the new ones didn't have a pretty pink haired attendant to sneak looks at when he wasn't paying attention.
All of a sudden his headphones were pulled off his ears before snapping harshly back into place. Soobin jumped instantly losing the game. He hated when Beomgyu did that. It always left his ears ringing. He groaned whipping around to glare at Beomgyu.
"He said 'Sorry we don't sell the tokens here.' then pointed to the machines."
The anger dissipated for confusion. "Wait, really?"
"Yeah, I don't think this is some lucky hack. I think he just wants to get in your pants."
"Would you stop with that?" Soobin frowned, even though his stomach jumped at the prospect. "We're friends. He's like that with everyone."
"Like what? Bored out of his mind with no interest in speaking to me?"
"He's not like that."
"Yeah, not to you."
"Not to anyone. Watch I'll prove it."
"You're just going to be proving my poi—"
But Soobin had already started walking away, readjusting his headphones on the way there because Beomgyu had messed them up.
Soobin approached the attend and smiled. "Yeonjun, hey."
The frown spread into a smile upon seeing Soobin. He stood, straightening out his shirt and tucking a few strands of hair behind his ear. "Back for more already?"
"Yeah." Soobin rocked on his feet. "I sent my friend but he said you didn't like him."
"He was your friend?"
"Yeah, but he's unlikable so I get it if you were off put my him."
"Actually…" Yeonjun started.
Soobin put his hand on top of Yeonjun's, running his thumb up the length of it. He heard that it comforted people. That light touches always helped ease people's anxiety, and it seemed to work. Yeonjun's shoulders softened and he stood staring at their connected hands.
"I knew he was your friend. I just wanted you to come over instead."
"Oh."
When Yeonjun looked back up the apples of his cheeks were red.
"You're hot?" Soobin asked.
"I'm hot? You think I'm hot?" Yeonjun stuttered, yanking his hand back. "Oh god, you can't be serious."
Soobin just nodded. "You look it. Or maybe you're just getting sick." He pressed the back of his hand to Yeonjun's forehead.
"Oh," Yeonjun stepped back his lips tilted downward.
Interesting. Soobin must have done something wrong. He hated doing that. He hated upsetting Yeonjun. But he wasn't sure what had happened. He cared. He didn't want Yeonjun to get sick.
"I thought—it doesn't matter."
Yeonjun laughed, scratching the back of his head. His head seemed to be so itchy when Soobin was around. He never saw Yeonjun scratch from across the room. Maybe he was allergic to something on Soobin. His cologne perhaps.
"Are you allergic to citrus?"
The question must have entertained Yeonjun, because a pretty smile found its way back this cheeks. Warm and happy just the way Soobin liked it.
"Nope, just cats."
"But I don't have any cats."
Yeonjun giggled again, his eyes held a shine that Soobin loved to see as well. He wasn't sure how, but it seemed he was doing the right things now. "Okay?"
"I just—I don't understand. You seemed so upset, and you were scratching your head. I thought maybe there was something on my clothes causing a bodily reaction."
His face went red again, and Soobin really didn't get it. Yeonjun was always so red around him. Maybe there really was something wrong with him. Beomgyu always told him he was a person repellent. But he didn't want to repel Yeonjun. He liked Yeonjun. Soobin would have asked to see him more if he didn't think it was so soon.
There were rules. Unspoken ones that he didn't quite make sense sometimes. Like if you like someone you couldn't just say. You had to wait, to feel them out as Beomgyu had told him. That regularly people get overwhelmed by his directness and mistake it for something it wasn't.
It'd been a few weeks since he'd met the pretty attendant. And Soobin knew right away that he liked him, but when he confessed his crush it hadn't gone well. When he and Beomgyu reviewed it together he'd been told that Soobin hadn't actually confessed more just made an insane declaration of stalkerism. Since then, Beomgyu had been coaching him….kinda.
"You're fine, Soobin. It's stupid really. I just thought you were calling me pretty."
"Wouldn't that be weird?"
"Oh."
"You're frowning again. This time I know it's my fault. Do you want me to call you pretty?"
"Not if you don't mean it."
"Beomgyu told me not to come on too strong."
"Is that Beomgyu?" Yeonjun pointed toward the old arcade machine where Beomgyu was currently getting his ass kicked by pacman. "The friend you always talk about beating?"
Soobin nodded.
"Does he have a partner?"
"No."
"Then I don't think you should listen to him. Don't ever hold yourself back for someone. It's bad advice. Being yourself is the best way to find good people."
"Yeonjun, I think you're pretty. Very pretty. Too pretty."
He tucked a pink strand of hair behind his ear.
"And I like when you do that. It makes me want to—" he shouldn't say that.
Yeonjun climbed up onto the glass counter throwing his legs over so that he could situate Soobin between them. He allowed himself to pulled, stepping completely into Yeonjun's space.
Soobin hated being touched. Even from his very first memories, he hated it. He'd swat at Beomgyu every time he went in for a hug or a quick hand hold. Soobin went as far as to grab the sharp part of a knife when it was handed to him because he wanted to avoid skinship. But Yeonjun's hands were running down his arms, and instead of uncontrollably heat electricity crackled through him.
It was strange but not uncomfortable. He liked it.
"I like it when you touch me," he whispered, leaning in so that the world around them faded, so his world became Yeonjun.
"What does it make you wanna do, Soobin?"
"Kiss you."
🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮
Yeonjun stopped them. He pushed Soobin away and dragged them into a closet. Thoughts Soobin tried not to have about Yeonjun crept in, his hands starting to shake. His body was reacting without permission.
The space was cramped, and there were chemicals surrounding them. But he really couldn't focus on anything but the pretty pink haired boy in front of him. God, he was so pretty. Soobin hadn't ever been good with words, but his chest was shaking with anticipation.
"Kiss me, Soobin," he whispered. "Please, kiss me."
He allowed instincts to take over, and leaned forward, nudging their nose against each others. Yeonjun's fingers lightly gripped his wrists placing them on his hips. Even with clothing separating their skin Soobin could feel the energy between them.
His eyes fluttered shut and when his lips ghosted over Yeonjun's, his chest exploded in a flurry of fireworks. Soobin had never felt his chest beat so harshly against his ribs before. Not even when he wash forced into the clinic for vaccines.
Yeonjun's hand slid up the back of his neck and into his hair, gripping at the headphones. It made Soobin's head dizzy. He hadn't known he'd like something like that. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.
He wanted more. So that's exactly what he took. His hands tightened against Yeonjun's skin, dipping slightly into the waistband of his pants, and he yanked so their bodies were flush. His lips pushed firmer and it pulled a little whine he got to swallow.
Soobin was completely bent over Yeonjun's curved body like he wanted to get away and press closer at the same time. His hand splayed out against Yeonjun's back hoping to anchor them.
When he couldn't breath through their connection anymore Soobin pulled back huffing harshly. Though Yeonjun didn't seem to be as nearly as out of it as Soobin felt.
Their eyes met, and Soobin could barely see through the fog in his glasses. He tried to clean them when Yeonjun's hand held him in place. "Please keep the glasses on."
Soobin dropped his hands as Yeonjun's came up to run over his headphones and push his body down. When Soobin sat, bum on his knees, pulling at Yeonjun's waistband he smiled but pressed a finger to his lips to signal they had to keep quiet.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips. Soobin liked looking at Yeonjun from his knees. Yeonjun looked so pretty above him. Thoughts of doing this outside beneath a night sky flashed in Soobin's head, but he needed to take it slow. Stay present.
Yeonjun helped him work his pants and pretty underwear down his thighs enough to reach his dick. And Soobin couldn't help but press his face to the little happy trail running down his stomach and widening into his crotch. He smelled nice, and Soobin found himself nosing into the course hair.
Every part of him was just so irresistible. Soobin liked every part of Yeonjun, no matter how he looked or what he did. Yeonjun's appearance would always satisfy Soobin.
"You're so pretty, Yeonjun. So so pretty. I couldn't ever stop staring at you. Beomgyu told me I was being creepy."
"Soobin," Yeonjun called, and he looked up. "Please don't say another man's name when your nose deep in my pubes. Better yet, lets not talk about anything other than sex while we're having it, yeah?"
Soobin nodded mumbling a small sorry. Then parted his lips and watched Yeonjun as he took his dick into his mouth. He knew that if Yeonjun were on his knees Soobin would want to see his face, so he thought he should offer the same.
If Yeonjun liked looking at Soobin nearly a quarter as much as he liked to see Yeonjun, he knew he'd enjoy the eye contact.
Hesitantly, he started to move up and down, licking as best as he could. Yeonjun's hand carded through his hair pushing his head phones back until they fell to the ground. He could feel Yeonjun growing harder and harder inside his mouth.
On one particularly wet lick Yeonjun shuttered tossing his head back, and then a warm bittersweet liquid was pouring into his mouth. Soobin did his best swallowing but most of it ended up all over his face. If it came from Yeonjun he was determined to like it, but the taste would be something he would have to grow to like.
"Was that good?"
"God, yes."
"Let's go again, then."
Yeonjun laughed, and pulled him up into a standing position. "Easy there tiger, I need time to come down before we go again. How about you?"
Yeonjun slotted his hand through his waistband cupping his cock through the fabric of his underwear.
"You feel…big."
Soobin just shrugged, but when Yeonjun gripped ever so slightly, Soobin groaned an overwhelming electricity bursting through his chest. His body shook beneath the pressure as his hips rutted up against Yeonjun's hand. He could feel himself already spilling everywhere.
He shoved his head into the crook of Yeonjun's neck mouthing at the tan skin, whining about how pretty Yeonjun was. How he couldn't look or he'd come again.
When they eventually left the broom closet, Beomgyu was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, eyebrow raised.
"You two are so unsubtle."
"And you're an ass," Yeonjun growled. "If it weren't for you we coulda done this at my house instead of the damn arcade."
"I don't know. I like the arcade."
"Soobin, we aren't having sex at the arcade again."
"We could though."
"We won't though."
"We might."
"What makes you think I'm gonna have sex with you again?"
"How fast you came."
"Yeah, what about you?"
"Practice round."
🎧ྀི♪⋆.✮
"By the way, why did the arcade always have so many tokens laying around? Do people really drop them that often?"
Yeonjun shook his head giggling. "God, Soobin you actually believed that? I thought it was obvious."
"Believed what? You told me that's where you got them! Why would I assume you were lying?"
"Because it was obvious I was? I would just arrive early to my shift and buying a bunch in case you came in that day. People don't drop tokens."
Soobin sat up over Yeonjun's body untangling them. "You were paying for all of those? I must have spent like $40 a day, Yeonjun! Why didn't you tell me? I have to pay you back."
"Oh lay back down you whiner. I wanted to. You don't owe me anything."